"Are you seriously ill?" Song Xi glared at Ao Qian, especially when she saw the conspicuous footprint on his clothes. She frowned and said with disdain, "Are you so weak now? You can't even dodge my kick? Are you even capable of anything?"
Aoqian was looking forward to Song Xiwei kicking him again.
But Song Xi looked at him with disdain and said those words.
He even extracted several key parts: Empty? No good?
Alarm bells rang in his mind: a man cannot be weak, much less impotent!
Is he being rejected by Song Xiwei?
How can this be!
Ao Qian was in a terrible predicament. "I, I'm capable, I'm not incapable. Don't talk nonsense. It's not that I can't dodge, it's that I don't want to dodge, okay? You kicking me is giving me credit. I've never seen you kick anyone else besides me. Have you ever kicked Xiao Zhuang? Have you ever kicked those female and male disciples who were pursuing you? And you've never kicked Kong Xi either, am I right?"
Aoqian's focus is really strange.
Song Xiwei was stunned by his question. Could it be like that?
He got dumped, but he's still so smug...
Song Xiwei pondered, "I didn't kick his head, so I didn't damage his brain. Why is he talking nonsense?"
“Look, you can’t say it, but in fact, apart from those villains you dealt with, you’ve only ever kicked me. And you held back, so it didn’t hurt at all. I know you couldn’t bear to kick me…” Ao Qian was still rambling on when he let out a painful “owl” before he could finish his sentence.
Song Xiwei stomped on his foot hard and twisted it.
Aoqian stared wide-eyed at Song Xiwei in disbelief.
"Feeling better now?" Song Xi raised an eyebrow at him.
Aoqian chuckled dryly, "Uh, it doesn't actually hurt, you didn't use any force..."
"Oh, shall I try harder? You try again?" Just as Song Xiwei's foot was about to land, Aoqian begged for mercy, "I was just kidding, I was wrong, I didn't mean to provoke you..."
"Young Master, is this the time for jokes? We're about to face a great calamity, yet you seem completely unconcerned." Song Xiwei was so cold that she couldn't concentrate and couldn't think of a way to escape danger.
He had no choice but to offend Aoqian.
Aoqian noticed that she was shivering as she spoke in a cold tone.
"How about you hit me a little to warm up? Once your mind is clearer, we can think about what to do next." This time, Aoqian was serious, no longer joking.
He would rather be beaten than let Song Xiwei feel any better.
"Why would I hit you for no reason? You could warm up by jumping around in place. Are you out of your mind?" Song Xiwei glared at him again with disdain. She hit him earlier because she was angry with him. Although she was still angry, she knew that Aoqian was injured. How could she not be so reckless as to take her anger out on him?
Aoqian lowered his head, looking as if he had done something wrong, and remained silent.
Song Xiwei glanced at the conspicuous large footprint and found it somewhat offensive. She reached out to swat it away for Aoqian, but Aoqian dodged her.
"What are you doing!" Ao Qian looked at her warily, actually protecting the large footprint as if it were some kind of treasure.
Song Xiwei was speechless. "You have such a big footprint on your body, aren't you ashamed? When so many people see it, you'll not only lose face for yourself, but also for the entire demon race!"
“I don’t feel ashamed at all. I feel that this is something you gave me, something that is unique to me, and I don’t want to lose it.” Aoqian and Song Xiwei had completely different thoughts. Not only did he not dislike it, but he liked it very much.
Song Xiwei was speechless.
What should we do? Something's wrong with Aoqian. Could it be the lingering poison causing this?
She knew that if he didn't understand the toxin, something bad was bound to happen, and sure enough, the toxin damaged his brain.
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