After walking out of the car door first, Ning Feng took a deep breath secretly and exhaled the feeling from his lungs.
After advancing, these perceptions of external information seem to be deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, existing in Ning Feng's body like instinct.
Just like he doesn't deliberately breathe or pay attention to his nose, Ning Feng has an almost instinctive perception of the outside world.
The power of the demonic lineage has insight into people's hearts and emotions, and the angelic lineage has the ability to perceive external forces.
These two extremely conflicting forces are indeed surprisingly good in some special compatibility.
"It's just that I don't have any premonition of death."
There is no sense of crisis.
Although the scene he was about to encounter was huge, it was not beyond Ning Feng's expectations. He could not understand the prediction of death at all.
No matter from what angle, Ning Feng did not feel threatened.
"Well, it made me worry a little bit. What if we encounter a big scene from the beginning? That's fine."
He has nothing to do with Shireen. He has sufficient security, can fight and retreat, and can come and go as he pleases.
As the only son of the Eli family and the son-in-law of the Jacelyn family, Anthony must have no shortage of life-saving means.
The only person Ning Feng needs to worry about is Andrew, who has the weakest physical strength among the four.
Let's see what can be seen from this trial. I hope he won't let himself be too disappointed.
Ning Feng would really feel regretful if such a person was willing to take such irrational risks for the sake of his friends.
("Worried about him?")
Standing next to Ning Feng, Xilin gently pushed Ning Feng with her shoulder and joked in the link:
("It's really rare that you would be so worried about a man's safety.")
Ning Feng rolled his eyelids, smiled bitterly and shook his head:
("Don't make me sound like the kind of pervert who only cares about women's safety, okay? I also care about other people normally, and...")
Looking at Andrew behind him with his peripheral vision, Ning Feng said calmly:
("I don't have many friends, but he can be considered one.")
There are a lot of ordinary friends with whom I can talk, but there are really not many with whom I can really get along well.
("It seems that I have to take good care of him.")
But we can't let him die easily.
("No need to pay special attention to it, just be normal.")
Withdrawing his gaze, Ning Feng looked straight ahead and said calmly:
("If it is absolutely necessary and he has to sacrifice, when compared with your safety, just give up on him... because you are more important.")
Calm, even to the point of being a little indifferent.
Obviously one second he was lamenting that Andrew was one of his few friends, but Ning Feng said cruel words the next moment.
("Of course, that's just an extreme case. If you can, please help.")
Biting her lip, Xilin wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Ning Feng continued:
("But if the time comes when you really have to make a choice, Shirin, remember what I'm saying now, and you don't have to bear any burden on your heart. It's all my decision.")
If this is considered a sin of abandoning a friend, then I should be the one who made the decision.
Anyway, I already have so much to bear.
Even if you add in the resentment of your friends, it should be nothing.
Isn't it?
("Even, as we agreed at the beginning...if it really comes to the most dangerous time, even I will give up.")
("No matter how desperate the death situation seems, I will definitely survive, I promise you.")
() Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at Xilin's eyes behind the mask. His eyes curled up, revealing a sincere smile:
("Don't worry, I can't bear to leave you behind.")
After gritting her teeth, Shirin did not argue in the end, but just lowered her head and remained silent.
The two stood side by side, but the distance seemed a bit far away.
"Then how should we cooperate?"
At some point, Anthony put on a full-body armor that looked a little too gorgeous and dazzling, and walked out of the carriage without a helmet. His voice broke the sense of discord between the two of them.
"Even though I say I need to cooperate, with all due respect, I actually have basically no experience of partnering with others."
Anthony, who was the last to come out of the carriage, seemed to have adjusted his mentality. He did not look at the embarrassing look just now, and turned back to the arrogant look in front of others.
First, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the approaching smoke at the end of his field of vision. Then he looked at Mephisto's back.
"Mephisto? I remember that he seemed to be...a devil who deceives people's hearts?"
Although Anthony's behavior can definitely be called a prodigal, his reputation among the nobles is not high.
But one thing that no one can deny is that he has never been one of the few good-for-nothing good-for-nothing families in the great aristocracy who just want to live their lives and wait to die.
Considering Anthony's age, coupled with his pedigree, and his overall personal strength, he can actually be ranked ahead of many people!
No one ever said he was trash.
Moreover, this world has been cruel and realistic from the beginning. If you want to gain strength, you must make corresponding efforts.
Miracles and magic are never free.
Being able to achieve the fourth level of strength on the spiritual spectrum, Anthony is definitely not a loser who is dawdling around.
It can even be said that Anthony himself has a certain level of ability to win the hearts of so many ladies.
He also received the most standard and strict education from high-ranking nobles. He was a product born under that kind of pathological control. He also had a deep understanding of literary readings.
"I always feel like I've seen him somewhere..."
Golden eyes and white hair are one of the most prominent features of the angel pedigree. In my impression, Anthony has never been in contact with such a person.
But for some reason, Anthony always has an inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart, especially when he sees the other person's back.
Anthony frowned as he continued to think. There was a sharp pain in his mind, and he vaguely saw some image.
hiss!
"What happened? What did I forget? When was it?"
Although it was only for a moment, Anthony seemed to see the dark sky, the rain of blood falling all over the sky, and... the tall figure floating in the sky.
Just when Anthony wanted to hammer his mind hard, Andrew, who had been smiling and silent before, suddenly came to the front.
He took out two special weapons from his waist and said easily:
"If you don't have any ideas, I have a suggestion."