The world doesn't need succubus to save

The roar of the beast.

The breath of the wild.

The perception of killing.

"call……"

After walking out of the car door first, Ning Feng took a deep breath secretly, exhaling the perception from his lungs.

After advanced, these perceptions of external information seem to be deeply rooted in the soul, and exist in Ning Feng's body like instinct.

Just like not deliberately breathing and noticing his nose, Ning Feng has an almost instinctive perception of the outside world.

The power of the demon lineage has insight into the human heart and emotions, and the angel lineage has the perception of external forces.

These two extreme conflicting forces are indeed surprisingly good in some special compatibility.

"It's just that there is no premonition of death."

There is no sense of crisis.

Although the scene he was about to encounter was huge, it was not beyond Ning Feng's expectations. He could not understand the foretelling of death at all.

No matter from any angle, Ning Feng did not feel threatened.

"Well, it made me worry a little bit. What if there is a big scene at the beginning? That's fine."

I have nothing to do with Xilin, I have enough security, I can fight or retreat, and I can come and go freely.

As the only son of the Eli family and the son-in-law of the Jia Silin family, Anthony must have the means to save his life.

The only thing Ning Feng needs to worry about is Andrew, who is the weakest among the four.

It depends on what can be seen from this trial, and I hope he will not let himself be too disappointed.

Ning Feng would really feel sorry if such a person who was willing to take such an irrational risk for his friends died.

("Worried about him?")
Standing beside Ning Feng, Xilin gently pushed Ning Feng with her shoulder, and joked in the link:
("It's rare that you worry so much about a man's safety.")
Rolling his eyelids, Ning Feng smiled wryly and shook his head:

("Don't make me sound like the kind of pervert who only cares about women's safety? I also care about other people normally, and...")
Looking at Andrew behind him from the corner of his eye, Ning Feng said calmly:
(“I don’t have many friends, but he’s one.”)
There are quite a few ordinary friends who can talk to each other, but they really get along well, but there are really not many.

(“Then it looks like I’m going to take good care of him.”)
You can't let him die easily.

("No need to specialize, just normal.")
Withdrawing his gaze, Ning Feng looked straight ahead and said calmly:

("If it is a last resort and he has to sacrifice, when compared with your safety, just give up on him... because you are more important.")
Calm, even to the point of a little indifference.

Obviously, he was still feeling that Andrew was one of his few friends in the last second, but Ning Feng uttered cruel words in the next moment.

("Of course, that's just an extreme case. Anything else can help.")
Biting her lips, Xilin wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Ning Feng continued:

(“But if it’s really time to make a choice, Shireen, remember what I’m saying now, don’t bear any burden in your heart, all this is my decision.”)…

If this is the sin of abandoning a friend, then I'm the one who made the decision to bear it.

Anyway, I already have so much to bear.

Even if you add the resentment from your friends, it shouldn't be a big deal.

No?
("Even, it's the same as what we said at the beginning... If it really comes to the most dangerous time, even I will give up.")
(“No matter how hopeless the situation of death may seem, I will survive, I promise you.”)
Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at Xilin's pupils behind the mask, his pupils were bent, revealing a sincere smile:

("Don't worry, I can't bear to leave you guys.")
Gritting her teeth hard, Shirene did not argue in the end, but just silently lowered her head and remained silent.

The two stood side by side, but the distance seemed a little far away.

"Then how should we cooperate?"

At some point, he changed into a full-body armor that looked too gorgeous and dazzling, and Anthony, who was not wearing a helmet, stepped out of the carriage, and his voice broke the sense of discord between the two.

"Even if you want to cooperate, but with all due respect, I have basically no experience of partnering with others."

Anthony, who came out of the carriage at the latest, seemed to have adjusted his mentality. He could not see the embarrassing look just now, and turned into the arrogant look in front of people again.

First, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the smoke and dust that was approaching at the end of his vision in the distance, then Anthony looked at Mephisto's back.

"Mephisto? Remember it seems to be... a demagogue?"

Although Anthony's behavior can definitely be called a prodigal son, his reputation among nobles is not high.

But what no one can deny is that he has never been the kind of dandy that every family of the great aristocrats has.

In terms of Anthony's age, coupled with his pedigree, and his overall personal strength, he can actually be ranked ahead of many people!
No one ever said he was trash.

Moreover, this world has been cruel and realistic from the very beginning, and one must make corresponding efforts to gain power.

Miracle and magic are never free.

Being able to achieve the fourth level of strength on the spiritual pedigree, Anthony is definitely not a good-for-nothing.

It can even be said that Anthony himself has a certain level of ability to win the hearts of so many women.

He also received the most standard and strict education of high-ranking aristocrats, a product born under that kind of morbid control, and he also has a deep understanding of literary readings.

"I always feel like I've seen him somewhere..."

Golden eyes and white hair are one of the most prominent characteristics of the angel lineage. In my impression, Anthony has never been in contact with such a person.

But for some reason, Anthony always has an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, especially when he sees the opponent's back.

Anthony frowned as he continued to think. There was a piercing pain in his mind, and he vaguely saw some images.

hiss!
"What happened? What did I forget? When?"

Although it was only for a moment, Anthony seemed to see the dark sky, the rain of blood falling all over the sky, and... the tall figure floating in the sky.

Just when Anthony was about to hammer his mind hard, Andrew, who had been smiling and silent before, suddenly walked to the front.

Taking out two special weapons from his waist, he said easily:

"If you don't have any ideas, I have a suggestion here."