Ao Qian raised his head, expressionless. "If I don't hand it over voluntarily, are you going to take it by force?"
Kotoha's face darkened. "Why did Young Master Aoqian have to make things so embarrassing!"
"Heh." Aoqian sneered, "In the end, apart from Song Xiwei, it seems that no one really cares whether I live or die."
There was a hint of bitterness in that cold laugh that he himself was unaware of.
In the past, if someone had spoken to him like that, Aoqian wouldn't have said anything more, nor would he have let himself have any extra emotions.
But now, things seem different.
There is one person who will fight with all her might, even if it means eternal damnation and becoming invincible, to stand by her side!
Even though they had no connection, she dared to hand over her natal magic weapon to him!
If she really is the one who will bring disaster to the six realms as prophesied, isn't she afraid that she is aiding and abetting evil?
Wasn't she wholeheartedly trying to be a good person who would benefit all living beings?
If she were truly a heinous villain, wouldn't all her efforts be meaningless?
Song Xiwei's time in his life was so short that he shouldn't have had so many emotions.
But at this moment, Aoqian suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake by clinging to the only person who was truly good to him.
If there's only an abyss ahead, he can go alone; why drag her along?
A bitter smile appeared on Aoqian's lips.
At this moment, Kotoha seemed to be in a dilemma; Ao Qian was even more difficult to deal with than she had imagined.
While considering whether or not to actually attack the boy, Ao Qian suddenly seemed like a different person, speaking in a relaxed tone: "As long as I hand over the magic weapon to you, I can live, right?"
Kotoha squinted, seemingly wondering if Aoqian was joking with him.
Aoqian surprisingly took out the hairpin he always carried with him.
Kotoha immediately recognized that this sandalwood hairpin was Song Xiwei's natal magic weapon.
Kotoha made a grasping motion in the air, and the hairpin returned smoothly to his hand.
Having obtained Song Xiwei's natal magic weapon, Yan Ye no longer concealed her expression, and was no longer as patient with Ao Qian as before. She only left behind a few bottles and jars, as well as a teleportation array.
"Take these medicines every day, and the teleportation talisman will send you to a safe place. When you arrive at the teleportation point, someone will meet you."
Aoqian didn't thank her or even glance at Yan Ye. He expressionlessly picked up the bottles and jars and entered the teleportation array.
Watching the boy disappear into the light and shadow, Yan Ye narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Just now, he could sense that Ao Qian did not want to hand over Song Xiwei's natal magic weapon.
You can also sense that Aoqian doesn't want Song Xiwei to leave him.
After all, Song Xiwei was his only bargaining chip for turning the tide.
However, for some reason, he seemed to have suddenly figured it out and stopped insisting.
This young man looks young, but he is indeed very capable; even Kotoha finds it hard to see through him.
He carefully put away his natal magic weapon and breathed a slight sigh of relief. This way, the matter was settled, and he wouldn't offend Song Xiwei.
Meanwhile, Song Xiwei, who was watching the battle from inside the mirror space, took advantage of the intense fighting between the two sides to continue sending a telepathic message to her second senior brother to inquire about Aoqian's condition.
Kotoha said, "Everything went smoothly, Junior Sister, you can rest assured."
"Thank you, Second Senior Brother. I'll treat you to a drink later." Song Xiwei had no idea what Yan Ye and Ao Qian had just done. She just felt that since Ao Qian was alright, it was time for her to add fuel to the fire and clean up the mess as soon as possible.
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