The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

With a faint smile, Ning Feng uttered words that were somewhat cruel to himself:

"You are looking at me, but the person you are looking at is not me."

"Perhaps it's the past, perhaps it's the future? It doesn't matter."

Who am I in your eyes?

Ning Feng shrugged, showing no dissatisfaction with Cecilia's actions.

They don't know each other well, and they don't have any special relationship, so let her think whatever she wants.

But now, some things need to be brought to the forefront.

Do you need me?

His tone changed, the nonchalant feeling disappeared, and Ning Feng's voice became calm and even.

"Or, to achieve your goal, in whatever form, do you need my help?"

silence.

Cecilia did not answer, because she knew that the moment Ning Feng asked the question, he already had the answer.

She needs it.

Ning Feng nodded knowingly at her silent reply and took a step forward.

“Ariana also has her own unspoken motives, and I know that.”

Everything has a reason, and everything needs a reasonable explanation.

There is no such thing as love without a reason, nor is there love without a reason.

"But you must understand that no matter whether you see the future me or the past me, the only me standing in front of you is the present me."

"At least, in Ariana's eyes, she sees me as I am now."

Ning Feng walked up to Cecilia and waved gently.

As the darkness dissipated, the fear that had gripped Cecilia's heart vanished instantly.

The moment her fear vanished, Cecilia, exhausted, lost her balance and collapsed to the ground.

The two figures appeared in the pure white space of Ning Feng's dream, and Cecilia saw Ning Feng's expression at this moment.

Without any confusion, his eyes no longer held the evil and madness, only calm.

他 说:

"I don't care what you want to get from me."

"But you have your rules, and I have mine. Let's respect each other."

"As for the rest, I will find the answers myself; I don't need you to tell me."

Seriously, he sought the right to engage in equal dialogue.

Perhaps Ning Feng didn't have the ability to match him, but he still spoke earnestly:

"can you accept?"

"If you accept it... then let it all vanish from this moment on, no matter who I am or who I am not."

"I don't care who you think I am, or who you look at."

Looking into Cecilia's eyes, he said earnestly:

"But you must remember, there is only one in front of you."

"I am Ning Feng, and I am only Ning Feng."

As for the others, I'll talk about them after I find out.

Ning Feng extended his palm to the angel who had collapsed to the ground.

I am who I am, I neither remain in the past nor exist in the future.

Just live in the present.

Cecilia looked up blankly at Ning Feng's outstretched hand, and many, many images came to mind.

It turns out I was the one who was wrong...

Doesn't this mean nothing has changed?

"........."

She neither nodded nor shook her head, and walked with difficulty toward Ning Feng.

Like a newborn fawn, its legs trembled incessantly, and the fragrant sweat on its body had not yet dried.

But Cecilia's eyes told Ning Feng that she was not as weak as she appeared; her golden eyes were full of determination.

As she gradually adapted to her mortal body, she did not choose to break free from this constraint, but instead grasped Ning Feng's hand.

With a slight squeeze, Cecilia, looking somewhat haggard, revealed a faint smile that made Ning Feng's eyes flicker.

Staring into Ning Feng's eyes, Cecilia said the same words as last time:

"It's been a long time..."

"My lord."

My Lord, a confusing title.

This time, however, Ning Feng did not feel embarrassed and calmly accepted the title.

He looked back into Cecilia's eyes and gave a gentle smile.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Maybe it's been a really long time, so long that I've forgotten who I am.

Upon hearing this answer, Cecilia finally made her decision.

Without further hesitation, she did what she should have done long ago.

Taking a step forward, Cecilia detached herself from her mortal body, revealing an angelic form shimmering with golden light.

She extended a finger, gathering a golden light that dimmed the entire space, and gently touched Ning Feng's brow.

……

……

"Um……"

Margaret, lying on the bed, twitched her brow slightly, moved her body gently, and then slowly opened her eyes.

I stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling, which seemed strangely familiar.

"here it is?"

Consciousness gradually returned; this was the ward of the Bincheng Watch Society...

!!!

She sat up abruptly, her eyes widening as she stared blankly at her wrist.

There were no shackles, and no scars...

wake up.

---Aside---

I'm so sleepy... This volume is finally almost finished. Ending a volume is such a torment.

help...

Chapter 160 The Dream Ends (Please subscribe! Please comment! Please vote!)

With her head bowed, Margaret stared blankly at her wrist, repeatedly checking the marks on it.

There were no wounds or marks.

There was only one red mark left from being accidentally pressed while sleeping...

"sleep?"

Was I... asleep before?

Margaret's eyes flickered, and she gradually came to understand her current state.

As if from another world, some distant memories slowly surfaced in her mind, and she remembered what she had done before.

"I went to find Jiang Wan, and then we met with Dr. Lin together, and finally..."

In the last part of the memory, it seems that Dr. Lin injected himself with some kind of medicine, saying that it would give him new ideas.

"Was I dreaming before?"

Were those all dreams?

"I always feel like I did something incredible in my dreams."

What was it again?

"It seems like she was hung up? And there's a man who keeps appearing..."

...Is it some kind of erotic dream that can't pass censorship?

But it always felt very intense, and there seemed to be something strange about it.

card.

The door lock clicked softly; the people outside the ward seemed very careful, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

The door was pushed open silently, and a small head peeked in, meeting Margaret's gaze.

"Ok?"

Holding a hot towel, Chu Yu blinked, smiled happily, and walked in naturally.

"Captain, you woke up pretty early this time!"

Much earlier than last time.