"Okay, okay, stop laughing like that, it looks weird."
Shaking her head with some disdain, Xilin patted Ning Feng on the back, turned her head away from Ning Feng's awkward smile, and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed where she had just been shot, crossing her legs.
Shaking her long legs clad in black stockings, Shirin felt a mix of emotions—both annoyed and amused.
A woman's heart is very complex.
On the one hand, she wasn't really that concerned about Ning Feng's slight lapse in composure; in fact, she was even a little smug.
Look! I'm still pretty good, aren't I? I've managed to bewitch this young man without him even realizing it.
On the other hand, she genuinely didn't care.
Life has different dimensions; she has experienced too much time and has seen too many people.
The idea that beautiful women are good at deceiving people is just prejudice.
Does being ugly mean you can't lie? It's just that most people are more willing to believe what people with good looks say.
On the contrary, an honest and simple appearance can become a natural disguise, and to some extent, it may be easier to lower one's guard.
Regardless of gender, age, or appearance, everyone wears a mask, and few people open their hearts to outsiders.
There are many hypocrites everywhere, or rather, there are very few truly honest people.
Xilin is seen by others as the witch of the top floor, a mysterious Dr. Lin whose true nature is unknown, and no one knows her secret.
Ning Feng also had this. Although he was composed and calm when dealing with himself, the depth in his eyes still revealed his true feelings.
It doesn't matter. Shirin doesn't care how he plans to hide his emotions, and she doesn't care about his thoughts.
But at this moment, Ning Feng revealed his true self.
He bowed slightly, a hint of apology and slight embarrassment on his face, and looked at himself with a questioning gaze, seeking forgiveness.
He seemed to say nothing, yet he seemed to say everything.
This made Shirin, who had never seen anything like this before, a little flustered, and after flustering, she became a little angry.
What are you doing?
I'm not going to eat you, why are you so nervous?
I only fired a few shots at you, am I not gentle enough?
However, Shirin's status as a powerful figure prevented her from losing her composure over such a small matter, so she magnanimously pretended not to care.
As for Ning Feng, the reason is even simpler.
He wasn't so infatuated with Dr. Lin that he lost himself...
It was simply that they chickened out.
He acted cowardly very naturally and quite readily.
I have no choice but to back down.
If you found yourself almost pressing the button to launch a nuclear weapon, you would panic just as much as he did.
"Where were we? Oh right, the improvement of the demon lineage is quite rapid, if you find the right method..."
As Dr. Lin began his serious explanation after a light cough, Ning Feng calmed down and stood attentively listening.
The lineage of demons.
Ning Feng didn't actually know much about the genealogy he belonged to.
In his mind, demons belonged to the unshakeable evil camp of extraordinary beings, and they were diverse in variety with great individual differences.
There are demons like succubi who operate on the fringes but still possess some spellcasting abilities, and there are also baleons that are purely born for battle.
Moreover, due to the evil nature of the cause, most of the awakened individuals who initially awakened their demonic bloodline suffered persecution to varying degrees.
This also leads to them being mostly withdrawn and eccentric, becoming dangerous individuals in the eyes of others.
Although such prejudices have decreased significantly over the years, they will never disappear in some dark corners.
"In short, as long as you try to accept the information in your bloodline, then... um?"
After a long silence, Xilin turned her head and saw Ning Feng's serious and thoughtful expression. She stopped and gently patted Ning Feng's shoulder.
"Don't overthink it. Bloodlines are not something we can decide."
Her tone was calm, and Shireen's smile conveyed relaxation and a sense of acceptance of the past.
"No matter what path you take, you are still yourself, and your bloodline will not change you."
In a daze, at that moment, Ning Feng seemed to sense a little bit of genuine sincerity hidden deep in Dr. Lin's heart.
Then, Xilin's tone changed, and she gently poked Ning Feng's side with her slender fingers, smiling as she said:
"Besides, the bloodline of a succubus sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"
Ning Feng: Huh? Are you there? Why are you poking my kidney?
"Don't play dumb. Isn't being pursued by women the dream of most men? Now, you'll soon find out."
One question is, how should those who have awakened the succubus bloodline receive the information within their bloodline?
Are you tempting others to fall into depravity? Or are you becoming a player yourself?
Not to mention, Ning Feng is a male succubus bloodline awakener who has never been recorded before, this situation...
It's really interesting to think about!
"However, you still need to take care of your health. Don't overwork your back, or you'll regret it when you get older! I've seen too many people like that, hahaha."
Youth is blissful ignorance; old age brings tears.
That's one of the advantages of living a long time: you get to see all sorts of things.
Although Ning Feng really wanted to complain about why Awakened Ones were afraid of getting their kidneys tired, he still nodded slowly without refuting it.
You think you're all that because you have the biggest fist? You think you're so great? You can say whatever you want to anyone.
"Also, if you play too fancy, one of the kids will be sad!"
With a playful smile, Shirin also remembered the two little ones who depended on each other for survival.
Why bring up Jiang Wan at this time?
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