The wind ruffled Song Xiwei's long hair, but it did not diminish her captivating beauty.
Those eyes, slightly narrowed, shone brighter than the stars in the night, casting their light precisely into his heart, stirring up a deep ripple.
Before he could fully process that strange feeling, Aoqian's body suddenly convulsed, and he fell off the roof without warning.
Fortunately, Song Xiwei reacted quickly and steadily pulled Aoqian back.
After helping Aoqian to his feet, they realized that something was wrong with him.
She immediately probed into Ao Qian's spiritual consciousness, but was immediately repelled on the first attempt. Undeterred, Song Xiwei continued…
It took more than ten attempts to successfully enter Aoqian's spiritual consciousness.
"Young Master, you..."
Song Xiwei saw a world scarred and devastated.
In that world, Aoqian was suppressed by bloodshed, decay, and an overwhelming sense of oppression.
He was shackled and lifeless; no matter how she called out to him, he did not respond.
Song Xiwei wanted to continue investigating, but was shaken out again.
Aoqian weakly spoke up to stop her: "Don't waste your time."
"Young Master, what's going on? Your spiritual consciousness..." Aoqian said his spiritual veins were damaged, but what she saw after entering his spiritual consciousness was clearly not the case.
If it were just a simple case of damaged spiritual veins, it shouldn't look like that.
The feeling was so shocking and oppressive that Song Xiwei felt like she couldn't breathe.
Aoqian said weakly, "Don't worry, I won't die. I haven't avenged myself yet."
These words were not comforting at all; they only further enraged Song Xiwei.
"Let's go back to the inn!" With a dark expression, she led Aoqian back to the inn.
She helped Aoqian lie down on the bed, and she began to take his pulse again. His body was indeed unable to support him.
If they continue on their journey, they may die at any moment.
If Aoqian dies now, his resentment will be immense. He is a pure Demon Lord bloodline, and his resentment will linger for a long time. That is probably what our master is truly worried about.
Therefore, she absolutely could not let him die like that.
Song Xiwei searched through her spatial treasure trove and found a bunch of elixirs and magical treasures.
The spells she cultivated were not the same as those used by Aoqian, and she didn't know if these Aoqian could benefit from them, but now she had no choice but to try anything.
"Open your mouth!" Song Xiwei opened a bottle and poured out only one pill.
The pill was glowing; it was clearly a divine object, extremely precious.
Aoqian coughed and turned his face away.
Song Xiwei grew anxious. "What time is it? Stop being so temperamental. This is a magic pill, and there's only one left. It's not bitter. I originally saved it to protect myself during my tribulation, but you need it more now. It might even be useful to you. Quickly, listen to me, Young Master, open your mouth and eat the magic pill!"
Ao Qian still didn't open his mouth.
Song Xiwei felt like she was a mother hen, constantly improving her stamina on Aoqian.
"Young Master, are you deliberately trying to go against me? Fine, do you think I can't handle you?"
Looking at Aoqian's stubborn back of the head, Song Xiwei's nameless anger burned even brighter. "Young Master, have you become so used to my gentlemanly side that you've forgotten how strong I am? I'm not begging you to take the medicine now. I hope you understand the situation. If you still refuse to obediently take the elixir, then I'll have to offend you!"
After Song Xiwei finished speaking, she didn't give Aoqian a chance and started attacking him directly.
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