Chapter 1575: Chapter 1157: Don’t Even Think About It

Vishi bent down, pulling up the low-waist triangle panties that hung on her calves, the lace material conveniently wiping away some slowly dripping water stains, all the way into the short skirt.

She washed her hands first, then poured a glass of water to drink, casually conjuring a water mirror, wiping away the tears that had just overflowed from the corners of her eyes, tidied up her appearance, and summoned the known guardian flame to ignite the stove fire. This was one of the reasons their cooking flavors varied: Vishi loved using Four-winged Technique Spirit known guardian flame for fierce fire and fierce stove, while Felix was skilled in using Feng Shui Technique to enhance flavors, only Dedarose cooked normally without magic.

Ash also helped with handling the ingredients, but he couldn’t assist with stir-frying and seasoning. He quickly stole a bite of the beef in the pan and found it too hot for his tongue, quickly pulled out a bottle of chilled pineapple juice from his Space Ring and gulped it down.

Speaking of which, all other beverages were finished, only pineapple juice was still plenty left, it seemed Weiser had prepared hundreds of pounds of pineapple pulp before leaving... although Ash liked drinking it too, drinking too much of the same thing inevitably made him want something else, hoping Felix would quickly concoct orange juice and lemon tea drinks...

At this moment, Ash suddenly remembered the potion Felix prepared which was bubbling with pink foam, and then thought that these days he had been drinking nothing but water and pineapple juice, and the pink potion clearly couldn’t be added in the water...

He looked at the bottle with still half of the pineapple juice remaining and fell into contemplation.

"Do you want to drink?"

Vishi glanced at him, lazily saying, "My hands are busy~"

Her two hands were indeed occupied with stir-frying, but Ash immediately noticed her subtext, like a kitten rolling on the floor showing its belly. Most of the time, Vishi enjoyed being sarcastic, embarrassed to reveal her thoughts, even suppressing her emotions, very reluctant to indulge herself, but there were two exceptions—before trading, after trading.

Only in moments of hypocrisy, would she slightly let down her Ghost Prophet pride. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Ash kept the remaining pineapple juice in his mouth, hugged her waist from behind, lowered his head to kiss and passed it to her mouth. Within these two months, everyone’s magic cultivation was advancing rapidly, Ash’s verbal skills also became increasingly eloquent amidst frequent verbal battles, although operators previously struggled to resist his offensives, now they basically collapsed at the first touch, Ash even suspected their kissing experience had bonded and transferred to him.

By the time their lips parted, not a drop of the pineapple juice had spilled. Vishi licked her lip corner, composedly continued cooking, allowing Ash to keep holding her. Ash quietly embraced her for a moment, suddenly sighed, "Vishi, how are you so annoying..."

Boom! The flames suddenly surged two meters high, Vishi swiftly finished pan-frying the lamb chops and placed them on a nearby plate, then turned off the fire, turning around to press Ash against the wall, placing two fingers on her lips in a throat-poking gesture, staring straight at Ash, "Do you believe I will spit everything I just swallowed onto your face?"

Ash grabbed her wrist and skillfully locked it behind her waist drawing her into his embrace, laughed, "I only said you’re annoying not that I hate you... although I do find you somewhat annoying..."

"I will seriously spit it out!"

"You know because of your reputation, you lost a Soul Wonder..." Ash briefly explained Death Mad’s targeting of her, continued, "...now you realize how much loss being annoying can bring you, right?"

"Even if I’m not annoying there wouldn’t be any benefits." Vishi turned her head, displaying an indifferent look, "Anyway, you all still favor Sword Maiden the most."

"Alright," Ash sighed, "I thought I could slightly change your mind with benefits, if even benefits don’t work, I’m out of options, if you don’t wish to change I can only accept it, since you’re my maid. But you should practice swordsmanship more these days, at least next time Death Mad insults you, I’ll aim to get beaten less."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"If she insults you in front of me, I definitely need to counterattack."

"Just ignore it, I won’t lose a piece of flesh, there are plenty who insult me." Vishi said, "If I cared, I wouldn’t be a Ghost Prophet."

"But she insults you not because you’re excessively Evil," Ash gently said, "actually nobody really minds your infamous track record... the reason everyone dislikes you is because of me."

"If you were merely my prisoner, my tool, even if I allocated resources to you, they wouldn’t have much opinion. Because I would be wary of you, fear you, use you, never grant you the chance to manipulate my soul, nor give you the opportunity to betray me."

"Why does Death Mad somewhat accept Witch and Silver Lamp, yet loathe you uniquely?" Ash gazed into Vishi’s eyes, "Because no one believes Witch Silver Lamp would betray me, but everyone assumes if given a chance you will retaliate against me."

"Therefore, I cannot tolerate Death Mad insulting you." Ash released her hand, "If she insulted you because of your past sins, I would unequivocally stand by her side and help her rebuke you, but this time you clearly did nothing wrong, the one at fault is me."

Vishi’s eyelashes slightly trembled, her gaze no longer sharp, revealing a never-before-seen fragility. She softly asked, "Do you think you were wrong?"

"I don’t know." Ash held her, "Can you answer me?"

After a brief silence, Vishi shifted her gaze avoiding Ash’s eyes and said, "You are certainly wrong. You are my mortal enemy, I am your tool to command, as long as you remember this, naturally you won’t clash with Death Mad."

"Your fault lies in, always thinking I am not merely your prisoner, your tool."

The kitchen suddenly fell into a suffocating silence; Vishi regretted saying this shortly after, silently awaiting Ash’s reprimand. Yet, Ash released her, calmly said, "Continue cooking, I should also clean other people’s rooms."

Vishi had shifted her gaze earlier; now it was Ash who shifted his gaze. The Ghost Prophet’s was for Disguise, while his was for being unable to maintain it.

Watching Ash pick up the mop and leave, Vishi suddenly could feel his mood, which was a terrible sensation somewhere between pain and exhaustion... Perhaps it wasn’t just Ash’s feelings.

She unhesitatingly grabbed Ash’s wrist, pulled him back, pressed him against the wall again, and teasingly asked, "Are you angry?"

No answer.

"Weren’t we just casually chatting? Why are you so serious?"

He avoided her gaze.

"You just had your fun and now you have issues with me. You really are..."

Even in the face of such a personal attack, he remained unresponsive, too lazy to argue back.

"Okay, I was wrong, alright?" Vishi humbled herself, "Forgive me, will you?"

Ash finally spoke, "What exactly did you do wrong?"

Such a fatal counterquestion left the adeptly manipulative Ghost Prophet momentarily speechless. Vishi thought for a moment, decided to counter him with his own tactics, and leaned in for a kiss, but Ash turned his face away. At any other time, Vishi would have been furious if her offer of a kiss was rejected, but for some reason at that moment, she didn’t mind. She pulled out a piece of cotton candy from her pocket and brought it to Ash’s lips. When Ash finally opened his mouth, Vishi immediately closed in, putting her tongue and the cotton candy into his mouth.

This was a game unique to them; others might have used ordinary candy because cotton candy wouldn’t dissolve, meaning one of them eventually had to chew and swallow it... It’s actually quite gross.

But perhaps this was the best portrayal of them, sweet yet disgusting.

As they each ate half of the cotton candy, Vishi’s legs unknowingly wrapped around Ash’s waist, her whole body clinging to him like a koala. Seeing Vishi’s pitiful look begging for forgiveness, Ash sighed helplessly, "I don’t know if there’s any wrong to it, you don’t know what wrong is... We’re not just pretending; we’re making a mess of it."

"Perhaps only at the distant end of the road will we find the true answers to right and wrong."

Vishi hugged his neck, her voice soft, "We definitely will."

"Your lips are pretty sweet, so why are you so sharp-tongued usually?" Ash advised, "If you weren’t so cryptic, people wouldn’t dislike you as much."

"Because a snake’s kiss is always poisonous." Vishi lazily said, "Have you forgotten? A snake’s way of killing is through kisses and hugs. Sooner or later, I’ll retaliate against you. That’s why I use gentleness to confuse you. Others aren’t worth my effort."

"That’s one of the reasons they dislike you." Ash said, "They’re always suspecting that once you have the ability to break free from the chains, you’ll retaliate against me."

"What’s there to suspect?" Vishi blinked, "I will definitely retaliate against you!"

"But there are more of you, I can’t beat all of you, so I’ll lay low for a while. When the time comes, I’ll kill and refine souls without restraint, reduce cities to ruin, turn everywhere I go into a hellscape where life is exterminated. If you dare to hunt me, I’ll avoid you and go somewhere further to kill even more. If you ignore me, I’ll cling to you, bringing calamity and chaos to the world." She uttered the most venomous vow, tightly clinging to Ash with both hands and feet, "I want your heart to burn day and night, to be overwhelmed by sorrow and misery. All the sins I commit will be to torment you, every person I kill will be on your account. I want you to think of me at all hours, spending the rest of your life entangled with me... Only then can the shame of the Ghost Prophet be washed away! That’s the price you pay for degrading me!"

Ash looked at her speechlessly, not overly angry, just giving her a firm smack on the bottom, sulking, "Would it kill you to sweet talk me a little? No pretense at a time like this?"

Vishi’s eyes sparkled, suddenly breaking into a smile, the earlier viciousness vanished without a trace, and a gentle charm crossed her eyebrows.

"Alright." She gave Ash a peck on the lips, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Though the Ghost Prophet wishes to break free from the chains..."

"I’m willing to be your slave for a lifetime."

Ash’s heart pounded like a war drum, he pursed his lips and looked away. Vishi giggled, "You didn’t take it seriously, did you? It’s just sweet nothings amidst the pretense~"

"Of course, I didn’t." A faint blush appeared on Ash’s face, "So, do you think you have a chance of breaking free from the chains?"

"I definitely can, the Ghost Prophet will never be subjugated." Vishi said resolutely.

"I understand." Ash nodded, "So, that means I have to become the Supreme of Magic before you break free. Even if you break free from the chains, I’ll still be your prison."

"Say it again." He smirked, "I’ll never let you go in this lifetime, in every sense."

"Dream on." Vishi chuckled.