Vichy blinked.
"No. I'm not a child, who would have nightmares?" she said casually.
Ash glanced at her and let go of her hand.
Wei Xi breathed a sigh of relief, sat up and said, "Are you hungry too? I'll prepare some food for you—"
"Vichy."
Ash hugged her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "Although you are inhumane, merciless, cruel and violent, and you especially like to go against me, you at least have one good point... that is, you don't bother to lie."
"Have you forgotten that you used the ruby chain to prevent me from lying?" Vichy complained.
"Come to think of it, you have unlocked the ruby chain, right?" Ash said with a smile, "Let me guess, it was probably during Senluo. Are you sure about it?"
"You figured it out?" Vichy was a little surprised.
"Because you deliberately showed that you could resist the control of the chains for a short time. According to my understanding of you, you only exposed one tenth of your trump card at most, which means that you were able to break free from the chains at that time." Ash chuckled and said, "From then on, it was no longer the chains that really bound you, but me!"
Vichy curled his lips and made a click of the tongue.
"You are the least trustworthy ghost prophet, but you will never lie to me, at most you won't tell me." Ash said softly, "So I will believe you no matter what you say, such as I will be with you forever... such as I like you..."
“I didn’t say the latter part.”
"Didn't you just say that?"
"They all said they lied to you."
"Then say it again."
"No." Wei Xi paused, looked down at her thighs between her black stockings and skirt, and suddenly said, "It wasn't a nightmare... I just seemed to have dreamed about you."
"No way!?" Ash was a little shocked: "Did you get so scared by dreaming about me? Are you so weak against weird dreams?"
"Although you have a good self-awareness, don't interrupt." Wei Xi said unhappily: "I dreamed that... you became an eight-winged magician, and went upstream along the Golden River, destroying all the divided world lines, plundering their brilliance and turning it into your own wings."
Ash groaned and said, "It doesn't sound like me, but a bit like you... I understand, it's our child!"
Vichy was not irritated and continued to speak: "In the end, I saw you want to destroy our world. You stretched out your hand and pierced my chest, plundering my knowledge, my virtual wings, and all my glory. I became an empty shell, extinguished like a burnt-out lamp... Then I woke up."
"No wonder you're so scared." Ash hugged her tightly, "It's really sad to dream about being killed by the person you love."
For the first time, Vichy did not refute what Ash said. She just nodded gently and accepted his tenderness.
"So you have to reflect on yourself, understand?"
Vichy blinked, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
"I want to reflect on myself? Isn't this the place where you should express your attitude?!"
"But I can't guarantee that I won't kill you in the future." Ash said innocently, "If you start killing again, I will have no choice but to kill you for love and justice. But you have this kind of nightmare, which means you still have a good self-awareness of yourself—"
Wei Xi punched him away, his eyelashes trembling with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will return to the human world to kill and refine souls. If you can see a living creature on earth by then, I will lose—"
"Hey wait." Ash quickly pulled her back and asked seriously, "Did you use some kind of miracle to have a prophetic dream? Or was it just a simple nightmare?"
Wei Xi shook his head: "It's strange that I fell asleep without the prophetic dream miracle. The Six-Winged Lord no longer has the concept of sleep, unless he actively sleeps to rest his soul, but I fell asleep unconsciously..."
Ash folded his hands in front of his chest: "I understand, I understand. Just like when I saw your sleeping face, I also wanted to hold you and take a nap."
"You know nothing." Wei Xi said unhappily, "It's abnormal for me to fall asleep like this, and I even dreamed of the Eight Wings, which I have never seen before... Maybe it's because I'm the Lord of Prophecy. Even if I do nothing, I can still receive hints from fate by chance."
Ash thought for a moment and asked, "You dreamed that I pierced your chest?"
"Um."
"Is it like this? Or like this? Or is it like this?"
The maid's mouth twitched slightly, and she clenched her fists without knowing when: "All these actions of yours are called kneading."
"That must be because I haven't put my hands inside my clothes yet—"
"Ash!" Vichy took a deep breath, "I'm not kidding!"
"I'm not kidding either." Ash said, "I just want to feel your heartbeat and ask you again - do you think I will kill you? And for the sake of power, for the sake of the Eight Wings? Are you serious?"
Vichy was speechless. Anyone in this world could betray their feelings for power, except Ash, who would never do that because he had gone through too many such tests. She argued, "Who knows what you will become in the future? You are not interested in power now, but how can you guarantee that you will not be interested in power in the future?"
"Why don't you just promise me that?" Ash chuckled. "If you find that I am changing, you will betray me and take my power. After all, if a world-destroying demon king really appears, I would rather it be you than me."
"ah?!"
"But if I haven't changed, Vishi, you must keep your promise to me," Ash said, "Come with me to the pinnacle of magic and see what the scenery is like."
Wei Xi stared at him for a while, then turned his head and said, "Don't talk about other people's ideals as if they were your own..."
"We can't help it. This is almost the common goal of the team," Ash spread his hands. "Besides you, Sword Princess and Silver Lantern also want to reach the pinnacle of magic. Being with a group of ambitious guys like you, the witch and I are trembling and dare not speak—"
Winter! Wei Xi suddenly raised her long black silk legs and kicked him down, then got up and left angrily. Ash lay on the bed and lazily shouted, "Where's the good morning kiss? I always have one when I wake up—"
"roll."
After Vichy's footsteps faded away, Ash slowly sat up. He silently recited "Aurora's Magician's Manual" in his mind, and naturally had no reaction.
From now on, there is no longer a predetermined destiny, but there is also no future to refer to.
The Final Five should have perished together with Ouroboros...
Ash felt inexplicably melancholy, but now he probably didn't have that much time to feel sad. The stars in the seventh layer of the virtual world, the six layers of hell that were still shielded, the management of the seven layers of heaven, and Vichy's prophetic dream... Vichy was right. As the six-winged prophetic god, the only reason she dreamed was to feel dreams and communicate with spirits.
And one thing that Ash was very concerned about was that he had not yet explained the mechanism of the World-Devouring Serpent in detail to Vishi and the others, but the "Eight-Winged Magician" in Vishi's dream acted like the World-Devouring Serpent, going upstream along the Golden River and destroying all the divided world lines.
The only difference is that Vichy dreamed of him instead of a snake.
While he was thinking, Vichy came in with milk and bread. Ash immediately frowned: "Is this the food in heaven? It doesn't even shine..."
"This is the reserve we brought from the human world. Heaven currently does not have the ability to produce resources." Wei Xi said unhappily, "And we don't need to eat at all. I just thought that you might feel better if you eat something."
Ash wasn't that picky, he took a bite of bread and drank a sip of milk, Vichy looked at him and asked, "How's it going?"
"The cheese toast was OK, but the milk was cold. It would be better if it was warmer."
"so troublesome… "
Vichy snatched the cup of milk from Ash's hand. Ash was stunned. Just as he was about to say that he would heat it up himself, he looked up and saw Vichy putting the milk in her mouth, then riding on him, holding his face, and lowering her head to kiss him.
The milk with body temperature slid down the corners of his mouth onto the bed sheet. Although he finished drinking it in a short while, he still entangled his lips and tongues to take it from each other. After four days of amnesia and three days of coma, they had just spent the most intimate night together and then separated for seven days. Naturally, the two of them were like dry firewood and raging fire.
When their lips parted, Vichy, who was supposed to be on top, was pressed down on the bed by Ash. Their warm breaths intertwined, and there were traces of milk on the corners of both of their mouths. Vichy hugged Ash's neck, her eyes hazy and charming.
"Sure." She said softly.
Because they were so distracted, they didn't notice two heads popping out of the door.
"Did we come at the wrong time?" Diya asked.
"Maybe they came at the right time," Weisser mused, "but we still have to stop them."
"Why?"
"After all, the first one is not Sword Princess..."
"That's right..."
"What are you looking at?"
Diya and Weisser turned their heads and saw Sonia looking past them into the bedroom with curiosity.