The world doesn't need succubus to save

In the dark night, they met.

The ground is a field of pure white flowers, while the sky is a dark night sky without stars.

One white and one black, people can't tell where is the sky and where is the ground.

But in Ning Feng's eyes, perhaps the sky under his feet is the sky.

Because of those golden eyes.

That pair of molten gold is like a singularity in the white sky.

In the dream, Ning Feng seemed to see the scorching sun hanging high above the sky.

He knew what kind of person would have such eyes.

Angel.

The creation of the gods, the apostles of the sky who guard and fight for them.

Apart from the halo and white wings that are most familiar to outsiders, what impresses Ning Feng the most is their golden eyes.

Thinking about it this way, he has seen many angels.

Awakened angels of the angel lineage, ordinary angels, legendary angels, and even fallen angels and sacrificial archangels of the saints.

Also belonging to angels, Jiang Wan is still too young and weak, her eyes don't have the temperament of a strong person.

But towards degeneration, Li Tiandu's eyes have long lost their former brilliance, sinking into the abyss.

Among all the angels, only the sacrificial archangel had such a majestic and powerful aura at the moment when he finally chose to kill himself.

Bright as the sun.

Among all the angels, he only knew one who could display such a temperament.

cecilia.

The mysterious angel who had an inexplicable affection for him.

From being almost hostile at the beginning but not making a move, she gradually changed her opinion of herself, and finally she would take the initiative to help and provide strength.

Such a change did not happen overnight, but gradually changed in the few times the two got along.

She was trying to see some kind of shadow from him, and he was slowly changing her.

With words, with deeds, with every glance...they are changing each other.

Ning Feng couldn't tell exactly which day and which time it was, but at a certain moment he suddenly let go of his guard.

She can be trusted.

He chose to believe her.

For Cecilia, this time may be earlier.

Since when did she realize that the person in front of her would not become the person she had seen before?

As a natural divine creature, she couldn't remember the head of the angels who were destined to command the angels from birth.

But suddenly one day, she understood.

He is just him and no one else.

Therefore, in Cecilia's eyes, Ning Feng is just Ning Feng, and there is no other shadow.

Maybe one day he will choose to go that way by himself, but that choice should be decided by himself, not through his own catalysis.

If it's just like this, then she has made the same choice as that woman...

Although he didn't like the feeling of making the same choice as the devil, the angel finally chose to compromise.

Not bowing to her, just for him.

However, after the compromise, there might still be dissatisfaction in her heart.

Obviously we made the same choice, but why don't you want to believe me more, but choose to listen to her?

Talk to her, play around, gag...

why it's not me?

Am I not doing well enough?

Cecilia was confused.

Unlike Ariana, she had little contact with humans, even in the distant past.

Even some people who can be called "heroes", "sons of gods", and "chosen ones" are no different in front of her.

She always sees the head bowed towards her.

Bow down and kneel before her...

Either because of respect, or because of fear, she didn't know the specific reason, but she never cared.

But of all, only one figure made a deep impression on her.

A frail mortal who would shatter at the slightest pinch.

However, opposite to his fragile body is his extremely powerful spirit.

will.

Condensed into a terrifying will, like a blade, enough to cut towards the long river of fate.

Is he mortal?
Perhaps, it is no longer.

But in his own perception, in the eyes of all those who followed him, he never changed.

An existence that will not bow to anyone.

That person himself is not just his body, but a living sign, a sign that human beings will never fall.

At that time, out of curiosity about where he could go in the end, she didn't care about his rebelliousness, but continued on the road of chasing the devil without stopping.

But no matter how similar they are, like inheriting the same title, Ning Feng is not that person.

Just like what Ning Feng said, he is just him, not anyone else.

……

……

The dream was still going on, Ning Feng stared blankly at the white wolf in front of him, but didn't say anything.

He trusted his intuition that the white wolf that appeared at the end of the road was indeed Cecilia.

but why?
Why does she appear in my dream?And still in the posture of a white wolf?
But does such a thing really matter?
No, it doesn't really matter.

The fact that she appeared in the dream itself was enough.

rustle……

Walking forward slowly, the white wolf did not run away, but still calmly looked at Ning Feng who was approaching.

"turn out to be……"

It is not a demon who likes to play with dreams that pulls me into my dreams.

Walking forward and knelt down on one knee, Ning Feng gently hugged the white wolf's head, rubbed it lightly, and said with a low smile:

"It is you."

But an angel who is not good at words.

In his laughter, the dream of the world changed.

It is different from the scene where the dream was broken directly when it was broken many times.

The surrounding flower fields dissipated and turned into spots of light that floated upwards, illuminating the surrounding night.

At this point, the world of dreams dissolves.

The young man hugged the white wolf lightly...

No, it's not like that.

What exists in the dream world is something even better.

The young man covered in scars is holding the angel who is naked but has no scars on his body.

"Thank you for wanting to bear this for me."

After hesitating for a while, Ning Feng finally kissed her on the cheek.

Holding the angel's body in his arms, he whispered softly in her ear:

"Still, let me take it all on my own."

Ning Feng didn't get an answer because...

wake up.

……

……

Woke up from the dream, opened his eyes, Ning Feng wanted to say something:
"Stop..."

"Stuff what?"

"S... eh?"

But the names in the words were not complete, and the rest of the words got stuck in Ning Feng's throat.

Because, on both sides of the big bed, there were two pairs of beautiful eyes staring at him.

not moving at all.

Dangerous!
Waking up from a dream, but can I go back to sleep?