The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Besides assigning tasks to others, is all that's left for them to do is shut themselves off and become reclusive?

xao/shuo/糝/琦/o/溜/糝/龄/溜/巴/尔

The purpose is so simple and direct that it's almost endearing...

OK!

Since you want to see, then I'll let you see my true colors.

Having made up his mind, Ning Feng raised his head, a smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, Xilin noticed that Ning's appearance hadn't changed, but her temperament had.

It wasn't the gentle yet aggressive face from before, but the demonic face that was full of aggression and evil when they met high in the sky.

It's not so much like removing a mask to reveal what's hidden underneath, but rather like stirring up some negligible emotion.

With his fingers interlaced, Ning Feng rested his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and spoke softly:

“Miss Shirin, dear branch manager, a truly venerable and legendary figure.”

Do you really think I told you all that just to gain your trust? Just because of your legendary status?

Am I really that shallow in your eyes?

She pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. Ning Feng's sudden change left her somewhat bewildered.

However, Ning Feng's current attitude made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It's like tearing apart a once intimate relationship, disregarding other feelings, and directly revealing everything behind it in a bloody and raw way.

"You realize that such a statement can be hurtful, right?"

"Your behavior is the same in my eyes."

Her tone was gentle, as if she were whispering sweet nothings to a lover, but the emotions contained in her words made Shirin feel uneasy.

In the end what happened?

"Furthermore, you think you can grant any request? Do you even know how many loopholes there are in this condition?"

Without needing to plan carefully, Ning Feng quickly came up with three ways to force Xilin to become his henchman, servant, or even slave.

At the same time, Ning Feng exuded undisguised malice, activating all the succubus bloodlines and triggering the Fallen Aura.

"You must understand that you are a woman, and a woman with exceptional beauty."

"There are many things that are very dangerous for you."

His gaze swept over Shirin's cheek, then slid down her face, past the not-so-high hill, and finally stopped at her flat stomach.

With his bloodshot eyes fixed on that spot for a moment, Ning Feng barely managed to suppress the urge to carve some designs there.

Seeing Xilin helplessly covering her private parts, Ning Feng got up and walked in front of her, startling Xilin.

Despite being just a fragile first-tier awakened being, he managed to scare a legend so much that Ning Feng's name will be etched in history.

The performance has achieved satisfactory results, and stopping here is the best choice.

Lift it high, then put it down gently.

This will both make Shirin realize her mistake and leave her with an impression of scrutiny.

This is the best choice.

But at this moment, Ning Feng was reluctant to stop.

The elf pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance; at this moment, Shirin showed no trace of her legendary aura.

In Ning Feng's eyes, she was just a tender and lovable lamb.

"In that case, let's do it like the story says..."

With a flippant gesture, Ning Feng gently lifted Xilin's chin, his head bowed, his face full of tenderness.

But there was no smile in his eyes, only a deep darkness.

"Heroes always receive the witch's kiss."

Looking at her pink lips, Ning Feng bent down slightly and spoke softly:

"Please give me a kiss."

Chapter Ninety-One: Ugh!

kiss?

Xilin stared blankly at Ning Feng's expression, her mind in utter turmoil.

What kind of kiss?

What is he saying? I can't understand him...

A strong sense of crisis approached, and Shirin tensed up, her body stiffening.

This wasn't a real life-threatening crisis, but rather a sense of crisis that made her both nervous and expectant.

This feeling has nothing to do with strength or status.

Before becoming a legend, before becoming an Awakened One, Shirin was first and foremost a woman.

A young elf of the right age.

Opposite her, closing in step by step, was a half-succubus.

A succubus who feeds on desire and manipulates people's hearts.

Perhaps she did have feelings for him, perhaps she felt guilty, or perhaps she was influenced by some unknown factor... Shirin did not come to her senses from this feeling.

She was still confused, wondering what had happened.

He seems angry... but why?

Did you feel insulted because of my attitude?

But I really didn't mean that, probably...

In fact, even Xilin herself wasn't entirely sure about this statement.

As a legendary figure who has long held a high position, Shirin already takes Ning Feng, an awakened individual who is only at the first level, very seriously.

Even if she knows in her heart that she shouldn't look down on the other person, and no matter how special she treats them, she will still unconsciously reveal that kind of contempt.

She had considered Ning Feng's idea, but didn't care too much about it.

Making decisions for someone without asking any questions, under the pretext of doing what's best for them.

Moreover, in order to make up for the other party's losses, Xilin took it upon herself to offer a compensation.

Don't ask so many questions, it's all for your own good, just listen to me, you won't go wrong.

Was Shirin's idea well-intentioned? There's no doubt about it.

However, good intentions don't always lead to good results; they can also lead to bad things.

Xilin had subconsciously come to believe that what she had done was not a big deal, and was even quite magnanimous about it.

She's just a homebody, not stupid; she wouldn't make such a promise to everyone.

But for Ning Feng, this was not a pleasant experience.

Shirin overlooked a crucial point: their relationship was not simply that of superior and subordinate.

If Yan Rulong had given Ning Feng such a choice, Ning Feng would have gladly accepted it and even given him a thumbs up.

Because there wasn't a deeper relationship between the two of them; even if there was some camaraderie or mentor-student bond, it wasn't the same in nature.

Shirin's actions would give him a feeling of being given charity.

Do you think I'm telling you all this because I want you to be my henchman? Or because I want your help?

Don't get it wrong!

Don't act like I'm trying to curry favor with you!

I'm just lusting after your body.

Therefore, Ning Feng was a little angry, and he wanted to teach this young lady who didn't quite understand interpersonal relationships a lesson.

A very important lesson that she will never forget.

With his head lowered even further, Ning Feng gradually approached the bewildered and confused Xilin, unhurriedly.

Making too much movement would frighten Shirin, and it would be bad to take her out of her current state.

Thump thump thump!

As the face drew closer, Shirin grew increasingly nervous.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

She hadn't felt this kind of brain overload in a long time.

This frantic thinking was repeated hundreds or thousands of times in a very short period of time, and then Shirin entered a new realm.

My mind went blank; all the previous thoughts and confusion vanished as if they were an illusion.

She suddenly realized that she had been thinking about what to do next, rather than about being offended and disgusted.

There was resistance and fear, but deep down I wasn't really resistant.

Xilin did have some affection for Ning Feng. Regardless of where this affection came from, after spending several time together, he had indeed entered her mind.

For elves, that's enough.

Whether they like it or are interested in it, it doesn't matter. They have plenty of time to figure out what they really mean.

Leave the rest to time.

So when Ning Feng approached again, Xilin's panic lessened considerably.

However, some disappointment is inevitable.

So, you're just a greedy man after all.