"Boring!" Song Xiwei shook off Ao Qian's wrist, ignored him, and looked into the distance.
She was too lazy to make any plans for what was to come. She would be grateful if the man beside her didn't try to wipe everyone out at the drop of a hat.
Aoqian glanced at Song Xiwei and saw that Song Xiwei was still sulking. He sighed and said, "Song Xiwei, you still say that you are a month older than me. How can you act like an older brother?"
With his back to Aoqian, Song Xiwei said coldly, "This subordinate would not dare to address you as a brother, Young Master. I overstepped my bounds before."
"You always talk about being a subordinate, but I've never seen a subordinate act like you, giving me the cold shoulder." Ao Qian's face showed no anger, but rather a hint of amusement as he teased, "With your temper, do you really think I'd dare trouble you with my revenge?"
Song Xiwei composed herself and turned around, regaining her reliable and steady demeanor.
Meeting Aoqian's ambiguous smile, she said seriously, "I said I would help you. If you trust me, Young Master, I will do anything for you!"
Ao Qian said, "Trusting you is one thing, but our positions are different. There are some things that mean you can't tolerate me, and I can't wrong myself. Just like now, if neither of us is willing to back down, guess what the final result will be?"
Song Xiwei remained silent, because Aoqian's meaning was clear: he had taken a step back.
But it's clear that he didn't retreat for nothing.
He had conditions, and now he was finally going to get straight to the point and tell her his conditions.
"You've been rambling on for so long, young master. But rather than spouting a bunch of nonsense, I'd prefer you to get straight to the point!"
Aoqian stretched out his arms, revealing a wrist with obvious bruises from Song Xiwei's pinching, which contrasted sharply with his other wrist.
At this moment, Aoqian gives people a fragile illusion.
It almost made people believe that he was just a harmless, frail, beautiful young man who suffered misery from fate and was unable to fight back.
However, he looked at her with a smile and said in a very calm tone, "I need a knife."
His meaning was clear: this knife was not just any knife, nor was it simply a weapon.
Instead, it was her standing in front of him!
“I’ll spare those good-for-nothings in exchange for your hidden talent. Although you might be disobedient at times and not always fully compliant, I’m still willing to take a gamble. I’m betting that you will be loyal to me and serve my purposes.”
After a pause, seeing that Song Xiwei had no reaction, Ao Qian stepped forward and gazed at her closely. He tried his best to restrain himself from being swayed by her stunningly beautiful face, although he still stammered, "From the first time you saw me, you should have known that I am not a kind person, so there is no need to judge me by benevolence and morality."
At this moment, Song Xiwei was unable to make any facial expressions to express her inner emotional turmoil.
Wasn't Aoqian's statement clear enough?
He only wanted to keep a knife by his side that he could use to kill.
His decision to pull back from the brink this time was not due to a change of conscience, but rather to make himself realize a reality by sacrificing the lives of these people.
Perhaps she understood at this moment.
Aoqian was willing to use such a self-destructive method simply to make his sword more obedient.
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