The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

On the other side of the screen, Batman, waving his wine glass, paused for a moment, but quickly replied:

“These are two separate things.”

"Moreover, it's truly admirable; I have to admit, your ability to shirk responsibility is far superior to your ability to get things done."

He made a sarcastic remark, but then stopped his provocations.

Anyone can talk the talk, but when it comes to real interests, nobody says a word.

Oh.

Are they all mute?

"Alright, that's enough for you two."

An aged voice rang out, carrying a heavy sense of death, as chilling as if the old man were about to be buried.

"Let's continue."

"We still have many things to decide."

"We need to be prepared for his next mission and his subsequent counterattack."

"I have a plan regarding this, and I hope everyone can do me a small favor."

No one objected; that was the purpose of their gathering to make the call.

Watching a few people argue is a minor matter; what's next is the real issue.

Despite the debate, these people share the same understanding of one thing.

That is, the swordsman will never stop there.

He has made such a grand display that he has successfully taken his place on this stage.

As a legend, given his pride and the character he has displayed, it is impossible for him to simply fade into obscurity.

As legends themselves, they understood this perfectly.

In some ways, these legends are right.

If the swordsman is truly a legend.

……

……

Ning Feng appeared on the top floor of the Bincheng Watch Society building, looking up at the sky.

A constellation of stars.

The tranquil night sky is deep and empty, which makes people feel peaceful but also powerless because they realize their own insignificance.

"Phew, that's still not enough."

In fact, Ning Feng knew that what Aiger said made a lot of sense.

His own strength is still insufficient, and he can only struggle in the legendary realm using some low-level techniques.

If you were really facing them, you wouldn't be able to put up much resistance.

One's own strength is the most important thing.

Where did you go before?

A gentle voice, tinged with a hint of complaint, suddenly sounded from behind, causing Ning Feng to withdraw his raised gaze.

Someone noticed Ning Feng's return and couldn't even wait to walk out of the room before teleporting over!

"I just... oh?"

A figure pressed against him, gently wrapping his arms around Ning Feng's waist from behind, causing Ning Feng to open his eyes wide in surprise.

"Hmm? You've used up your magic power again?"

Removing her hand from Ning Feng's chest, Xilin subconsciously sniffed lightly and detected a faint scent.

It wasn't the fragrance of any woman, but rather a faint smell of alcohol.

liqueur?

"Hmm? You've been drinking?"

Xilin found it strange that Ning Feng had never mentioned drinking during their time together.

He has even explicitly stated that he has no interest in alcohol.

"Yes, I was forced by a legend to drink a glass of inferior ale."

Ning Feng turned around, hugged Xilin tightly, and said with a smile:

He also said he would help you with some small favors later.

Ha ha ha.

Xilin was fine hugging Ning Feng from behind, but she was a little resistant when he hugged her from the front and nervously tried to back away.

Upon hearing this, Xilin didn't think Ning Feng was telling the truth; she only felt that the legend he was referring to was herself, and laughed:

"Nonsense, I would never let you drink cheap beer."

The tea I'm giving you is the spiritual tea I've saved up, okay?

Although I may not be being modest, it's actually very precious.

"Oh? So you're saying you'd like to do me a small favor?"

Ning Feng's slightly amused voice made Xilin stiffen; she sensed something was wrong.

"Uh, I, I didn't say I wanted to help you with anything."

"No, you didn't refuse, and often not refusing is equivalent to agreeing."

What kind of sophistry is that?!

Xilin found it somewhat amusing, and just as she looked up to complain, she froze on the spot.

Her lips were taken away once again.

"Well……"

Her body felt a little stiff, and she subconsciously wanted to push Ning Feng away, but he held her tightly and pulled her into his arms.

With his second-tier bloodline and second-tier spirit, Ning Feng could at least match Xi Lin in terms of power, if not completely suppress her.

Now, Shirin obviously won't try her best to break free, and in the end, she can only soften after her resistance proves ineffective.

winter.

She gently punched Ning Feng on the back, and he completely resigned himself to his fate and gave up resisting.

Let them kiss, it's not like it's happened once or twice.

But just as she closed her eyes, she suddenly realized that the other person had left her...

"……Why?"

what you do?

She opened her eyes and saw a pair of deep eyes that were smiling.

"I'd like to ask you for a small favor. Could you... give me a kiss?"

The two drew closer and closer, their breathing becoming clearly audible.

She gave him a disdainful look, then lightly tapped Ning Feng's toe with her foot, muttering:

"……Hate."

"At this time, don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

With a slight frown and a blush on her face, Shirin slowly closed her eyes.

"Well……"

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Chapter 148 Margaret's Condition (Please subscribe, comment, and vote!)

"Speaking of which, you should be aware of her current situation, right?"

The two had already come down from the rooftop and returned to their room.

While stepping on Ning Feng's toes, Xilin straightened the wrinkles on her clothes.

You bastard!

If I hadn't come to my senses at the last moment, all my embarrassing moments would have been exposed.

Ning Feng, on the other hand, pretended not to notice her subtle actions and acted as if he knew nothing about what she was doing.

Ah, women.

Ning Feng twitched his fingers slightly, silently savoring the sensation of the touch, and chuckled to himself.

If I hadn't softened and stopped in the end, do you think you would still be whole now?

young people!

Uh, old lady... cough!

Having gained an advantage, Ning Feng didn't feign innocence; instead, he looked intently at Margaret lying on the bed.

Her face was rosy, and her chest rose and fell slightly, making her look as if she were asleep.

Judging from his current appearance, he is even healthier than he was before Ning Feng left.

After examining him for a while, Ning Feng's expression changed.

Although it looked no different from before, he could clearly feel the difference.