Aoqian never imagined that the thing about destroying his own spiritual veins would happen to him.
However, that was the only method available at the time, but it was also the method that was absolutely disadvantageous to him.
He's a selfish person at heart.
When my father and mother were in trouble, the entire city of Chidu was occupied.
He only wanted to protect himself and never thought about dying with his father and mother.
He was a person who was frighteningly clear-headed and frighteningly rational, yet would never let his emotions cloud his judgment.
He believed he had no weaknesses.
He was also the one the elders most favored and most convinced would become the strongest demon lord in the entire Crimson Capital.
Because every demon lord throughout history, including his own father, has weaknesses in greed, anger, and ignorance.
But I am different.
Whether it's family ties or other aspects.
He is a person who is absolutely rational and can clearly distinguish between good and bad.
His mother once told him, "My son, if you want to be a heartless person, you'd better stay heartless forever. That way, you won't be troubled by emotions, and you won't have any weaknesses. A person like you will be a strong person, but the strongest people are always lonely."
At that time, he was only seven years old, but he was clear-headed enough to think, "Love is nothing but a useless thing. If Mother had seen through the suffering in it earlier, she would have been spared the pain sooner."
His mother handed the Soul Pearl to him, crying and laughing at the same time: "If I hadn't fallen in love back then, you wouldn't be here, my silly son."
Ao suppressed his extraneous thoughts and turned to look at Song Xiwei. She was still as beautiful as if she were glowing.
From the moment she first appeared, it was as if she had cast a spell on herself, a spell that would make him fall for her and lose all self-control the moment he saw her.
She said she came under the orders of her master.
He was naturally curious about who her grandmaster was, but curiosity didn't mean he would be willing to put himself in the shoes of her and actually go to her sect.
He carries a deep-seated hatred, and even his closest relatives can be betrayed, so outsiders are even less trustworthy.
How could one possibly place their hopes on an outsider?
After calmly analyzing the situation, he confessed to Song Xiwei.
I had considered that Song Xiwei might leave in a fit of anger.
If she really leaves, that's fine too.
Keeping someone like her, who could bewitch and disturb his mind, by his side was what made him most uneasy.
However, to his surprise, Song Xiwei not only did not leave in anger, but also eliminated the previous grudge and even made physical contact with him.
Her hand hooked around his shoulder, the weight pressing on his shoulder, and the warm fragrance that lingered in his breath at that moment.
Aoqian's mind began to waver again.
He felt his palms sweating as he clenched his fists, and he was having some difficulty breathing.
It is said that for every step the righteous take, the wicked take ten.
He calculated that if Song Xiwei left, he would eliminate an unpredictable factor that could bewitch people; if Song Xiwei stayed, then he would have already been honest with her...
She was just a knife to him.
From then on, she would hit wherever he pointed.
No matter how you calculate it, you won't lose out.
But Song Xiwei...
Is she using witchcraft again by making physical contact like this?
Is it because her cultivation level is higher?
Why is he always so helpless whenever she makes intimate contact with him?
Even though they are all men, why does she give off a different vibe?
I don't know what she's laughing at, but she's laughing so brightly, and her two red lips are opening and closing as if she's saying something.
She was leaning against him, so close, yet why could he only see her speak, but hear nothing at all...?
What kind of magic is this?
That's just too domineering!
He tried to close his eyes and not look at her to alleviate his current predicament of being manipulated and having no way to resist.
But no sooner had he closed his eyes than her hand reached out to him.
He was cupped in her hands, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes trembled violently.
This time, he finally heard her clearly: "Young Master, are your eyes uncomfortable? Would you like me to blow on them for you?"
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