"I've listened to your sweet and loving stories about you and Song Xiwei the whole way. Can you please spare me the trouble of listening to my ears all this time? Besides, you promised you wouldn't kill me. We've been through thick and thin together. You can't just abandon me like this!"
"No, you must die!"
Ao Qian stared coldly at the Demon King.
The demon king was almost in tears. "I will repent and never kill again. I will be a good demon and do good deeds..."
"And the most important one?" Ao Qian glared at him coldly. "You ate the most important one?"
"I will never bother Song Xiwei again. I wish you both well..." The Demon King was very unwilling, but he had no other choice in order to save his life.
Ao Qian was not satisfied. "That's it?"
"I wish you a long and happy marriage, and many children..."
Ao Qian finally suppressed his murderous intent. "Don't you dare make another move on her!"
Demon King: "..."
"Not even in my dreams!"
The Demon King: "!!" He controls everything, even people's dreams! Anyway, as long as he doesn't mention it, Aoqian won't know anything about dreams...
"Uh..." Suddenly, Ao Qian stuffed something into the Demon King's mouth and forced him to swallow it.
"What I just fed you was a Dream-Entering Pill. From now on, I will know if you dream of anything you shouldn't. If you dare to have any improper intentions, you will die a terrible death!"
The Demon King was sweating profusely.
Isn't this demon lord a bit too vicious?!
Aoqian decided to send a telepathic message to Song Xiwei to report on his current situation.
It took Song Xiwei a while to reply. Aoqian noticed that Song Xiwei's voice sounded off, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, how about you? How's it going? Did you see the painting?"
"Yes, I see it. That painting is actually..."
Aoqian explained to Song Xiwei what he had just seen about the painting.
Song Xiwei frowned. "It's good that you're alright."
Aoqian was surprised. He hadn't mentioned the danger he was in to Song Xiwei, so why was she reacting this way, as if she herself was in danger?
"What's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
Song Xiwei's deliberately casual tone aroused Aoqian's suspicion. "What's wrong? I can tell you're lying."
"Besides that painting, is there anything else suspicious? For example, was there an ambush or a surprise attack...?"
Song Xiwei's question made Aoqian even more puzzled. "You weren't there, so how did you know about the ambush? There must have been two groups of people. They arrived there before me and the Demon King and started fighting. One group was completely wiped out. We can't confirm their identities yet. All the bodies were killed in one blow."
"You've seen the painting, are you preparing to return to Chidu now?" Song Xiwei stopped mentioning what had just happened and instead asked about his return date.
Aoqian was eager to return to Chidu immediately. He really missed Song Xiwei. Even though they could often communicate telepathically, it didn't feel the same. She still felt too far away. He wanted to see her, touch her, and hug her tightly.
"Of course, now that the matter has been settled, I have decided to let the Demon King go for the time being and let him live to see how he performs. As for other matters, none of them can be a reason to stop me from returning to Chidu now."
Hearing Aoqian's eagerness to return home, Song Xi's eyes welled up with tears. "Don't rush, have you figured out that painting yet? After all, you went through so much trouble to see it, there might be some deeper meaning behind it."
“I saw it. It’s about the Heavenly Emperor. I told you the story, but you didn’t react much just now.” Aoqian felt that Song Xiwei was acting strangely. This behavior of Song Xiwei made him very uneasy, and he wanted to return to her side even more.
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