After the beastification, it's better to be a dead enemy

Someone Ye admired and didn't know what he was thinking. After admiring Feng Zhao's unilateral bullying of the stupid little brother for a while, he slowly said: "Ye didn't intend to embarrass a few of you. The previous incident was just a last resort for each of the tasks, so I also hope that the second young master can be tolerant."

"Haihan can't talk about it, just say the conditions." Feng Zhao was very straightforward. After seeing someone Ye got up and took out a black box and handed it over, he was stunned again, "This is it?"

"Ye Guo has been in war for years, and now the people are struggling to survive, so they intend to seek peace. This is a peace request..."

When someone Ye talked about this meal, he laughed at himself, "Look at me, what are you talking about. I mean, I want to trouble the two of you to help submit the letter of peace. Hey, just this black box, please leave it to you Your Majesty the Emperor, after he reads it, he will understand."

"Seek peace? Your Majesty the Emperor?" Feng Zhao blinked, and it took him a while to realize, "So you are still taking on the duties of an NPC, and you want to give us tasks!"

Ye smiled and said nothing.

Feng Zhao seemed to have gotten something, so he laughed and said nothing.

The two laughed for a while, and Ye said: "Then I wish Second Young Master Lu completes the task and leaves the cultivation tower as soon as possible?"

"Leave? Hahaha, yes, I don't really want to fight in this era of cold weapons in the ancient battlefield, and I feel that I can't get anything out of cultivation."

Feng Zhao smiled brightly again, waved at Ye, kicked Lu Ze, and was about to leave the camp.

At this time, someone Ye suddenly reminded: "I put the return map in the box, Er Shao, don't get lost."

Feng Zhao replied loudly, "Thank you", and then led the big black horse waiting outside, left the camp, and walked in the direction where he and the others had killed him. Halfway, they each found another horse and galloped away. And go, obviously very eager to find the so-called His Majesty the Emperor and complete the task.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the figure who disappeared in a blink of an eye, and was a little puzzled: "Master, why did you let them go? We can obviously keep them!"

"Stay here, what next?" Mr. Ye chuckled, and black air surged in his dark eyes, "Zhang Sheng, I have a hunch that they... this time, they probably won't come back again."

It's a pity that I'm afraid I will still be trapped here.

Zhang Sheng, the man in Tsing Yi, was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't understand at all, when did these guys come back?

The sky is blue and the road is vast, and three horses are galloping. After running for an unknown amount of time, two of the horses disappeared, leaving only two people and one horse, moving forward slowly.

I don't know how long it took, the two of them stopped at the same time.

Feng Zhao looked at the still vast distance, and then looked back. The same confused way of coming, the sense of familiarity in his heart once again flooded his heart.

"Hi, hi?" Lu Ze leaned over, carefully probing, "Are you Feng Zhao, or the boss? Boss Song Zhiran?"

Feng Zhao didn't speak, but frowned at Lu Ze.

Lu Ze looked uncomfortable, but seemed strangely familiar, "Feng Zhao?"

Feng Zhao made a "high" sound, raised his chin to look at Song Zhiran, and said flatly, "Boss Song, it's that horse."

that horse...

Lu Ze's neck was stiff, he turned his head with a click, and met a pair of extremely black eyes, "Old, uh, big, big brother?"

Song Heima Zhiran took a deep look at Lu Ze, but turned to Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao was also looking at him, their gazes met, both revealing undisguised inquiry and suspicion.

Lu Ze carefully stepped out of the sight range of the two, found a place to sit down, and as soon as he sat down, he felt the exhaustion he had endured before jumping up, and after he yawned for a long time, his eyes widened. If you close it, you will fall asleep again.

"Lu Ze." Feng Zhao said suddenly, he took out the black box in his hand, threw it in front of Lu Ze, raised his chin and said, "Pick him up and hand it to me."

Lu Ze's eyes were sleepy and his face was confused.

Feng Zhao urged: "Hurry up!"

Lu Ze subconsciously picked up the box, and when he was about to hand it over, he suddenly stopped, "Are you... insulting me?"

"You think too much." Feng Zhao rolled his eyes, squatted down, snatched the black box from Lu Ze, and when he reached out to open it, he stopped suddenly.

Danger!

Can't open!

The alarm bell in his head was screaming crazily, Feng Zhao's body stiffened, and he looked at Lu Ze again, seeing that the other party began to nod his head again and fell asleep, he hesitated again and again, and threw the black box in the other party's room again. before.

Lu Ze was a little unhappy when the black box hit him on his leg, "Feng Zhao, what are you doing?"

"Do you... want to open the black box and have a look?" Feng Zhao hesitated, thinking about how to tactfully remind the black box that it might not be safe, but saw that Lu Ze had impatiently picked up the black box and was about to open it.

Feng Zhao held his breath subconsciously, holding the long wooden warehouse he brought out in his hand, and prepared that if something terrifying came out of the black box, he must kill it immediately... Lu Ze!

Yes, Lu Ze is obviously more likely to be poked to death directly than the unknown things in the black box.

However, just as Lu Ze was rubbing his eyes and opening the black box, Song Zhiran, who had been watching coldly, suddenly kicked Lu Ze away.

At the same time, the black box that opened a gap was stepped back with a "boom" by a horse's hoof.

Even with the wisp of black air that was about to burst out, they stepped back into the black box together.

Feng Zhao wasn't sure if he was delusional. After all, Lu Ze had just hit the ground and splashed dust, which gave him every reason to suspect that he was delusional.

Lu Ze was kicked suddenly, "Wow", he spit out a mouthful of old blood, looked at the big black horse that kicked him, and was about to speak, but saw the black horse approaching again, hooving towards him again.

"Bang!" The sound of □□ landing was extremely dull.

Lu Ze finally got angry this time, he didn't even bother to vomit blood, and opened his mouth to burst into a series of national curses.

As a result, he was hit by horseshoes again and again, and finally he couldn't respond when his eyes went dark.

Feng Zhao was a little confused when he saw Lu Ze being kicked repeatedly at first, but he soon realized something, after Lu Ze finally didn't respond, he was overjoyed.

However, after he ran over excitedly, put a piece of thatch between Lu Ze's nose, and looked at the tip of the grass blown by the faint breath, his joy turned into a long sigh, "I'm not dead."

and so.

Feng Zhao looked at Song Heima Zhiran, handed over the long wooden warehouse that he had been carrying, and urged: "You may have missed the point just now, how about using the wooden warehouse? Directly aim at his heart... "

Before Feng Zhao finished speaking, Song Heima Zhiran had already raised his horse's hoof and stepped heavily on Lu Ze's heart.

"Pfft..." The blood splattered, stained the black horse's hooves red, and even half of Feng Zhao's face suffered.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao ignored Song Zhiran who was staring at him deliberately, and continued to look down at Lu Ze's reaction.

however.

Lu Ze, who was supposed to be "dead", suddenly opened his eyes, and scolded like a "sick dog" on his face: "I'm the [-]th generation of your ancestors, you two beasts, dogs!" Something, a bastard who is not as good as a pig or a dog, a woman who works as a wife, *&￥%&*..."

Feng Zhao's expectations were completely in vain. He raised the long wooden warehouse expressionlessly, preparing to make the other party quieter. Fortunately, after hearing a long "bi" soon, Lu Ze opened and closed his mouth, but there was no sign of it. utter any discordant words or phrases.

It seems that the sound was forcibly silenced by Ta Ling?

That being said, it is really impossible to die in this level.

Feng Zhao rubbed his chin, threw away the long wooden warehouse with some regrets, got up and walked to the black box, pondered for a long time, and was the first to choose Lu Ze: "Second Young Master Lu, now we have two choices. One, go back and find One fight with that surnamed Ye; two, open this black box and find the key to breaking the situation."

Lu Ze was still angry, clutching his crushed heart, spitting blood and swearing at the same time, it was obvious that he wanted to jump up and fight the two guys in front of him more than doing multiple-choice questions.

pity.

His cursing words were forcibly silenced, and even this crippled body can't even crawl...

Lu Ze was about to burst into tears, but at this moment, Feng Zhao made a choice for him and sent the black box in front of him. The dead friend tried to use his claws to open the black box.

Lu Ze: "!"

Lu Zening was unyielding, gritted his teeth and shrunk his fingers, fighting to the end.

Feng Zhao had no choice but to focus on Song Zhiran.

Song Zhiran lifted the black horse's hoof, and the sound was louder than silence.

Feng Zhao took a step back from his heart, sat on the ground, looked at the black box, and finally said resignedly after a while, "I have a premonition that this thing cannot be opened."

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, and he didn't bother to ask the reason. He reflexively roared: "I can't open it, and you still let me open it? Feng Zhao, you...&￥%#&..."

"Okay, you've been scolding for so long, it's time to speak up." Feng Zhao frowned, and without waiting for Lu Ze to speak again, he explained directly, "I really wanted to leave before, but I was also prepared to say something. I'll kill you right after the thing, just in case it's not right? However, Song Zhiran laid a black hand on you in advance... Uh, after the hoof, I found one thing, that is, even if I kill you, you can't leave the cultivation tower. .”

Lu Ze: "!"

Lu Ze was so angry that he didn't want to speak.

Seeing this, Feng Zhao couldn't help feeling guilty when he thought of how he secretly asked Lu Ze to "test the thunder", but he couldn't help explaining again, "There are three of us, and you are more suitable. Go to die, so...you should be able to understand, right?"

Lu Ze: "!!"

Lu Ze spat out a mouthful of blood "Wow", his eyes darkened, and he finally passed out from anger.

Feng Zhao rubbed his nose and looked at the sky innocently, but from the corner of his eyes, he was looking at Song Zhiran intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Heima Zhiran was looking back at the moment, wondering what he was thinking again.