What are you afraid of?
As if earnestly awaiting a response, Ning Feng, his fingertips supporting the succubus's chin, lowered his head and softly asked:
"Is it death? Or the fear of not completing the mission? Or something else..."
With a hint of confusion, Ning Feng tilted his head and asked with a smile:
Are you afraid of me?
Well! !
Ugh! Cough cough...
Provoked by Ning Feng's questioning words, the succubus, who looked like she was about to die, suddenly raised her head, stared at Ning Feng, and a few drops of blood rose from her throat.
At this moment, she lived up to her reputation as a demon, her appearance extremely grotesque.
Blood and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes as he glared at the lowly mortals, wishing he could tear them apart.
Ning Feng was not intimidated by the other party's appearance. He grabbed the succubus's chin with his other hand and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
He even nodded understandingly and exclaimed:
"Indeed, why would you be afraid of a mere mortal?"
Ning Feng drew closer to those eerie purple eyes, staring directly into the complex emotions hidden within.
In just two days, he met two succubi, but nothing noteworthy happened.
He neither conquered the succubus in bed nor was he conquered by her, nor did he use righteous rhetoric to make her realize her mistakes and clear her name.
These alluring and seductive supernatural creatures filled him with disgust.
Whether killing ordinary people to extract their organs to build altars, or turning them into animalistic sacrificial offerings that only knew how to mate, these succubi felt no remorse or compassion whatsoever.
He laughed mockingly, admiring his masterpiece from the sidelines, clapping and cheering.
Ning Feng tried to understand why the other party had not treated ordinary people equally because of racial differences... but he failed.
Understanding is one thing, but when tragedy strikes, he cannot accept it.
Therefore, without any pretense or pretense, Ning Feng chose the most direct solution.
fighting.
As for conversation, it's not too late to ask when the other party is on their deathbed.
Yes, just like now.
"I have a question for you... What is your purpose?"
What exactly are these succubi up to in Bincheng? And to which being do their altars point?
Ning Feng believed that these altars had been built recently; otherwise, given the Watchers' control, it would have been impossible for them not to have been discovered.
The discoveries made over the past two days left Ning Feng with a slight unease, as if some conspiracy was lurking beneath the surface.
“If you cooperate, I won’t make empty promises like ‘letting you go.’ That’s impossible, as you can guess.”
"But I can guarantee that you will die without any pain, after all, I personally have no interest in torturing prisoners."
Faced with Ning Feng's earnest request, the succubus did not answer, but only looked back at him with a mocking gaze.
Everything is understood without words.
With her throat pierced, the succubus was indeed able to speak and answer, even though the flesh was slowly healing.
But she knew that the man in front of her would not give her a chance to bewitch him.
Because he exudes the aura of his kind.
An aura of demonic corruption.
And the devil is untrustworthy.
Sensing the other party's sarcasm and distrust, Ning Feng tilted his head and chuckled:
"Don't worry, I'm different from you. I would never deceive a dying woman."
As for other times, that's another story.
Can something as handsome as a guy be called deception?
Those were all white lies.
Pooh!
With his expression unchanged, Ning Feng tilted his head to dodge the blood spray from the succubus, watching it fall to the ground and rise into white smoke.
The blood of demons is poisonous; to ordinary people, it feels like molten lava oozing with toxins.
"Miss, your oral hygiene doesn't seem to be very good. Would you like me to recommend some mouthwash?"
Seeing the smugness in the other person's eyes, Ning Feng knew he probably wouldn't get any more information out of them.
When Ning Feng first learned about that tragic history and only read about it in words, he didn't have this feeling.
He also wondered why the Awakened didn't try to find a win-win way to coexist with extraordinary beings.
Although it was exhilarating, while humanity was able to protect itself at that time, declaring war on all the divine messengers was by no means a wise move.
Were our ancestors blinded by hatred and anger? Were they so determined to make the messengers of the gods pay the price? To make them repay a debt with a tooth, with blood?
No.
Some of them must have tried to end the battle without sacrificing themselves.
The outcome is unknown, but in the end, they failed.
Having abandoned their illusions, they turned their weapons against the former divine messenger.
Now, looking at the succubus who, even at this moment, had not let go of her so-called pride, Ning Feng finally realized the reason.
"So that's how it is..."
"You are a high and mighty divine messenger, born to toy with the pitiful fate of mortals."
Regardless of whether the supernatural beings have changed, the way those divine messengers, who are fanatical believers in the gods, have always acted has never changed.
Even though she was only a first-tier succubus, even though she was about to die at the hands of a mortal.
This succubus is still a messenger of the gods, and her soul still belongs to the god she worships.
“You are indeed afraid of death, but you just don’t want to die at the hands of a mortal.”
"You are indeed remorseful, but not for everything you have done. You are only remorseful for being ambushed by me, a mere mortal."
Ning Feng looked down on the succubus, and she looked down on him just as much.
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