The world doesn't need succubus to save

Everyone has dreams.

Although there are no absolutes, and there are people who have never had dreams in their entire lives, Ning Feng thinks that this sentence should generally be correct.

After all, the phrase "nothing is absolute" is itself an absolute thing.

For Ning Feng, dreaming used to be a very magical thing.

Dreams that do not talk about logic can develop freely.

For him, the disorderly unfolding in the dream can provide him with the satisfaction of smiling knowingly when he wakes up from the dream.

Unlike some people who feel that dreaming is very tiring and painful, Ning Feng used to like to dream.

That allowed him to relax his tense spirit before it was completely broken.

As for why it is "once", this is very intriguing.

"Tell me why?"

Waking up in an absurd dream, Ning Feng sighed as he looked at the black cat beside him who was probably the instigator.

Waking up in a somewhat familiar cabin, Ning Feng lay on the sofa covered with animal fur, and lifted the quilt covering his body.

Looking at the black cat lying under the quilt, curled up on his chest, breathing evenly, Ning Feng blinked.

He didn't complain, but reached out and stroked the black cat's hair after sighing.

You bad woman, you can't let people sleep peacefully.

Good or bad.

After being touched by Ning Feng, the black cat's gentle breathing changed, and then slowly opened its eyes.

A youthful face was reflected in the scarlet-like pupils, and then he yawned loudly and shook his head.

"Don't shake so there's cat hair all over the place."

But strangely, facing Ning Feng's complaints this time, the black cat didn't show the same smug smile as before.

"Meow?"

The black cat was really like an ordinary black cat, it meowed lightly, and let out a lazy cry because it was stroked.

"Meow what meow, talk? Don't pretend to be a kitten with me at this time, I'm not angry."

Ning Feng really didn't want to disturb his dream, he was just a little tired and wanted to sleep thoroughly.

"Won't you let me have a good dream? I'm very tired and I want to sleep."

It took a strange look at Ning Feng who kept blinking at him but didn't continue to massage, as if he had lost interest, he got up and walked away lightly with catwalks.

Ok? ? ?
"Why are you running? I haven't finished talking yet..."

It's good that Ning Feng didn't open his mouth, but the black cat ran faster when he opened his mouth, and got out of the room in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

Leaving Ning Feng alone, he raised his hand and stared blankly at the direction where the black cat disappeared.

"Again? What are you doing?"

What are you doing, woman?
Hard to catch?
Why did you start doing this all of a sudden?
Why, do you think I'm a man of one set?

...I really am.

Standing up from the sofa, Ning Feng yawned and stretched vigorously.

Ok!Ah... hmm?

clack clack...

Hearing the clicking sound coming from his body, Ning Feng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Oh?
In this dream, I don't seem to be consistent with reality. …

The body seems to be a little old?
Without that powerful feeling in his body, he seemed to be back to the state of an ordinary person, and he didn't exercise much.

This feeling is even weaker than in the venue of the Star Chaser Competition.

"It's so fragile, this body."

It feels like it will snap off as long as you apply a little force.

and……

Raising his hand, Ning Feng stroked his back which felt a little strange, and he felt the rough texture.

"........."

With a frown, Ning Feng touched it again and confirmed it repeatedly.

It's a scar.

And if Ning Feng's feeling is correct, his entire back is covered with dense scars.

The old scars are not completely healed, and the new wounds will be superimposed again. Only in this way can a special wound be created.

Rolling up the sleeves, just as Ning Feng thought, under the long sleeves are also criss-crossing hideous scars.

"Strange?"

Feeling it up and down, Ning Feng's body has scars everywhere except his face, neck, and hands that can be exposed.

Caning, burning, puncturing, chopping...

"In this dream, what is my identity to be able to endure such excessive beatings?"

Could it be that I am a European emperor?
European imperial seals?

Only this kind of person is worthy of this kind of beating, right?
The wound had already healed. Uncle Ning Feng didn't feel anything special. He put down his sleeves and walked slowly towards the direction where the black cat disappeared.

Pushing open the door, he saw a sea of ​​flowers shining with crystal light.

The pure white flowers of no discernible category were planted around the wooden house in patches, exuding a mysterious light, illuminating the lightless night.

Looking around, the figure of the black cat disappeared, and Ning Feng only found a string of flowers being gently pushed away.

"Is it here?"

Anyway, this was his own dream, and Ning Feng was not worried about mysterious accidents, so he followed the trace directly.

rustle……

The flowers are driven under the feet, making a rustling sound, which is very clear in the quiet night.

While walking, Ning Feng thought about the meaning of Ariana bringing him here while admiring the beautiful scenery.

"What did she mean by dragging me into such a strange dream?"

"Scars all over the body, a weak body, a special night... What special meaning do these represent?"

Weird.

Suddenly, Ning Feng's footsteps stopped.

Not only because he has reached the end of the road, but also because he did not find the black cat at the end of the road.

"You are……"

At the end of the white flowers, it is still white, but with some embellishments.

A touch of gold.

At the end of the road, a pair of golden eyes were quietly looking at Ning Feng.

That's not a black cat.

It's a horse with snow-white hair on the top of a mountain and eyes as bright as melting gold...

white wolf.

……

……

After Ning Feng fell asleep, the battle between Jiang Wan and Xi Lin soon came to an end.

Under Jiang Wan's desperate resistance, there was no winner in this battle, but ended in a draw.

As for whether this ending was due to the improvement of Jiang Wan's strength, or because of Xilin's pity, it is a matter of opinion.

The two women who were still in a heated fight just now admired Ning Feng's sleeping face for a while, and smiled at each other.

It was only when he was asleep that this person seemed to be able to really show his true appearance.

After watching for a while, Jiang Wan and Xilin were about to transfer Ning Feng to the bed, but at this moment Ning Feng's expression changed slightly.

In his sleep, he frowned slightly, and then mumbled in disbelief.

他 说:

"... Cecilia?"

The expressions of the two women who were still looking at Ning Feng with tenderness turned stiff...

Jiang Wan:?
Shireen:?
Cecilia...

What the hell is this woman's name again! ?