Sell?
Jiang Han's mind was locked in a battle between heaven and man, reason and instinct clashing without end!
The universe's greatest Great Witch, Angelite, had proven one saying with facts:
'Never cast your vote of trust for a witch.'
And the universe's second-greatest Great Witch, Eileen, had proven another with goodwill:
'Some witches are worth a vote of trust—they repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring!'
(Great Meow doesn't count as a Great Witch, meow!)
A witch's nastiness and a witch's trustworthiness formed the ultimate opposites, like life and death, stillness and motion! The two were like a classic yin-yang fish diagram! You contain me, I contain you... If she kept making things up, even the yin-yang fish would start looking indecent—such a mutually contradictory setup.
Jiang Han felt as though magnetic-field rotational power had switched on inside her brain! Her thoughts accelerated madly with ten thousand horsepower per second!
At last! A blind spot she had previously overlooked finally surfaced amid her thoughts!
...The one making this deal with me doesn't seem to be 'the universe's greatest Great Witch,' but 'the universe's second-greatest Great Witch.'
...Right! I'm not doing business with Angelite, that bottomless, shameless trash among trash and the trashiest star in the macrocosm. I'm doing business with Eileen, a witch who absolutely repays favors when she says she will, whose reputation is so good people say she's 'not like a witch.'
What was there to think about?
Has my brain gone haywire?!
Jiang Han straightened her waist and back, graceful in bearing, with a sweet and modest smile as she softly said:
"I've always liked making deals with you, because you've always been a very good friend of mine, and..."
Meeting Eileen's half-smiling expression, Jiang Han could no longer keep it up. She puffed