The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

There are things you shouldn't say too much about. It's better to give the other person space to think and let the words you said before slowly brew in silence.

They will either perish in silence or erupt in silence.

Ning Feng was absolutely confident that he would not let this faint affection burn out.

As for how much fire will erupt, we'll have to wait for further developments.

After taking the hospital gown prepared by Xilin's studio and putting it on, Ning Feng blinked and suddenly thought of something.

"...Speaking of which, why do I know so much about this?"

Such a smooth and effortless operation, making choices almost without a second thought, and even uttering those cheesy words without batting an eye...

Something must be wrong.

I'm clearly an innocent, shy boy who's never held a girl's hand more than a few times!

How did it turn out like this?

Oh!

A sudden inspiration struck Ning Feng, and he grasped the beginning of his transformation—

Begin by becoming an Awakened One.

Okay, the case is solved.

It must be because of the succubus bloodline!

It's all its fault for constantly influencing me, making my way of thinking so strange without me even realizing it.

This is such a terrible sin!

Ariana: ?

("Not again? You should look for the reason within yourself!")

Ignoring the black cat's complaints, Ning Feng, dressed neatly, walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the lady who was enjoying tea.

While Ning Feng went to change his clothes, Xilin finally regained her composure through various means and transformed back into the mature witch she once was.

With her legs crossed, she sat at the table in the center of the room, sipping her tea gently, her gaze distant and serene.

Ning Feng sat down opposite her without hesitation, making no attempt to hide his admiration for Xilin's beauty, and took a sip of the fragrant tea.

!!!

With a slight upward brow, a surge of life energy, imbued with a rich natural aura, flowed down his throat and into his body, rapidly spreading throughout.

Ning Feng discovered that his injuries had actually healed somewhat with the help of this sip of tea!

("The 'Elf Tea,' nurtured by the elves using their own primal energy and crafted by hand, is not something just anyone is qualified to drink~")

("Only distinguished guests, close friends, and most important family members are entitled to taste it.")

("By the way, I don't need to remind you how precious the tea made by the legendary elves is, do I?")

("So, which one do you think you are?")

After thinking for a moment, Ning Feng revealed a slightly self-deprecating smile.

"Right now, she's just a guest who barged into the room and is giving her a headache."

("So, which one do you want to be?")

The smiling black cat curled up in the shadow at Ning Feng's feet, waiting expectantly for his answer.

His wish, or rather... ambition, awaited him.

Without answering, Ning Feng silently took another sip, savoring the power and preciousness within.

He did not reveal his ambitions.

What is said in words is just that—saying in words; it doesn't count.

People are used to keeping their true thoughts to themselves and not telling outsiders.

Only when it is done can it be considered real.

As she finished her tea and gently set the cup down, Shirin, who had been lost in thought, spoke at the same time:

"You have made many contributions regarding this incident."

After careful consideration, Shirin realized that Ning Feng had done far too much, including many inexplicably damaged altars, which were most likely also Ning Feng's doing.

These achievements combined might even earn Ning Feng a First-Class Watcher Medal!

"You are a true hero, but you can't tell everyone what you did, because that would be very dangerous for your safety."

"Therefore, you will be forced to lose some of the honors you deserve."

When a hero who has achieved such great things is only at the first rank, and also possesses many secrets that cannot be made public...

Then this honor will become a merciless death warrant.

Listening quietly, Ning Feng's expression remained unchanged, showing no surprise at Xilin's choice.

Rather, even if she hadn't mentioned it, Ning Feng had originally planned to make some friendly deals with Yan Rulong and had voluntarily requested to keep some of it hidden.

However, now that there is a young and beautiful branch manager in front of them, who would care about the old and faded Yan, the tool?

However, what Xilin said next changed Ning Feng's gaze towards her.

"But I will personally make up for the part that you didn't get."

she says:

"I will grant you one wish that doesn't cross any lines."

Chapter 90 Then Please Give Me a Kiss

Even though he had a guess in his mind, Ning Feng still felt his breath catch in his throat the moment Xilin said it.

"Are you... serious?"

This is not a promise made casually by some nobody; it is a promise from a legend.

A master alchemist, a legendary figure in the lineage of knowledge, and a promise from a branch leader of the Watchers.

Ning Feng had no doubt about the value of this promise.

Moreover, this bottom line is very flexible. As long as it doesn't cross Shirin's bottom line, there are really a lot of things that can be done!

However, after the initial shock, Ning Feng gradually frowned.

This matter...

"No matter what the conditions are, as long as they don't exceed my bottom line, I will meet them."

The atmosphere grew quiet, the already silent space becoming so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Xilin looked directly at Ning Feng's furrowed brows and calmly said:

Do you doubt my promise?

No, that's not what I meant!

Ning Feng frowned even more, sensing that Xi Lin's way of thinking was somewhat different from his own.

Having misunderstood him again, Shirin said softly:

"Don't worry, I always do what I say I will do."

As she finished speaking, a yellowed piece of paper appeared out of thin air in the space.

Characters flashed rapidly on it, displaying every word of Shirin's promise.

("Oh ho~ Interesting, interesting!")

Ariana whistled the moment she saw the paper, paused in surprise for a second, and then burst into laughter:

("I'm reminding you, you need to take this seriously from now on!")

Ning Feng stood there, stunned, watching Xilin gently prick her fingertip and press her handprint on his name.

"Alright, the contract is complete. Once you've thought it through, bring this to me and I'll grant your wish."

With a gentle wave, Xilin placed the contract engraved with her promise into Ning Feng's palm.

Looking at the contract in his palm, Ning Feng could easily sense the true meaning contained within it from the fluctuations emanating from it.

Guided by soul and blood, the agreement will not be broken until it is fulfilled.

For Ning Feng, it was an unparalleled life-saving charm. Having it in his hands was like having several extra lives!

but.

Ning Feng frowned, showing a moment of anger as he stared into Xilin's eyes.

Observing the true feelings hidden within.

"what……"

After staring at each other for a while, Ning Feng shook his head and sighed heavily.

"This is really a headache."

Rubbing his temples, Ning Feng's anger disappeared, replaced by a helpless expression that he didn't know where to begin.

Looking at Xilin's tense expression, Ning Feng asked softly:

"Do you really not know what this means?"

"No, you know you're giving me the choice..."

With an undeniable air of authority, they presented Ning Feng with an irresistible temptation.

She wanted to see what choice this man would make at this moment.

Is it greed? Or is it staying true to oneself?

But...

"This is really...too young."

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Ning Feng found it amusing that this elven sister, who was so naive and somewhat silly when it came to interpersonal relationships, was so innocent.

Tell me the truth, how exactly did you become a legend?