Chapter 147: Do Me A Little Favor (Please Follow Up)
"He won't give up so easily!"
In the dim room, Legend, who was wearing a hood to hide his face, banged on the table angrily.
boom!
"damn it!"
"How dare you play tricks on me!?"
The wooden table with ornately carved patterns was slightly dented, and the furniture, which could be called a work of art, fell into scrap.
"You are really rude. If others see you like this, it will make them take the legend lightly."
Opposite him, there was a mirror broken into several pieces, one of the fragments lit up.
A pattern that looked like a bat but more ferocious appeared, and a joking voice sounded from the mirror:
"Well, do I need to remind you thoughtfully?"
"It's not that others are playing tricks on you, it's that you tried to play tricks on others, but they fooled you."
"You'd better not confuse the concepts. The difference between the two points is not small..."
Bang!
"shut up!"
The wooden table was hit hard again, and this time it was really not far from being scrapped.
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, hahaha..."
Satisfied laughter came out, and the man with the bat pattern was in an extremely comfortable mood. He laughed for a long time before continuing:
"Speaking of which, this really doesn't look like you. Why are you so rude?"
"Could it be that you were staring at that sword before? That's not true. Don't you know what your level is?"
"Stop lying to yourself, okay?"
The words he spoke seemed to be concerned, but the sarcasm and joking in his voice were not concealed at all.
"snort!"
With an angry grunt, he finally stopped hitting his desk and restrained his anger.
There is no reason to explain, and the mysterious legend can no longer see any gaffes.
"You don't need to intervene at this point. If you have this time, you might as well think about what to do next."
"You are so happy. Could it be that you are very optimistic about the sword holder?"
laugh.
There was a sneer from the other side, and the bat responded immediately:
"Yeah, I really like him."
"The angel bathed in blood is both beautiful and bloody, which fits my aesthetic perfectly."
"Could it be that there is a better combination than this!?"
An intoxicated voice came out, and one could imagine the intoxicated expression on the other person's face when he said this.
Somewhat chilling.
There is a perversion!
His cheek twitched, and the hooded legend snorted coldly and said:
"Since you like him so much, we don't need to discuss it anymore, just share your resources with him."
On the opposite side of the screen, the bat opponent shook the wine glass in his hand and froze for a moment, but quickly replied:
"One code is another code, these are two different things."
"Moreover, it's really amazing. I have to admit that your ability to shirk responsibility is much stronger than your ability to get things done."
He made a sarcastic remark, but he stopped provoking any more.
Everyone can talk the talk, but when it comes to real interests, no one talks anymore.
Ah.
All mute?
"Okay, that's it for you two."
An old voice came out, and the old man's voice was filled with a strong sense of death, as cold as if he was about to be buried.
"Go ahead."
"We still have a lot of things to decide."
"We must be prepared for his next mission and his subsequent counterattack."
"I have a plan regarding this, and I hope everyone can do me a little favor."
No one raised a voice to object. This was the purpose of the call.
Watching a few people fight is a trivial matter, but the next step is the serious matter.
Although there are arguments, these people all have the same understanding of one thing.
That means the sword wielder will never stop there.
He has made such a battle and has successfully stepped onto this stage.
As a legend, with his pride and the character he has shown, it is impossible for him to just remain silent.
Being both legends, they understand it very well.
In a way, these legends are right.
If the sword holder is truly a legend.
…
…
Ning Feng's figure appeared on the top floor of Bincheng Watch Club, looking up to the sky.
The stars are shining brightly.
The quiet night sky is deep and empty. While people feel peaceful, they also feel powerless because they are aware of their own insignificance.
"Phew, it's not enough."
In fact, Ning Feng knew that what Aige said was actually very reasonable.
His own strength is still not enough, so he can only struggle among the legends with some skills that are not on the stage.
If you really face them, you won't be able to resist much at all.
Your own strength is the most important.
"Where did you run to before?"
A gentle yet somewhat complaining voice suddenly sounded from behind, causing Ning Feng to retract his raised gaze.
Someone noticed Ning Feng's return, and didn't even have time to hold back from walking from the room, and teleported directly over!
"I just...oh?"
A figure came close to him and gently hugged Ning Feng's waist from behind, making Ning Feng's eyes widen in surprise.
"Huh? Have you consumed your magic power again?"
Moving her hand away from Ning Feng's chest, Shilin sniffed it subconsciously and noticed a faint smell.
It's not the scent of a woman, but the faint smell of alcohol.
liquor?
"Huh? Have you been drinking?"
Shilin was a little surprised. During this period of time together, Ning Feng never mentioned drinking.
He even made it clear that he had no interest in alcohol.
"Well, I was forced to drink a glass of low-quality ale by a legend."
Ning Feng turned around, held Xilin tightly in his arms, and said with a smile:
"He also said that he would help you with some small favors in the future."
Hahaha.
It was okay for Xilin to hug Ning Feng from behind, but she still resisted being hugged from the front and hid nervously.
Hearing this, Xilin did not feel that Ning Feng was telling the truth. She only felt that the legend in his mouth was herself, and said with a smile:
"Nonsense, I won't let you mix with bad ale."
I'll drink all the spiritual tea I saved for you, okay?
Although I say that I am not very humble, it is very precious.
"Oh? In other words, are you willing to do me a small favor?"
Ning Feng's smiling voice made Xilin's body stiffen, and she noticed something was wrong.
"Uh, I, I didn't say I wanted to help you with anything."
"No, you didn't refuse. In many cases, not refusing is consent."
What a strong statement!
Shirin felt a little funny. She raised her head and was about to complain, but her whole body froze in place.
Her lips were taken away again.
"Well……"
His body felt a little stiff, and he subconsciously wanted to push Ning Feng away, but he hugged him tightly and melted into his arms.
With the second-level bloodline and the second-level spirit, Ning Feng could not say completely suppress Xilin in terms of strength, but could at least be on par with her.
But now, Shireen obviously won't try her best to break free, and can only soften down after her resistance fails.
Boom.
After gently hammering Ning Feng's back, she gave up resistance completely resigned to her fate.
Just kiss, it won’t be once or twice anyway.
And just when she closed her eyes, she suddenly found that the other party had left her...
"……Why?"
what you do?
Opening her eyes, she saw a pair of deep eyes with a smile.
"I want to ask you a small favor. Can you... give me a kiss?"
The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and their breathing can be heard clearly.
Shilin rolled her eyes at him, lightly stepped on Ning Feng's toes, and muttered:
"……Hate."
"At this time, don't ask questions knowingly."
Shilin frowned slightly, her face flushed, and she slowly closed her eyes.