The roar of a wild beast.
The scent of the wilderness.
The perception of killing.
"call……"
After stepping out of the car first, Ning Feng took a deep breath discreetly, exhaling his senses from his lungs.
After advancing to the next level, these perceptions of external information seemed to be deeply rooted in his soul, existing in Ning Feng's body like instinct.
Just as he doesn't consciously breathe or pay attention to his nose, Ning Feng has an almost instinctive perception of the outside world.
The demonic lineage's power lies in its insight into human nature and emotions, while the angelic lineage's power lies in its perception of external forces.
These two extremely conflicting forces are surprisingly compatible in some special ways.
"However, I don't have a premonition of death."
There is no sense of crisis.
Although the scene that was about to unfold was enormous, as Ning Feng had not anticipated, he was completely unaware of any premonition of death.
From any perspective, Ning Feng did not feel threatened.
"Well, I was worried for a moment. What if we encountered a big scene right from the start? It's better this way."
He has no connection with Xilin, has sufficient security, and can fight or retreat at will.
As the only son of the Yin family and the son-in-law of the Jia Silin family, Anthony must have plenty of ways to protect himself.
The only one Ning Feng needed to worry about was Andrew, who was the weakest in terms of raw strength among the four.
Let's see what he can learn from this trial; hopefully, he won't disappoint himself too much.
Ning Feng would truly feel regret if someone willing to take such an irrational risk for their friends were to die.
("Are you worried about him?")
Standing beside Ning Feng, Xilin gently nudged him with her shoulder and joked in the link:
("It's rare to see you so worried about a man's safety.")
Ning Feng rolled his eyes, then shook his head with a wry smile:
("Don't make me sound like some kind of weirdo who only cares about women's safety, okay? I also care about other people normally, and...")
Glancing at Andrew behind him out of the corner of his eye, Ning Feng calmly said:
("I don't have many friends, but he can be considered one.")
I have quite a few casual friends I can talk to, but I don't really have many close friends.
("Then it seems I'll have to take good care of him.")
We can't let him die so easily.
("No need to pay special attention, just be normal.")
Ning Feng withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, and calmly said:
("If it comes to the point where he has to sacrifice himself, then abandon him when it comes to your safety... because you are more important.")
Calm, even to the point of being somewhat indifferent.
Just a moment ago, Ning Feng was expressing his gratitude that Andrew was one of his few friends, but the next moment he uttered cruel words.
("Of course, that's only in extreme cases. Otherwise, we'll help if we can.")
She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, Ning Feng continued:
("But if it really comes down to making a decision, Shirin, remember what I'm saying now. Don't feel any guilt. This is all my decision.")
If this is considered the sin of abandoning a friend, then I, who made the decision, should bear the burden.
Anyway, I already have so much to bear.
Even if you add the resentment of your friends, it shouldn't be a big deal.
Isn't that right?
("Even, just like we agreed at the beginning... if it really comes to the most dangerous moment, even I will have to give up.")
("No matter how hopeless the situation may seem, I will survive, I promise you.")
Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at the bespectacled child behind Xilin's mask, his eyes crinkling into a genuine smile:
("Don't worry, I wouldn't bear to abandon you all.")
She gritted her teeth and didn't argue. She just lowered her head and remained silent.
The two stood side by side, but the distance between them seemed quite far.
"So how exactly should we cooperate?"
Anthony, who had somehow changed into a full suit of armor that looked rather extravagant and dazzling, and was not wearing a helmet, stepped out of the carriage. His voice broke the awkwardness between the two.
"Even if it's about cooperation, to be frank, I actually have almost no experience working with others."
Anthony, who was the last to emerge from the carriage, seemed to have already adjusted his mindset. He showed no trace of his earlier humiliation and had returned to his arrogant demeanor in public.
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Anthony first squinted at the approaching dust and smoke at the edge of his vision, then looked at Mephisto's back.
"Mephisto? I think he's... a bewitching devil?"
Although Anthony's behavior was definitely that of a dissolute playboy, and he did not have a good reputation among the nobility.
But one thing no one can deny is that he was never one of those spoiled brats that every noble family has, who only need to live a life of idleness and complacency.
Considering Anthony's age, his family background, and his overall personal strength, he is actually ranked ahead of many people!
No one ever called him a piece of trash.
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