The soul is light, please collect it, the soul is light!

All the comments, malicious slander and crazy obsessions are actually nothing more than that.

She sat on the windowsill with her back to the alchemist, her slender and charming legs hanging outside, swaying happily like an innocent little girl. She was wearing a long veil-like transparent dress, and her long purple hair shawl was shining like a gem. Hearing the footsteps of the alchemist coming in, the girl stopped singing and turned her head.

The Night Witch has an indescribable beautiful face, and all the adjectives are not an exaggeration to use on her body. The strange purple skin shines brightly under the moon, emitting a unique charm that makes people unable to look away. Her eyes shine red in the night like a beast. "Good evening, sir." She opened her red lips slightly.

Every word that was revealed from her mouth contained magic.

"Good evening, night witch." The alchemist stood firm with his sword.

The girl jumped off the windowsill lightly like a cat, and walked slowly towards him with cat steps. The corners of her eyes were raised and she said softly, "Why are you still carrying a sword when you are dating? This is so bad. Let it go."

The alchemist shook his head, "I feel safe only by holding it. Don't come here, Night Witch."

"Night Witch?" The girl's face faintly flashed with magic patterns. The magic began to oscillate, and the curtains in the room swung disorderly. Her eyes were deeper than the night sky. "Is that what you call me - your little lover?"

Leo felt the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stand up. "Love?" I'm afraid she's more like a colorful poisonous snake. "I'm completely different from those 'lover's' before you, Miss Banshee."

"Is that?" The girl's hands lowered her hands and stroked the bronze statue in the corner. It was a hideous wild totem, from a distant northern tribe. Only the night witch's bedroom in the entire palace was still as luxurious as before. Although the room would never be lit, it was only by the bright moonlight outside the window. "I know." She spoke softly, "They are some magicians, some shamans, some knight attendants, some death row prisoners... But in my opinion, you are no different from them." The girl chuckled, revealing a bitter chill. "Some want to kill me, some want to conquer me. What about you? There are only two types of people."

The alchemist shook his head, insisting that he was different from anyone.

"In the end, what happened to them?" Li Ou asked. Along the way, he saw neither the corpse nor any clues. The ancient palace wall not only created a large and gloomy shadow, but also seemed to be a greedy giant beast that devoured all justice and sin.

"What do you think, my dear?" the girl covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look at your outfit. Silver nailed leather armor, salamander gloves, emerald pendant, and magic talismans around her waist... Are you a mage or a warlock? Anyway, there is no difference, you will be the same as them, and you will know where they are going."

I don't want to know at all.

She sighed as if she was regretful, twisted her waist and walked towards the alchemist.

"Don't come over again, just stand there."

The girl smiled slightly, ignored his warning and walked towards him slowly. Her smile was irresistible, and such an idea suddenly appeared in the alchemist's mind. This thought was so dangerous. He took a step back in fear and raised the sword in his hand.

The Night Witch gently brushed the gorgeous snake-patterned ring on her left forearm, and the red copper and golden scales flashed slightly with the movement. Li Ou felt dizzy in her head and her eyes turned black. The effect of the medicine successfully blocked her charm, but it was still not enough. He could not be sure that he could resist the other party's charm that was not traced.

"Stop struggling, my lover." The girl's soothing tone surrounded him, sweet as honey. "Come on, come to my arms." She spread her arms.

The magic power was like waves coming, hitting his head one after another. His ears buzzed, his temples swelled, and the blue veins on his head swelled, as if they were about to burst. The alchemist gritted his teeth and endured it, trying his best to avoid the girl's eyes. The night witch's eyes were burning with endless desires and flames, and her face always maintained a smile.

"Put down the sword. Put it down, it's too dangerous." The girl looked pitiful. "It will hurt me and your lover."

She is no one! She is just a night witch, a dangerous demonized monster! Don't be blinded by your eyes and ears, the alchemist keeps telling herself that she is more dangerous than any creature you have ever seen. "This... cannot." He gasped, and he could hardly breathe in the magic storm.

"Why not? We have a wonderful night. Are you going to waste it?" She gently stroked the obsidian chain hanging on her chest. The alchemist's emerald pendant shook violently and shattered in an instant. "Isn't it even more wonderful to spend a good night with me? Don't be affected by the cold sword."

Leo shook his head with difficulty and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Because it has an appointment with your little face."

He was like walking against the wind in the storm, and he was fighting fiercely with the furious God of Storm. He raised his sword, and the magic surrounded him, as if a sticky spider was blocking his every move. A voice said giving up in his ear, while his brain told him to stab the pointed side. He was in the middle of the two sides of the tug of war, and the sword aimed at the girl's chest, but he was unable to stab it.

The Night Witch smiled mockingly. She slowly reached out her hand and pinched the tip of the sword like a playful look. She was not afraid of the runes on the sword at all. She was confident that she would be unscathed. "You are not the first to do this." She told the Alchemist, "but you have been persisting for a long time than everyone."

Leo was not honored at all. His will was dying, and his mind was in a trance. He moved as much as possible, but it was useless. His whole body was as numb and heavy as a stone sculpture, and his legs seemed to be stuck in a wooden pole on the ground. He could not move at all, and even his toes could not move at all.

"Stop struggling, my lover." The Night Witch pried open his fingers, snatched the magic sword from his hand, and threw it aside from it. Then she walked to him and fiddled with her soft fingertips on his face as if she was provocative. Her hands smelled of roses and poppy, lilac and lavender. "Witches and shamans are often not as determined as knights. Even if they are well prepared, magic runes are hanging all over her body." She sneered, "I thought you would perform better."

Leo also thought so. But he had to admit that he underestimated her. He seemed to have chosen a dead end for himself.

"Oh-I saw your eyes, do you think women can fight me?" She seemed to be able to read the mind. The girl hummed a song with a smile on her face. The song was pleasant and the magic was obedient, but it was more aggressive than the moment before. She circled around the alchemist, and he could feel the scrutiny of the other party. "Don't think this is my weakness. I have no weakness, my dear sir. There was a female knight who planned to do the way for heaven, but I promise that her taste was better than anyone else. You really should taste it."

She ate the other person alive?

"I'm not that savage." The girl had long become a prisoner of the demon. She seemed to be addicted to it. She played with the ends of her hair and hummed in dissatisfaction. "The smell I said is hers... You will soon be able to experience it yourself." The fragrance of roses on her body was addictive. "But first of all, I want to know who you are. I never sleep with a nameless person."

"Alchemist." He couldn't control his mouth.

"I've heard of you." She grabbed Leo's right hand and sniffed it, then stuck out her tongue and licked it gently in his palm. "The special smell is different from anyone. I can't wait, sir."

But the alchemist didn't think so. He wanted to turn around and ran away. He wanted to seize this opportunity, strangle her throat, and use spells to knock her out the window. He tried his best to escape from her control. His body was resisting stubbornly, trying to break free from the shackles of magic. Leo tightened his muscles and gritted his teeth hard, and blood oozed out of his gums. He concentrated all the remaining will and tried to outline a magic seal, but the magic cage was unbreakable. All his efforts were exchanged for a slight tremor of a finger.

"It's useless, alchemist," she said.

The Night Witch was in close contact with him. She leaned up, groped his body with her hands and feet, and quickly removed his silver nailed leather armor and threw it on the ground. The sterling silver could not cause any damage to her. She bent her head, her charming red lips kissed his neck, and the scorching breath and the rich fragrance of the wetness made his resistance gradually collapse. She unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, making his chest come into contact with her full chest, and he was unable to resist his physical instinct. But the banshee suddenly stopped.

"Do you know?" she said sly as she pointed her finger at Leo's chest, "I have to punish you, the alchemist. Because you had bad intentions to me from the beginning, because you thought you could conquer me with your male charm, because you fiddled with the cold and ruthless sword in front of a weak and poor lady, and even more because you were not right." Her hand slid towards his lower abdomen like a dexterous water snake. "Now, you have to pay the price for it, the alchemist."

The girl lifted her long hair with her hands and kissed her fiercely at the alchemist's lips, biting him like a vampire. His lips, his tongue was pierced by her fangs, and blood filled his mouth, flowing back and forth in their mouths. A huge buzzing sound rang out in his ears, and something flashed in his mind. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the dazzling red pupils of the banshee, falling into boundless darkness. He knelt slowly, and the voice of the Night Witch came to his ears.

"Alchemist."

"Yes, my lady," said the alchemist.

"So, follow my orders."

"After your command, my lady."

"You can kiss my hand."

"A great honor, my lady."

The alchemist felt himself kneeling in front of her, with thousands of bees buzzing in his head. Her voice was the only symbol that could be heard clearly in the chaotic notes. The Night Witch's hands were slender and beautiful, and it smelled of roses and poppy. And... lilac and lavender were like surging fires, which were strangely burning in the quiet and elegant lake... Water and fire blended with each other... He remembered... a light cut through the darkness...

"Come here." The Night Witch grabbed his hand and led him to the soft big bed. "My lover. Kiss me." The Night Witch hooked his neck. His chest rubbed against each other, and he felt a hard bulge. "Kiss me deeply."

He stood silently, admiring the light of her body, admiring the deep throat, admiring the beautiful curves of her mature and round breasts and waist hips. Unconsciously, he hugged her, and she began to remove his shirt. Her skin was bright and smooth, and it felt as warm as the sand baked by the sun, and a clear spring coolness. He held her head and found her lips.
Chapter completed!