Suddenly, the monster sensed a threat at its vital point, and then it heard Song Xiwei's voice: "Don't move, or you'll die."
The monster asked in confusion, "Immortal Song, why are you doing this?"
"Nothing much, I just got tired of watching your tedious show, so I'm helping you speed things up." Song Xiwei yawned and directly severed the connection between the monster and its master.
Now it's her turn to shine.
On the other side, Ze Lin suddenly coughed up blood, which startled Jiang He.
"My lord, how are you?"
Ze Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, which made Jiang He even more confused.
"My lord, you are injured. Have you suffered a backlash?"
Controlling those things is too taxing on one's spiritual energy.
Ze Lin still had that smile on his lips, as warm as the gentle spring sunshine, which made Jiang He's heart flutter for a moment.
Ze Lin said with a hint of doting in his tone, "He is still the same old him. Oh well, we didn't get to see him this time. Maybe next time. It'll be soon anyway."
Jiang He's expression stiffened slightly; he didn't understand what Ze Lin meant.
Ze Lin had already stood up, and Jiang He was about to follow, but Ze Lin stopped her, saying, "I'm going to sit at Qingya Xiaozhu for a while, you don't need to come with me."
...
In no time, Song Xiwei had easily dealt with these troubles.
She was still quite excited when she came out of the mirror.
Sure enough, it was the easiest way to finish them off after they were both badly injured.
We still have plenty of spiritual energy left, so we're not worried about any further trouble.
Song Xiwei immediately rushed to the inn.
As soon as she reached the door, before she could even push it open, the door opened automatically.
Upon seeing her second senior brother, Yan Ye, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, Song Xi greeted him with a bright smile, "Second senior brother, it's been a long time! You look better and better! And you've become more and more handsome!"
"You're still so sweet-talking!" Kotoha said with a smile.
Song Xiwei's gaze swept across the room, and seeing the empty bed, her expression changed slightly. "Where is he?"
Even Song Xiwei herself didn't realize that the moment she didn't see Aoqian in the room, the smile on her face froze instantly, and her voice sounded hurried.
She has always been a composed person and a role model for everyone in her school.
When they are gaining experience outside, they are even more reliable and steady.
Such panic and overt joy are not her usual style.
Instead of directly saying where Ao Qianren had gone, Yan Ye took out the hairpin and handed it to Song Xiwei.
Upon seeing the hairpin, Song Xiwei's face darkened further. "How did it end up with you? Did you steal it?"
When she said those three words, "you stole," Song Xiwei's tone was clearly oppressive.
Yan Ye looked helpless. "Am I that kind of person? If he hadn't given me the hairpin, I wouldn't have known that you would just give away your natal magic weapon so casually. Do you know that if that person had ill intentions towards you, this natal magic weapon alone could have harmed you!"
Song Xiwei ignored Yan Ye's long-winded explanation and simply repeated in a cold voice, "Where is he?"
Yan Ye coughed slightly, seemingly trying to cover something up, but Song Xiwei's gaze was too sharp, as if she wanted to peel away his surface and see into his core.
"Junior Sister Xiwei, it's been so long, don't be so fierce..." Yan Ye's voice became weak under her gaze.
Song Xi raised an eyebrow, her voice still tinged with coldness: "Didn't Senior Brother just praise me for having a sweet tongue?"
She paused, then repeated, "So, Second Senior Brother, where is he?"
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