Be dragged into the room by the succubus

Everyone has dreams.

Although there are no absolutes and there are people who have never had a dream in their entire lives, but Ning Fengde's words should generally be correct.

After all, the phrase "nothing is absolute" itself is an absolute sentiment.

For Ning Feng, dreaming used to be a very magical thing.

There is no logic in the dream, and it can develop freely.

For him, the disorderly unfolding in the dream can provide him with the satisfaction of smiling knowingly when he wakes up from the dream.

Unlike some people who feel tired and painful, Ning Feng used to like to dream.

That allows him to relax the tense god, so that he won't be completely broken.

As for why it is "once", this is very intriguing.

"Tell me why?

Waking up in an absurd dream, Ning Feng looked at the cat next to him who was probably the instigator, and sighed)

Waking up in a familiar cabin, Ning Feng lay on the sofa covered with fur, and lifted the quilt covering his body.

Seeing the black cat lying under the quilt, curled up in a ball on his chest, sucking all of it, Feng blinked.

He didn't complain, but reached out and stroked the black cat's hair after sighing.

You bad woman can make people sleep peacefully.

Good or bad.

After being touched by Ning Feng, the black cat's gentle breathing changed, and then slowly opened its eyes.

A youthful face was reflected in the scarlet-like pupils, and then he yawned loudly and shook his head.

"Don't shake so there's cat hair all over the place."

But strangely, facing Ning Feng's complaints this time, the black cat didn't show the same smug smile as Yi.

"Meow?"

The black cat was really like an ordinary black cat, it meowed lightly, and let out a lazy cry because it was stroked.

"Meow what meow, talk? Don't pretend to be a kitten with me at this time, I'm not angry."

Ning Feng really wasn't disturbed from dreaming, he was just a little tired and wanted to sleep thoroughly.

"Let me have a good dream, please? I'm tired and want to sleep."

It took a strange look at Ning Feng who kept blinking at him but didn't move and continued to massage, as if he had lost interest, he got up and walked away lightly with catwalks.

Ok? ? ?

"Why are you running? I haven't finished talking yet..."

It was good that Ning Feng didn't open his mouth, but the black cat ran faster when he opened his mouth, and went out of the room with a puff of smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

Leaving Ning Feng alone, he raised his hand and stared blankly at the direction where the cat disappeared.

"Again? What are you doing?"

What are you doing, woman?

Hard to catch?

Why did you start doing this all of a sudden?

Why, do you think I'm a man of one set?

……I am still.

Standing up from the sofa, Ning Feng yawned and stretched vigorously.

Ok!Ah... hmm?

clack clack...

Hearing the clicking sound coming from his body, Ning Feng raised his head somewhat unexpectedly.

Oh?

In this dream, I don't seem to be consistent with reality.

The body seems to be a little old?

Without the powerful feeling in his body, he seemed to be back to the state of an ordinary person, and he didn't exercise much.

This feeling is even weaker than in the venue of the Star Chaser Competition.

"It's so fragile, this body."

It feels like it will snap off as long as you apply a little force.

and……

Raising his hand, Ning Feng stroked his back, which felt a little strange, and he felt the rough texture.

"........."

With a frown, Ning Feng touched it again to confirm it repeatedly.

It is a scar.

And if Ning Feng's feeling is correct, his entire back is covered with dense scars.

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The old scars are not completely healed, and the new scars will be superimposed again. Only in this way can a special wound be created.

Rolling up the sleeves, just as Ning Feng thought, under the long sleeves are also criss-crossing hideous scars.

"Strange?"

Feeling it up and down, Ning Feng's body has scars except for his face, neck, and hands that can be exposed to the outside.

Whipping, burning, stabbing, chopping...

"In this dream, what is my identity to be able to endure such excessive beatings?"

Could it be that I am a European emperor?

European imperial seals?

Only this kind of person is worthy of this kind of beating?

The wound had already healed. There was nothing special about Uncle Ning Feng. He put down his sleeves and walked slowly towards the direction where the black cat disappeared.

Pushing open the door, he saw a sea shining with crystal light.

The pure white flowers that cannot be identified are planted in patches around the wooden house, exuding a mysterious light, illuminating the lightless night)

Looking around, the figure of the black cat disappeared, and Ning Feng only found a string of flowers being gently pushed away.

"Is it here?"

Anyway, this is his own realm, and Ning Feng is not worried about mysterious accidents, he just followed the trace.

rustle……

The flowers are driven under the feet, making a rustling sound, which is very clear in the quiet night.

While walking, Ning Feng thought about the meaning of Ariana bringing him here while admiring the beautiful scenery.

"What does she mean by dragging me into such a strange dream?"

"Scars all over the body, a weak body, a special night... what special meaning do these have?"

Weird.

Suddenly, Ning Feng's footsteps stopped.

Not only because he has reached the end of the road, but also because he did not find the blackness at the end of the road.

"you……"

At the end of the white flowers, it is still white, but with more embellishments.

one gold.

At the head of the road, a pair of golden eyes were quietly looking at Ning Feng.

That's not a black cat.

It's a horse with snow-white hair on the top of a mountain and eyes as bright as melting gold...

white wolf.

……

……

After Ning Feng fell asleep, Jiang Xilin's battle soon came to an end.

Under Jiang Wan's desperate resistance, there was no winner in this battle, but ended in a draw.

As for whether this ending was due to Jiang Wan's improvement in strength or Xilin's mercy, it is a matter of opinion.

The two women who were still in a heated fight just now admired Ning Feng's sleeping face for a while, and smiled at each other.

It was only when he was asleep that this person seemed to be able to really show his true appearance.

After watching for a while, Jiang Wan and Xi Lin were about to transfer Ning Feng to the bed, but at this moment Ning Feng's expression was slight.

In his sleep, he frowned slightly, and then babbled a little bit.

他 说:

"... Cecilia?"

The expressions of the two women who were still warm and affectionate towards Ning Feng froze instantly...

Jiang Wan:?

Shireen:?

Cecilia...

What the hell is this woman's name again! ?

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