Chapter Thirty-Three: The Other Side That Has Never Been Seen
Not mentioning the news about the succubus, Ning Feng subconsciously followed Yan Rulong's majesty in his heart for many years.
He gave Ning Feng the feeling that he was a bit like the grade director who would appear behind the classroom door...
Can't afford to offend.
Yan Rulong was silent and did not speak along the way. At first, Ning Feng wanted to let him speak first but did not say anything, but later he became completely silent.
After just observing Yan Rulong's information, Ning Feng got an answer he didn't expect.
Yan Rulong, who is known as "the most tough guy in Bincheng of the Watch Club", is actually not an awakened person!
Although he has many basic abilities, especially many special abilities in close combat, his strength is really just that of an ordinary person.
He is not the veteran who retired after being disabled on the frontal battlefield as rumored, nor is he some god-of-war soldier who hides his identity and returns to the city.
Yan Rulong just stayed at his position as an ordinary person for decades and trained thousands of watchman training instructors.
That's right, if he was also awesome, the role would be a bit repetitive.
There can only be one sweeping monk, and a certain witch who doesn't look too serious has already taken the role first.
Except for Dr. Lin's incorrect gender and a lot of hair, his strength and age are consistent.
By the way, like the sweeping monk, she is single.
Looking at it this way, they are exactly the same! (Great reading)
The two entered the elevator. Yan Rulong swiped his card and pressed a button that Ning Feng had never seen before.
The sign is an open door.
The elevator did not go up to the top floor, nor did it go deep below. It just trembled slightly and then returned to calm.
laugh.
The elevator opened slowly, but the world outside the door was no longer the corridor Ning Feng was familiar with before.
No longer a modern building, what comes into view is a corridor full of magical classical atmosphere, making Ning Feng feel like he has stepped from a technological society into a magical world.
The corridor is not long, only a hundred meters from front to back, and the gorgeous decoration is covered with various strange patterns.
Following Yan Rulong as he walked in the corridor, Ning Feng observed the surrounding environment.
There are no windows around, so it's impossible to determine its location. The design does not show the characteristics of various schools of art today, but has an ancient charm.
Ancient art, and it is very likely that it is a remnant of the era three hundred years ago.
The patterns on those pillars caught Ning Feng's attention even more.
Ning Feng had never been involved in this part of knowledge, but he naturally understood the meaning given above the first time he saw it.
[Guard], [Secret], [Strong], [Resist]...
There are many types and huge numbers, and generations of awakened people have left their own traces on it.
At the same time, there are also subtle differences between some textures with the same function, and it seems that optimization and improvement have been continuously made over a long period of time.
Ning Feng was silent. He discovered one thing. Even after living here for so many years, he seemed to have never really understood this place.
The short corridor seemed to take an extremely long time as the two of them walked slowly.
Finally, when he was approaching the end of the corridor, Yan Rulong spoke for the first time after being silent for so long, with a low but gentle voice:
"Ning Feng."
Somewhat unexpectedly, Ning Feng felt that he had not heard Yan Rulong speak in such a tone for a long time.
The last time was when Ning Feng and Yan Rulong met for the first time at the old man's funeral.
At that time, he extended an olive branch to Ning Feng and Jiang Wan, who had lost everything again, inviting them to join the Watch Club.
Ning Feng paused unconsciously. Not knowing what serious topic he was going to talk about with this attitude, Ning Feng hesitated and said:
"...Instructor Yan?"
However, Yan Rulong did not stop and walked forward slowly until he stopped in front of the huge wooden door.
He raised his head, his eyes moving slowly along the lines on the door, but his pupils were a little out of focus, as if he was lost in memories.
"It's been almost... ten years since we first met. I've watched you two grow up."
"Both of you are not worry-free children. Although Jiang Wan has some problems, they are all shown on the outside, while you seem to be honest but keep everything in your heart."
"In a way, she was looking for help from the outside world, and you chose to self-destruct."
Ning Feng did not open his mouth to refute, because most of what Yan Rulong said was right. He was indeed a bit autistic and self-destructive in the past.
If Jiang Wan hadn't put some of his emotions in him, he might have realized the truth long ago, stopped eating or drinking, and then just burped.
In the past, Ning Feng had a character that would not make a fuss even if he was self-destructive. He was the kind of person who would choose a quiet afternoon and leave quietly.
With relief in his words, Yan Rulong sighed:
"Now, although that feeling is still a little bit there, I can feel the change in you, and at least you have expectations for the future."
That is inevitable. After the neutralization, Ning Feng's character is much stronger than before.
I don’t know exactly how cheerful he has become, but just in terms of talking nonsense, he is absolutely confident that he can open the eyes of those who know him.
It’s a brand new version you’ve never seen before!
As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower. Yan Rulong's memories seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and his voice became hoarse:
"Your adoptive father, Professor Li, is my senior and has given me a lot of help when I was young."
The adoptive father in Yan Rulong's mouth was the old man who later adopted Ning Feng and the others. Although he never asked them to call him that, everyone acquiesced in this matter.
Although Ning Feng and Jiang Wan didn't say anything, they agreed with this matter in their hearts and never corrected others.
"I still can't accept that he would pass away at that time. He was obviously so outstanding. Even if something like that happened, he shouldn't have passed away at that time, unless it was..."
The voice stopped here, and Yan Rulong suddenly calmed down and did not continue talking.
Ning Feng had never seen him look like this before. In his impression, Instructor Yan was always serious and rational, and he had never lost his composure like this.
"He actually left me a letter. None of it was about himself. It was all about arranging things for the two of you. He has great expectations for you."
"But what I want to say is..."
Fingers slightly moved under his eyes to hide the vulnerability. Yan Rulong turned around and looked intently at Ning Feng, who had a complicated look on his face:
"Our expectations for you should not become shackles and constraints on you."
"Awakened ones are not omnipotent. You are both powerful and fragile. You will also be subject to birth, aging, illness and death. You will also feel fear and shrinkage when faced with the threat of death. This is all normal."
He stepped forward, patted Ning Feng's shoulder, and said softly in a deep voice:
"Since you have all chosen this path, this is the shelter I can provide you. You will have to walk the rest of the way on your own."