I really want to take a nice bath and get rid of all those weird things.
Perhaps due to excessive physical exertion, her spiritual power briefly disappeared again, and even the most basic cleansing spells failed.
Covered in sweat and...
It's sticky and uncomfortable.
But she was too exhausted to keep going, and she was only holding on by the last thread of her strength. She couldn't fall down yet. Aoqian hadn't woken up yet, and she didn't know if he was out of danger. She had to make sure he was alive and safe.
When Aoqian opened her eyes, she woke up refreshed and immediately met a woman with disheveled hair, looking as if she had been severely abused. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her nose, ears, face, mouth, and neck were covered by clothes. The exposed areas were covered with a dense network of mottled scars.
"How could you do this?" Aoqian asked urgently, he was terrified.
Song Xiwei's lips moved, but she found that she had lost her voice and could not make a sound.
Those two hours really took her life.
She truly experienced the feeling of being utterly helpless and desperate.
He could only silently mouth a reply to Aoqian: "Tired."
Seeing that Aoqian looked fine and spoke with a strong voice, Song Xiwei was finally certain that Aoqian had not only recovered, but his injuries seemed to have healed instantly.
He's alright, that's good...
Although she paid a high price, she is too tired now to care about such things anymore.
Aoqian was still frightened by Song Xiwei.
These wounds looked far too dense; he had never seen Song Xiwei with so many wounds in so many different places.
It feels like...
Aoqian's mind flashed with the Demon King's greedy gaze at Song Xiwei, and he suddenly clenched his back teeth.
Was it the Demon King who did it?
"Aoqian, you might as well just kill me..."
"I'm going to die..."
"Does this count as trading my life for another's...?"
"I'm afraid I'm really going to die at your hands..."
"Aoqian, you're absolutely amazing! You're so powerful even without thinking, it's incredible..."
Some voices, belonging to Song Xiwei, suddenly flashed through Aoqian's mind.
Along with these sounds, Aoqian saw some images.
What happened...?
Intertwined, swallowed up, and...
He seemed to suddenly understand what had happened to Song Xiwei's injury.
Oh my god!
He actually gave Song Xiwei...
Aoqian was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.
Oh no, I haven't even confessed my feelings to Song Xiwei yet, and I've already gone too far.
No wonder Song Xiwei said he was amazing; he really was amazing. There probably won't be a future like him.
Ao Qian wanted to cry but had no tears.
This time, I really accomplished nothing.
What's infuriating is that the Medicine King is still alive.
Aoqian carefully reached out to touch Song Xiwei's wounds.
He didn't expect to actually run into her, but perhaps because he had done something too outrageous to Song Xiwei, leaving her with a lingering trauma, her eyes suddenly opened.
She stared at him warily, still without uttering a sound, only mouthing, "What are you going to do!"
“I’m sorry…” Aoqian felt he should atone for his sins against Song Xiwei with his death.
He really doesn't deserve Song Xiwei's kindness towards him.
How could someone be so inhuman?
"Give me back my spiritual power," Song Xiwei mouthed to Aoqian.
Ao Qian, puzzled but impressed, asked, "Your spiritual power? How can I return it to you?"
Song Xi rolled her eyes wearily and mouthed to him, "Come here, get closer to me, I'll get it myself!"
Aoqian still didn't understand what was going on, but he would do whatever Song Xiwei said.
He moved a little closer to Song Xiwei.
The two were almost face to face.
Suddenly, Song Xiwei pressed her lips to his.
Aoqian's eyes widened, but before he could react, Song Xiwei pushed him away with a look of disgust.
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