His soul…
Looking at the other party's deep and dark eyes, Gus shuddered.
"Are—are you really a devil?" the young man asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Lu Qingchen looked at his lower body, which was wreathed in smoke, and opened his hands.
"What do you want my soul for?"
Gus said warily, "I'm just an ordinary person. Even if I have a soul, I'm afraid I'm very weak. It's impossible for me to help a strong devil like you."
"You don't need to worry about that."
Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Maybe, there is power inside your body that you haven't discovered yet, which is enough to help me overturn the entire world. Or maybe, I am just bored and want to play the role of a real devil for a while. In short, as long as you believe in me wholeheartedly, open your heart to me, and hand over your soul to me in its entirety, I will be able to answer all your questions and grant you the power to… go against the world."
