The world doesn't need succubus to save

"What could it be?"

Ning Feng walked in the eyes of insight. Although he kept walking, he did not give up thinking.

After talking with the stargazer, Ning Feng learned about more responsibilities and pressure on him.

After realizing what kind of expectations he felt, Ning Feng felt the pressure.

But he wasn't overwhelmed by the pressure.

Rather, on the contrary, after talking with the stargazer, Ning Feng looked away.

Since worrying is useless, then don't worry.

Swing!
It's over.

there's always a solution to any problem.

But Ning Feng is not completely put off, he will not make no effort.

It's done, but not completely broken.

Rather, he didn't disrupt his plan, but just planned to continue step by step.

What to do.

It's time for Karan, who became the new Balrog Queen, to lead the dead hunt to collect the blood of the devil, and let them continue.

When it's time to go home and report to Jiang Wan and Xilin that they are safe, they should report safe.

anxious?
It's useless to be anxious.

If being anxious is useful, then what else to think about?
There is stillness in every event.

Perhaps this stillness has no obvious effect, but at least nothing can go wrong.

Finally, Ning Feng stopped in front of a bookshelf.

The book cover is made of the fur of some kind of animal, but it shines with the light of the stars.

No title, no label, it seems to be a notebook that can be found everywhere.

Without thinking, Ning Feng raised his hand and opened it.

Blank pages?
No, that looks blank, but it contains a lot of information.

That is inexhaustible knowledge!
Ning Feng was subconsciously intoxicated by the vast amount of knowledge.

But just when Ning Feng was about to continue looking down, he heard footsteps behind him, and an old but gentle voice:
"I can't continue watching."

"The content after that is not what you can bear today... Oh? Can you actually hold on?"

The clairvoyant who woke up looked at Ning Feng's calm expression with some novelty.

After watching it for so long, he didn't even have a nosebleed. It seems that this time's successor is even more talented than himself?

"You are not yet a qualified clairvoyant, you still have a long way to go, in the future..."

But before the clairvoyant continued, Ning Feng blinked and raised his hand to interrupt:

"Ah, Your Excellency the Insightr, you may have misunderstood something. I am not your successor."

Please don't give me any more identity buffs, it's already enough.

Um? ?

"Huh? Then if you're not a new clairvoyant..."

An inexplicable light flashed in the old man's eyes, he stared deeply at Ning Feng, and his gentle voice became a little deeper.

他 说:

"So... it's you."

Ok?
The clairvoyant seems to have lost interest suddenly, although it will not become cold all of a sudden, but it is indeed not as friendly as before.

"You, uh... the new one?"

The new prophet?

Ning Feng was relieved that he didn't get the warm treatment he had imagined.

If every legendary big man treated him like a stargazer, he would be a little at a loss, and such a flat attitude was just right.

Nodding and saying:
"Well, she said I was the new one."

After pondering for a while, the clairvoyant thought for a while, and then said to himself:
"Well, it seems that I have slept for a long time, is it time again?"

After finishing speaking, he looked Ning Feng up and down, and asked:

"You came to see me, what's the matter?"

After thinking about it, Ning Feng looked at the clairvoyant who had already woken up and thought about it, but he really didn't have anything to say.

The two are not familiar with each other, and Ning Feng doesn't even know what abilities he has, and this visit is only the "first" meeting on the surface.

Seeing Ning Feng's confusion, the clairvoyant nodded and said softly:
"If you have nothing to do, then leave."

Shaking his head slightly at Ning Feng who wanted to say something, he regained his kindness and said gently:

"Leave, this is not a place for you to stay for a long time, you will gradually lose the emotion you originally had."

"Come on, child."

Looking at Ning Feng kindly, the clairvoyant patted his shoulder lightly, and then Ning Feng, who was about to answer, disappeared from the clairvoyant eyes.

After sending Ning Feng away, the insightful's kind expression changed back to the decadent look of just waking up.

"Ah~ so sleepy!"

Scratching his head, the pale-haired seer walked back with a sigh.

"It's too much! Why don't you find me a new successor to replace me, and always let those puppet presidents with vain names come to see me?"

Mumbling, the old man stretched vigorously, and turned his body flexibly with movements that did not match his age and appearance.

Kaka.

"Ah~ After sleeping, I feel much more comfortable."

"But my dream was ruined by a stinky boy again, why does it disturb my sleep every time...Huh?"

While twisting his body, the clairvoyant's expression paused, and his whole body stopped suddenly.

click!
There was a crisp sound, but the old man really didn't care about the painful groans in his old body, his pupils were shaking violently!
Because, in his eyes, the god who has been ignored by everyone is slowly changing its posture.

It was standing up from its kneeling position, gradually returning to its usual appearance.

!!!

"What were you kneeling down for just now..."

An unconscious voice leaked from his mouth, and the clairvoyant already had the answer before asking the question.

It's him.

It, the object of kneeling just now, is him!

that young man! ! ?
That young man, if he wasn't the new clairvoyant, wouldn't he be a candidate for the new "President of the Overwatch Society"?

But neither of those identities would have allowed it to make such a move.

Who is he then! ?
"Could it be that……"

The clairvoyant felt his scalp go numb, and lost his composure in disbelief:

"Could it really be him?"

Thinking back to that face just now, and the back in that long memory, he whispered:
"Is he coming back?"

……

……

After being sent out by the clairvoyant, Ning Feng thought for a while but didn't go back to argue with him. Anyway, the result was to wake him up.

No longer dawdling, Ning Feng, who was eager to return home, rushed back home.

"I'm back... eh?"

When Ning Feng walked into the house, he imagined many situations.

Jiang Wan and Xi Lin may wait anxiously at the door, or they may sulk at his adventure and ignore him.

Regardless, it was a reunion that centered on him.

but!

He never expected that what happened would be the scene before him.

"Oh, you're back...wait! Don't rush, let me think about it!"

"Okay~ I'm not in a hurry, you think about it slowly, Ning Feng, sit down first, and wait until I win this [-]-game winning streak."

"Don't talk! I haven't lost yet!"

"Hmm, okay."

Watching Jiang Wan and Xi Lin face off seriously in front of the chessboard, Ning Feng blinked repeatedly.

He is thinking about a crucial question:

This home...

Is my existence a bit redundant?