When the two found an intimate frequency that best suited both of them, Ash felt their souls begin to melt like ice cream, just like two lumps of soft cream invading and merging together, indistinguishable from each other and blending perfectly.

No wonder no one would trade soul fragments... In this state, the party with a stronger and higher soul realm has absolute dominance. As long as the other party has the slightest malice, they can easily modify their own thinking and implant distorted thoughts, which is equivalent to handing their own life into the hands of the other party and letting them play with it!

But Ash was not afraid at all, perhaps because the ruby ​​chain would restrain Vichy's behavior, and even if she had malicious intentions, she could not hurt him, or perhaps because... he was actually afraid, but he did not hate this feeling.

Their bodies demanded each other, their souls invaded and blended with each other, and they became the closest existence to each other in all aspects of spirit and body, but deep in Ash's heart, he still hated Vichy's cruel and violent nature, still feared Vichy's possible betrayal, and still worried about what conspiracy Vichy was hiding.

Love her like a lover, and be wary of her like a demon.

Like and dislike, intimacy and fear, peace of mind and uneasiness, all kinds of complex and even conflicting thoughts coexist in Ash's heart. There is no relationship more twisted and weird than this... This intertwined and contradictory emotion reaches its peak in repeated demands on each other, gradually corroding Ash's sensibility and rationality.

Like a trap set by the devil, like a quagmire created by evil spirits, he fell into despair little by little, and sank into gentleness little by little.

Ash wondered if he was broken... He had clearly made up his mind that as long as Vichy refused to change her brutal ways, he would completely give up, cut off the future just like he gave up the past, let go of the inexplicable feelings, follow the opinions of Sword Princess and the others, become the most severe warden, and suppress this inhumane prisoner.

Vichy did not disappoint him, she maintained her dignity as a ghost prophet. It was obvious that if she was a little more obedient, Ash would treat her equally, but she still stubbornly bared her fangs, as if shouting that there were only humiliated demon maids in this world, but no submissive ghost prophets!

She can be extremely humble, but she is always extremely conceited in her heart!

However, when Ash had given up and completely admitted that Vichy was the devil he hated from the bottom of his heart, Vichy proposed this deal that could restrain her fangs... She could have proposed it earlier!

If Vichy had proposed to exchange soul fragments for her self-discipline earlier, Ash would not have questioned him to the point of breaking up, and naturally he would not have been completely disappointed. And Vichy needed soul fragments so much, she should have proposed this deal long ago!

But she just didn't do it.

It was as if she was waiting for Ash to question her, and used this opportunity to completely shatter his unrealistic fantasies, so that he could see clearly the brutal twisted tree roots hidden in her. When Ash was extremely disappointed, she offered him soul fragments for a trade, and showed him her beautiful flowers and green leaves...

Ash was vaguely aware that he was being played. Vichy was deliberately trying to make Ash completely hate himself, and then make Ash fall in love with the Ghost Prophet, whom he hated the most... She just wanted to see Ash fall into this kind of tangled and painful complex mood.

As expected of the Ghost Prophet, this was a high-end operation that I could never have imagined even if I had blown my brains out... Ash sadly discovered that he could no longer escape Vichy's schemes and tricks, so he had no choice but to demand some compensation from Vichy.

Vichy seemed to be able to sense the change in Ash's mood. This was the first time that she did not take back the initiative and allowed herself to be plundered by Ash at will, just like a prisoner obediently responding to the warden's whipping.

When their lips parted, Vichy almost melted into a pool of water, leaning softly against Ash. The two of them hugged each other, as if they were taking advantage of the halftime break to quickly recover their physical strength, their breathing was shallow and rapid, their bodies were hot, and even their skin was flushed with an ambiguous pink.

"Is that enough?" Ash suddenly asked.

"Not enough." Wei Xi said lazily: "I have to go deep into the deepest part of your soul to plunder away the last bit of soul fragments."

"How does that get you to the deepest point?"

"Just love me well, that's the most crucial step." Wei Xi whispered softly in his ear, "I failed to penetrate your soul, reflect on yourself seriously, it must be that you didn't pretend to love me deeply."

Ash thought about it, then suddenly looked at her and asked, "What about you?"

"Um?"

"When you go deep into my soul, I am also going deep into your soul." Ash said: "If the prerequisite for handing over the soul is pure love, then are you also..."

"Yes, I like you too." Weishi smiled and said, "You are the only person of the opposite sex I have ever liked in my long life... It's a pity that you are not an elf. It seems that the bloodline of the Evertwilight Elves will still be extinct."

Ash was stunned, his eyes showing disbelief: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I am the last Eternal Twilight Elf. If I combine with a human, my offspring will definitely not be able to maintain the Eternal Twilight bloodline—"

Ash was a little helpless: "You know that's not what I'm asking."

"You're asking me if I like you? Of course it's true." Vichy stared at him straight, and the bewitching fragrance blew gently on Ash's face: "I really can... pretend to like you."

Seeing Ash's stunned expression, Vichy couldn't help but laugh so hard that her pink curly twin ponytails swayed. She hugged Ash, her eyes full of mockery: "What else do you think? I'm a thousand-year-old demigod ghost prophet! How could I really like someone else? What's so special about someone like you that I'd fall in love with?"

"But in order to advance to the Lord God, I can fake my feelings, even if I like you, it doesn't matter." She approached Ash with a sly smile, raising her eyebrows provocatively: "What about you? You are not moved by my false feelings, are you? You don't really like me, are you?"

Ash pursed his lips and was silent for a moment before shaking his head: "Of course not, I only pretended to like you to prevent you from destroying lives... You are a vicious ghost prophet, how could I like a sorcerer like you?"

"That's right."

Vichy saw a familiar color in Ash's eyes, a mixture of evasion and guilty desire. She knew rationally that she couldn't do this, but emotionally she kept finding excuses for her wrong behavior... She finally let Ash fall into the same situation as her.

Ash's guess was correct, Vichy did it on purpose.

To her, being in love with someone is no different from a curse, which is why she doesn't want to have an extra weakness for no reason, let alone give her heart to someone else... If she becomes like Sword Princess Yin Deng, she might as well commit suicide to erase her memory.

But if it's fake, then it's fine.

If it is for the sake of profit, then it is reasonable.

This is not only her wish, but also Ash's wish, and even... the wish of Sword Princess and the others.

"The Ghost Prophet doesn't want to like you, and you don't want to like the Ghost Prophet either." Vichy pressed her lips against Ash's, with a hint of charm flowing down her brows. She showed off her sweet tenderness without any scruples, and whispered, "We can only hug each other like this, falsely."