...Like her?
Who does he look like?
You're not talking about Ariana, are you?
No way!
"You're saying I look like Ariana? What are you talking about?"
Are you kidding me?!
Cecilia's reaction to Ning Feng's refusal to face reality was tinged with pity.
"Aren't you really aware of this?"
Pitiful.
Ning Feng raised an eyebrow, about to continue his rant, but the words caught in his throat.
How could... that be?
silence.
Ning Feng paused, his expression suddenly becoming quite interesting.
"……hiss."
After careful consideration, Ning Feng suddenly realized that what Cecilia said might not be entirely wrong.
Ning Feng should have been somewhat aware of the implications of receiving such an evaluation.
During the time Ariana fell into a deep sleep, Ning Feng's actions did indeed reflect her influence in some ways.
Rather than saying that Ning Feng liberated his depraved thoughts and began to do evil and dark things without pressure, it's more accurate to say that he did so.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that he was unconsciously imitating Ariana's way of thinking and handling things.
What should she do?
What expression should she make at this moment?
Leaving aside other things, just look at what happened when we were facing Sophie. Was there any better option than intimidating her to get away?
Of course there are.
Ning Feng could tell that Sophie was very interested in him.
Those seemingly insignificant movements, the constantly crossing legs, the ever-present, hidden gazes—Ning Feng understood what they meant.
hint?
No, that was practically an explicit statement.
The other person has a clear and strong interest in me, especially in in-depth communication in the relationship.
Ning Feng, in fact, has a great advantage in this respect.
The extent to which succubus bloodlines offer an advantage in such special battles can only be known through actual experience.
Ning Feng was confident that no matter what kind of weapon the opponent used to kill a thousand people, or what kind of legendary model it was, it wouldn't be a problem.
If one comes, I'll stab them to death; if two come, I'll whip them to death; if three come, I'll stab them to death. I'll make sure they never leave alive!
Even if it sounds harsh, this is indeed his strength and advantage.
If using a beautiful woman as a weapon works, why can't using a handsome man as a weapon?
It is definitely possible.
If Ning Feng were willing to sacrifice this wretched body and be flexible enough to completely sell his flesh, he could live a very good life.
To put it bluntly, finding a rich woman to eat with is really not difficult for him now.
Rich women's happiness balls, whips, candles, fire, knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks... none of these are a problem.
Let's come together!
Of course, all of this is predicated on Ning Fengzhen's willingness.
Fortunately, Ning Feng remains firmly unwilling.
"It's better to keep your own weapons in your own hands than to be whipped by others."
"Never mind what the whip or stick is made of."
Ning Feng appears kind on the surface, and this is not entirely a facade, but upon closer examination, one will find that Ning Feng's arrogance is second to none.
That is an arrogance etched deep in the soul, which can be suppressed but cannot be changed.
After discovering that Sophie harbored ill intentions towards him, Ning Feng felt a subtle anger.
After getting angry, he wanted to teach the other person a small lesson.
First, he repeatedly interrupted the other person's conversation, leaving their words stuck in an awkward, unfinished state.
Then, by using Ariana's power, he made her see an unbearable darkness, and then quickly escaped while she was filled with fear.
He showed off and then ran away, completing the whole process in one go.
To be fair, Sophie's actions were actually perfectly acceptable, and she did not intend to humiliate him.
Looking back now, Ning Feng's reaction was somewhat excessive.
Their every move was willful, reckless, and unreasonable.
Moreover, aside from the psychological trauma, no actual harm was caused.
While embracing evil, a sliver of leniency is still preserved.
It's just like Ariana...
Ning Feng: Hiss!!!
It’s over!
Standing there blankly, Ning Feng was overwhelmed with grief, his entire being radiating an intense sorrow.
This is a big problem.
Could it be that I...?
Has it really turned into Ariana's shape?
This isn't right!
How long has this scumbag woman known me, and she's already corrupted me so badly?
Am I already getting addicted to this?!
No, Ning Feng!
You have to hang in there!
Don't give in to bad women!
His expression kept changing, and after a long while, Ning Feng finally calmed down again.
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Ning Feng, immersed in this pain, did not care about the outside world's gaze.
Whether it was Cecilia's disdainful look, as if she were looking at an idiot, or... the hidden camera.
...
...
"Wait! They're coming out!"
Xilin, who was about to leave, suddenly called out, stopping Jiang Wan, who had a serious expression and looked like she was about to go out to seek revenge.
"Huh!? So fast?"
With a sudden stop, Jiang Wan turned around and, disregarding whether the two had clashed, pressed their cheeks together in front of the tablet.
"let me see!"
The two stood there, their expressions identical, both looking at Ning Feng with serious expressions.
Out of respect for other organizations, the meeting room requisitioned by the Silver Council was beyond Shirin's access, so she could only wait.
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