The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

In the end, after the sycophant had spent a lot of money, time and energy, the Queen forgave him with satisfaction.

The two reconciled and lived a blissful life of minor arguments every three days, major fights every five days, and breaking up once a month...

?

Shirin: ? ? ?

I asked, "Is this book really okay?"

After repeatedly looking at the various details of the book, Xilin forgot exactly where she downloaded it from, but vaguely remembered that it was someone's bestselling autobiography or something.

"...Although it's strange, according to the theory above, they should be scared, so they plan to put me at ease for the time being, regardless of other factors?"

It may not be entirely accurate, but the possibility still exists.

The replacement of a branch manager is no small matter.

In some places, there may not even be a branch office, but a nominal branch manager is always indispensable.

Their significance goes far beyond simply being a branch manager.

Picking up the envelope, Shirin nervously pulled out the letter inside, her gaze immediately fixed on the final result.

"Let me see... Agreed, indeed, it is agreed."

Ok?

"........."

After saying that, she blinked and thought for a moment, realizing that something seemed a little off.

Where will it be?

She paused, then looked again at the seal with the special inscription.

【agree. 】

How strange, let me take another look.

【agree. 】

No matter how you look at it, I agree!

"……hiss."

After glancing at the letter and then turning to look at the obscure copy of "The Sea Queen's Self-Cultivation" beside her, Xilin gradually fell silent.

In other words, the Watchers' leadership approved his resignation?

suck!

Taking a deep breath, Shirin gripped both ends of her bestselling autobiography and pulled hard!

Stab it!

"What kind of lousy book is this?!"

"Pooh!"

……

……

Ning Feng smiled as he looked at Raven No. 86, who seemed full of information and eager to continue.

他 说:

"My choice is..."

Chapter 124 The Court

"So, my answer is..."

As Ning Feng drew out his words, he looked at No. 86, who was certain that he would agree, and a thought grew stronger in his mind.

My favorite thing to do is to say "no!" to self-righteous people.

Once this idea emerged, it spread like wildfire.

I simply couldn't control myself.

So, following his heart's desire, Ning Feng spoke:

"I refuse."

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and Ning Feng felt incredibly guilty.

Although I felt like I had been led astray by some heartless scoundrel, I was still amazed by the other person's blank expression.

Ning Feng experienced the pleasure of being immoral at that moment.

happy.

I'm so happy!

On the other side, Number 86, who was still thinking about Ning Feng's agreement and continuing his introduction, suddenly froze, looking completely bewildered.

He didn't even understand what Ning Feng had said at first.

reject?

He just said he refused, right?

The other party declined my invitation, not wanting to become a part of the court?

Is this serious?

"you……"

Just as he was about to speak, he found that Ning Feng had grasped his outstretched hand and shaken it vigorously twice.

Ok?

This perplexing move left No. 86 even more confused.

"...What is this?"

You declined my invitation, but why did you hold my hand?

Is this some kind of manipulative, manipulative behavior?

Could this be the legendary PUA?!

No. 86 - Confused.jpg

Are you confused?

Ning Feng's voice, full of laughter, rang out. He released his grip and shrugged, a hint of mockery on his face.

"I feel the same way."

"Don't you think this unfolded too suddenly? I haven't figured out the situation at all, and under these circumstances, I can only decline your offer."

An argument that cannot be found to have flaws on the surface.

As for the real reason...

Ning Feng couldn't possibly tell No. 86:

It's mainly because your pose is too good; I find it hard to resist your shameless temptation.

This truth is too cruel. What if he gets hurt?

That's not good.

Wearing a mask, it must be really painful to have tears streaming down your face.

Ah, I am truly gentle.

Since the real reason cannot be stated, some plausible excuses must be found to cover it up.

Ning Feng felt he was becoming more and more proficient at this.

Moreover, he had absolutely no clue what to do, which was truly perplexing.

“Mr. 86, although we are both under the Watchers, you may have forgotten one thing: with my limited authority, I cannot know too much about the Inquisition.”

Ning Feng wasn't even a formal operator before; ordinary people don't have many privileges to obtain within the Watchers.

Because it's unsafe.

Unless a restriction is placed on the soul, the ordinary person's mind is open to certain beings.

All Ning Feng knew about the courthouse was its name and some unsavory rumors.

Mysterious and terrifying.

Even disregarding that, the mere act of understanding a great deal of information can have an impact.

"Now that you've extended an invitation to me, I'd like to know what I can gain?"

Even if it's a scammer recruiting people, they have to give them some benefits, right?

You need to build up a good impression before confessing your feelings. You didn't say anything and just invited me right away. Isn't that a bit too much?

All in all, one sentence.

What are the benefits?

The teasing smile faded, and Ning Feng looked seriously at Agent 86, who was wearing a crow mask, and said softly:

"At the same time, I'd like to know what I need to give up?"

That's right, it's more important to understand the costs you have to pay than to gain the benefits!

So, Gul'dan, what was the price?

Ning Feng doesn't know if there's such a thing as a free lunch, but those small ads on the wall offering huge sums of money for a child are definitely suspicious.

Instead of believing in free lunches, it's better to worry more about whether you'll become the free lunch yourself!

"........."

After watching for a while, Number 86 still felt a sense of unease, but he accepted Ning Feng's explanation.

That makes perfect sense.