Be dragged into the room by the succubus

Being dragged forward by Xilin, Ning Feng didn't resist, and obediently walked side by side with her, turning his head to look at her profile.

The face was the same as before, no makeup was applied, but it made Ning Feng dare not recognize it.

Shireen looks different from before.

To be precise, it is the temperament exuding from the body.

Ning Feng has seen several other patterns of Xilin before, such as the cunning Doctor Lin, the crazy alchemist, and even the shy appearance of a little girl...

It's normal for everyone to have several masks they wear to deal with different people.

Not to mention that Shireen is a very beautiful woman, and in people's impression, this kind of woman is very good at acting.

He thought he knew enough about Shirene, but he hadn't thought that she would surprise him so much.

Today he saw Shireen in a new form—legendary.

That is the aura of legend.

Standing aloof, without words, every move brings a powerful aura.

But unexpectedly, Ning Feng didn't have emotions like fear and awe in his heart.

Maybe it was because Xilin restrained her breath in Ning Feng, or maybe it was because he knew her other faces, so he really couldn't get nervous.

Walking side by side, other things did not enter Ning Feng's sight, only Xilin's face was in his eyes.

Such concentration even reached the point where Shirene couldn't hold back.

Xilin's slightly embarrassed voice sounded in Ning Feng's heart, venting her dissatisfaction.

Oh, whisper?

I am good at this!

He wanted to reply, but Ning Feng didn't have the ability to transmit his voice out of thin air, so he whispered to himself:

"See... when you want to see me."

She turned her head as if inadvertently, glared at Ning Feng angrily, and then turned back quickly.

Seeing her thieves-like appearance, Ning Feng chuckled without restraining himself, and then looked away reluctantly.

The crow of the trial office who walked silently behind him, his feeling at this time was completely different from that of Ning Feng.

Ning Feng didn't feel the coercion on Xilin, but to Crow, that dazzling aura shone in front of his eyes without any concealment.

Legends, as the awakened ones detached from mortal things, their existence itself represents power.

Every legend has his own legendary aura, which is not only aura but also identity.

If it is not deliberately concealed, through these auras, they can be perceived and distinguished by other legends.

And at this moment, Xilin exposed the strength that he had been concealing to the crow.

This is a warning, or an attitude.

[He is mine, so don't make small moves. 】

Although he didn't know why the other party expressed it like this, but judging from the other party's speechless attitude, there was no doubt about it.

In terms of organizational structure, he doesn't need to be afraid of a legend who also belongs to the Overwatch Society, but the premise is that he doesn't challenge the dignity of this legend.

Any legend, regardless of the alignment of good and evil, they stand out from countless people, and should be respected.

Not even the Inquisition would come out on his behalf if he was hurt by offending a legend unrelated to the incident for no reason.

So, he had to lower his head and respectfully walk behind those two people.

It can't be called fear, but it feels a little heavy in my heart.

He can't be called a weak person, and he has seen many big scenes after joining the court.

It's not like he hasn't seen legends on weekdays, and he even followed a large army to destroy the lair of a legendary enemy.

However, he still feels nervous when he really has to face a legend with unknown origins alone.

I'm obviously just doing ordinary tasks, but I just came to ask an ordinary person, why did such a thing happen?

Before coming to Bincheng, he did a certain amount of investigation as usual, and when he investigated the information of the branch chief, he was blocked to a certain extent.

He did have some preparations in his heart, but he didn't expect that the other party was really a legend.

Moreover, this legend would openly express his position.

Not hostile, but definitely not that friendly.

To be honest, Crow is a little confused about the relationship between these two people.

Is there a relationship between leaders and subordinates?Like, but the subordinate's attitude is a bit frivolous and not calm.

A man is qualified to walk side by side with that legend. The two are like friends, but they don't seem to have that natural feeling.

Is it possible that the two of them are... couples?

As soon as this idea appeared, he was decisively cut off.

……impossible!

Impossible!

He must be thinking too much.

What kind of connection can there be between a legend and an awakened person whose data is only of the first order?

Judging from the attitudes of the two of them at this time, it seemed that they were closer than they thought.

Ning Feng also noticed the difference at this time. After entering the room this time, the layout of the space was very different from his previous impression.

Those modern machines disappeared, and the entrance to Shirene's boudoir could not be found, and the whole space changed.

The large room does not seem empty, it is filled with a large number of floating bookshelves full of classics, and there are bottles and jars and some traditional alchemy equipment on both sides.

This is not the room Shirin usually lives in, but a space dedicated to welcoming outsiders.

The classics represent the path of her knowledge pedigree, and the alchemy equipment proves her chosen profession, which is a bit revealing.

Such a specification is already a very high-standard welcoming ceremony for Legend.

Crow was flattered by the scene in front of him, and felt much better.

He really didn't expect that the other party would show such kindness after giving a blow.

Is this the same as hitting a stick and giving a jujube sweet?

However, he didn't consider one thing at all...

This is the ceremony, probably not for him.

Did Xilin really release Ning Feng's pigeons on purpose?

She did have this idea, but she didn't start to implement it.

The door was not opened just now, except for some minor problems, it was mainly because Ning Feng came a little early and she was not ready yet.

Originally, she planned to make Ning Feng wait a little longer, but this unexpected guest disrupted her plan.

Passing through the long corridor full of bookshelves, Shirene came to the small table in the center of the room and sat down.

It looked like a small round table that a noble lady would carry when she went out for afternoon tea, on which were placed delicate refreshments and two cups of green tea.

There were only two chairs beside the table, but Ning Feng did not sit in the seat prepared for him at this time, but picked up the teacup and stood behind Xilin.

He didn't go to sit, and the crow didn't dare to sit, so he could only stand not far away and look at the two people who confused him more and more.

What is the relationship between them?

Xilin wanted to turn her head and roll her eyes at Ning Feng, who was pretending to be a tiger behind her, but she was still trying to maintain her legendary personality at this time.

He could only pick up the teacup, took a sip and said:

"Okay, time is limited, explain your purpose."

Time is limited and the tea is getting cold.

Standing still, the crow first bowed to Shirene again, expressing his gratitude to him for this welcoming ceremony.

Then he put the hat back on, and his temperament returned to normal.

He spoke in the same calm narrative way before:

"I really have no ill intentions towards him, it's just a routine inquiry and I need his help to provide some information."

"As the last person to fight or even talk to that prisoner, we need him to help confirm a few things."

"We just need him to answer a few questions, nothing else."

Shirene lowered her head slowly and did not stop anything.

To be able to do this, she has already surpassed herself a bit.

Although I don't know why this crow is so polite this time, after being dismounted, he can still explain so much without anger...

But if it continues, it will really be considered a provocation to the court, which is not good.

After getting the permission, Crow turned his head and looked at Ning Feng, who was always smiling, and said:

"Please note that from now on, all your answers must be truthful and reliable."

Nodding his head, Ning Feng nodded slightly, showing a gesture of invitation.

"That's natural. Even if you don't say it, I will show it in the combat report. Please ask."

If Ning Feng was the only one, the conversation would naturally not be so friendly.

He will not take the initiative to explain these things, but will do business, take Ning Feng away like a real plague doctor, and then use some "gentle" methods to ask him.

"Why did you appear in that place? With your strength, you dare not appear there."

"I sent it."

Surprisingly looking at Shireen who just said this sentence and stopped explaining, the crow nodded slowly, without going into the details, and continued to ask:

"What is your relationship with that one?"

This time, not only the crow but also Shirene were curious about the answer.

The things there were blocked layer by layer, she only knew the end of the matter, not the process.

And Ning Feng, who was behind Xilin, smiled and said words that made her expression a little out of control.

"Us? It used to be the relationship between adoptive father and adopted son."

!!!

Xilin wanted to turn back, but the conversation between Crow and Ning Feng didn't stop, but sped up instead.

Staring closely at every detail of Ning Feng, Crow asked questions one after another:

"Then where is he now?"

"He is dead."

"How did you die?"

"Suicide may be because he realized something at the last moment. He chose to kill himself."

Speaking of this, Ning Feng smiled slightly annoyed, and then lightly pressed his hand on Xilin's shoulder, suppressing her urge to turn back.

Then, Ning Feng smiled apologetically at the crow, and said:

"Sorry, the last question, I lied subconsciously."

"He did die, but it wasn't suicide."

Smiling, he said:

"He's dead, I moved my hand."