“Young Master Aoqian, you have already survived by sheer luck. If you were to drag her down with you in the future, that would be a bit too much. What do you think?”
When Kotoha said this, her expression was no longer as easygoing as before; it even carried a hint of threat.
Aoqian wanted to say that he had long ago told Song Xiwei to stop caring about him, but Song Xiwei was very stubborn.
But hearing Yan Ye speak like this, Aoqian felt a surge of resentment. This was between him and Song Xiwei; what business was it of anyone else's?
Even if he is Song Xiwei's senior brother, it's none of his place to point fingers!
"She is very strong. Because of her outstanding strength, she has always relentlessly pursued what she wanted to do, so she doesn't know the taste of failure. She thought this time would be the same, that she could protect you and help you take back everything that belongs to you. But she doesn't know how serious things are. She has to face not only your demon race, but also other races. But I also know her very well. She is naturally bold and fearless. She will definitely follow her own path of never giving up and forging ahead, going all the way with you to the bitter end, even if it means eternal damnation. But to you, what is Song Xiwei? Just a killing tool that you can use at any time! But she regards protecting you as a faith, even if it means eternal damnation and being at odds with the whole world. When she is stubborn, that's how terrifying she is."
Kotoha spoke a long string of words, which made him a little thirsty. He limped and poured himself a cup of tea. After drinking the tea, he looked up at Aoqian.
Ao remained silent, head bowed, lost in thought.
"Young Master Aoqian, don't misunderstand me. I can assure you that I will find a safe place to protect you and heal your body. You will live a good life from now on. As for taking back the Demon Lord's position, I advise you to put it aside. Without Song Xiwei's help, you simply cannot do it. Also, what I just said to you is to hope that you will stop bothering Song Xiwei. She doesn't owe you anything, and you don't need to drag her into the abyss with you."
Ao Qian had been silent for a long time. After listening to these long-winded remarks, he raised his head and looked at Yan Ye with cold eyes: "Are you done?"
Kotoha put down her teacup and gestured with her hand, "Perhaps you can make a condition. If you want to marry and have children in the human world and live a peaceful life, that's fine too. These are minor matters, and I will do my best to fulfill them."
"Heh." Ao Qian let out a cold laugh. "You said it yourself, Song Xiwei is very stubborn. If he insists on helping me and won't abandon me, I don't want to let him go either. Are you going to make a move on me now?"
Ao Qian's eyes showed no fear, but rather were full of provocation.
Kotoha paused for a moment, then said, "Of course I won't kill you. I'm a healer; I only save people, not kill them."
Aoqian's lips twitched slightly, a smile that looked more like a cold mockery.
Yan Ye didn't mind Ao Qian's rudeness. She simply extended her hand and said, "I've made myself clear. So, Young Master Ao Qian, hand over Song Xiwei's natal magic weapon to me."
Aoqian did not react, remaining motionless, but the temperature in his eyes suddenly turned cold.
“That doesn’t belong to you,” Kotoha said.
Aoqian clenched his fist.
He had heard so many long speeches from Kotoha before, and even heard others casually comment that his existence was the reason for everyone to eliminate him, but he had never felt so angry as he did now.
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