Vichy ran back to the living room on the first floor and stopped. His breathing became shallow and rapid, his face turned red, and his heart was pounding.

Ash's words echoed in his mind. Vichy spat, "You want to drag me, the Ghost Prophet, to be buried with you? Dream on!"

She took a deep breath, slowly calmed herself down, cleared her mind of all the pink thoughts, and turned back into a normal demon maid.

She turned around and saw a can of milk coffee on the cabinet. She picked it up and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but after shaking it with her hand, she felt like there was still one tenth of it left in it.

Just then, Vichy remembered a little thing.

Just now in the basement, Ash touched the blue mark with his finger, but it did not trigger the love parting, which means that he still has love in his heart. But at that time, Vichy had not told him that it was a dead mark, and Ash did not think that it was a dead mark representing Harvey, so the love in his heart did not come from his disappeared friend, but...

After a few seconds, Vichy threw all the milk coffee left into the trash can, then squatted down beside the trash can and hugged his head, with a panicked expression as if he was doubting his life.

What a stupid thing was I doing...

I am the Ghost Prophet...

How could I be like this...

After reflecting on himself for a while in front of the trash can, Wei Xi wiped his lips with the back of his hand and walked into the bathroom in a daze. Outside the bathroom was a dry area for washing and changing clothes, and the clothes taken off after bathing could be thrown directly into the washing machine.

Vichy took off her boots and stepped on the towel blanket. The maid outfit on her body turned into flames and dissipated, leaving only the underwear inside. Hooking her thumbs on both sides of her underwear, she bent down and took it off. Vichy looked at the suspicious water stains on the soft fabric and sighed helplessly against the wall.

She turned her head and saw her pointed elf ears and flawless demigod body in the mirror.

Now I can't use "the uncontrollable human female body" as an excuse...

Pop.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Weixi remembered that she had not locked the door. She raised her head and met Jian Ji's gaze.

Sonia seemed to have just taken a shower and hadn't blown her hair yet. Her red hair was steaming and she had a dry towel hanging around her neck. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts and slippers, exuding the charm of a homely girl.

This was the first time that Vichy made such a mistake. Perhaps because of surprise or other reasons, she hesitated for two seconds before hiding her body. However, this was enough time for a demigod swordsman to observe all the details, including the suspicious water marks.

Sonia closed the door and approached the almost numb Vichy step by step. The slippers on the soft carpet made no sound, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds in Vichy's heart. She immediately got rid of her uneasy mood and returned to the combat readiness of the ghost prophet, staring straight at Sonia.

Sonia walked up to Vichy and held out her hand.

She turned on the dryer next to her, took out the warm clothes inside and held them in her arms, then ignored the maid and walked outside.

But at this time, Vichy's soul intuition sounded the alarm - although she was not as familiar with Sword Princess as the Witch and Silver Lantern, she knew that she must not let Sword Princess leave like this, otherwise there would definitely be consequences that she could not bear!

Vichy decisively grabbed Jian Ji's arm. Jian Ji looked back at her, and that look reminded Vichy of the last look the gravedigger gave her before he closed the coffin.

Wei Xi's mind raced, and she came up with countless excuses in an instant. However, after three seconds, she lowered her head and whispered:

"sorry."

At this moment, the surprise almost washed away the haze in Sonia's heart. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "In my impression, the Ghost Prophet should be the type who is good at speaking... Your words really changed my opinion of you."

"I can tell you countless reasons to make you happy," Vichy said, "but this is the only reason you want to hear."

However, Sonia shook her head: "You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to apologize to me. There is nothing wrong with being moved. Who can restrain themselves from being obsessed with others? Even the demigods who have lived for thousands of years have fallen into the mortal world. Sometimes I don't know whether to complain that my vision is too good or too bad."

Vichy shook his head: "I don't want to talk to you--"

"I don't care." Sonia said calmly, "I don't care what you want to do."

She let go of Vichy's hand and walked straight to the bathroom door. Vichy took a step back and leaned against the wall, silently holding the gun in his hand, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the bathroom, and the rolling waves blew across Vichy's face. The ** maid stared blankly at the sword girl who rushed in front of her, and at her palm that was just a little bit away from blowing her head off.

"sorry."

Vichy's second apology was more bitter and sincere.

Sonia shook her head, took her hands back and left the bathroom with her clothes. Vichy sat down cross-legged and murmured, "Yash, you're in trouble this time..."

…

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The third floor of the villa, rooftop.

Because the rooftop is equipped with a fully automatic ceiling that can be extended or retracted, it can also block the wind and snow on snowy days. The rooftop also has seats and ambient lights, which is very suitable for lying down and watching the stars when the weather is good, which is very life-like.

Although the snow had become lighter, it had not stopped yet, and the night sky was dark, without any stars. Sonia put on a coral fleece nightgown and walked onto the rooftop, leaning against the railing at the edge. Amid the dancing snowflakes, the lights of the Galaxie seemed even warmer.

This is the city that Sonia longs for. In movies and TV dramas, the people who live here are glamorous. They go in and out of high-end office buildings to make plans during the day, and enjoy life in colorful bars at night. For a little girl living in a remote town, this is simply the epitome of all the good things in the world.

Only after living here did Sonia realize that the people here also have troubles, they will not be happy, things will not go smoothly, and they will have to endure grievances. Everyone lives in a sea of ​​desire. The more thirsty they are, the more they drink. The more they drink, the thirstier they become. They are never satisfied and always want more.

So does she.

Sonia took out an exquisite cigarette case from her arms. She bought it at the convenience store. She didn't know why she bought it... but she felt she needed it.

She pulled out a cigarette, held it between her fingers with an unskilled grip, and held it gently in her mouth. There was no lighter, but she didn't need one.

Pop. A flame emerged from the fingertips, lighting up Sonia's ruby ​​eyes. As the flames flickered, the ruby ​​eyes became brighter and darker. The cold and snow seemed to disappear in an instant, and she came to the center of the dark world. Although there was nothing around her, her soul was warmed.

Surrounded by the flames, the tobacco shredded shyly, and a wisp of lonely and proud white smoke rose up. Sonia closed her eyes and tried this miracle that ordinary people used to escape sadness -

Sizzle.

The cigarette butt made a sizzling sound as if it was burning flesh.

Sonia opened her eyes and saw Ash staring at her and extinguishing the cigarette she had just lit with his palm.