"..."
The Corpse Witch's expression was subtly complex as she looked into Ahtal's gentle and sincere eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, then swiftly tossed her blue hair, "It doesn't matter. Fussing over these things is pointless."
Her expression turned dangerous once more.
"Human, what brings you to me?"
"Is it really okay to chat inside a coffin?" Xi Mu looked around the gloomy surroundings, while the Corpse Witch rolled her eyes lightly, folding her arms across her chest, her ample breasts heaving slightly.
She closed her eyes and said:
"This is the place that makes me the most comfortable. No one can bother me here, and I can sleep well."
"You're just plain lazy, aren't you?" said a sleepy voice. The Corpse Witch turned towards the sound and saw the Witch of the Moon walking over, a look of sleepy irritation on her face as she stood at the edge of the pit.
