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

Feng Zhao turned around at Gui Mingxuan, watched Song Zhiran quickly catch up with him, and finally fell behind half a step just like He Jing, and after slowly leaving, the worries in his heart were finally let go.

It was at this time that he could finally let his gaze fall on Song Zhiran again.

A young man in a black robe, with long silver hair hanging down, like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, and like flowers blooming on the branches, there is a kind of...

A kind of beauty that Feng Zhao has always been reluctant to admit, but has to admit, a beauty that shocks the soul.

Therefore, Feng Zhao's initial dislike for Song Zhiran stemmed from the conflicting mentality that he is both male and one mountain cannot accommodate two beauty.

It was only later that such innocuous little conflicts gradually fermented and changed, and developed into deadly rivals...

Feng Zhao once again thought of all kinds of things in the dungeon of the cultivation tower. Thinking of that dungeon twice... at least twice, he clenched his fist and snorted heavily.

The gate of Tunghai University.

The school gate after the official start of the school year is still a bit deserted at this moment. Firstly, it is because the new year is not long after the start of the school year, and the freshmen are still in training, and secondly, because the old students all know Song Zhiran, a famous person in the school. Just leave, just pass by with your head down, pretending you didn't see anything.

Before entering the school gate, Song Zhiran stopped, turned around, looked at Gui Mingxuan, and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Gui Mingxuan suddenly became a little nervous: "Young master, I..."

Song Zhiran frowned: "You have done it this time."

Gui Mingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that what he thought would be exposed directly like many times before, was not exposed, "I didn't hurt anyone at the beginning when I fought with that lady Feng. It's just that Ms. Feng is too aggressive, so I will... hit a heavy hand, but she was not injured in the end, right? It was even a blessing in disguise, and she was able to break through the shackles of the fourth ring and enter the fifth ring!"

"Why did she get a blessing in disguise? Because you relied on the strong to bully the weak and tried to put people to death!" Song Zhiran calmly exposed the truth that Gui Mingxuan was trying to cover up, his extremely black eyes were extremely cold, and he slowed down after a while, " Gui Mingxuan, you can go back tomorrow, I don't need a guardian who will trouble me."

"Young master!" Gui Mingxuan's pupils constricted, panicked.

"Gui Mingxuan," Song Zhiran suddenly pulled the corner of his lower lip, showing a rare smile-like arc, and said, "You are free."

The word "freedom" seemed to be emphasized inadvertently, and Gui Mingxuan, who had been thinking about it and couldn't ask for it, trembled all over his body, guilt and fear quickly slipped through his eyes, but soon, such emotions gradually drifted away with Song Zhiran Finally, it completely turned into thick obscurity and pain.

He Jing: "Young master, do you want to inform the suzerain about returning to Mingxuan?"

As a guardian, in the past, he left his post without authorization and behaved badly; later, he disregarded his dignity and caused trouble; now he is even more malicious, and his evil thoughts are full of evil...

Be punished!

Song Zhiran paused, but a scene from more than ten years ago appeared in his mind. The big brother in the scene said arrogantly, "Why did you take my place as soon as you were born? I Let me tell you, one day, I will use my strength to tell the whole world that I am going home, and I am returning to Mingxuan, and I am the real Xuanwu heir!"

……

"Young master?" He Jing asked again, "Do you want to inform the suzerain?"

Song Zhiran stepped into the gate of Tunghai University, and said calmly: "No need, let him... be free."

***

Close the small courtyard.

To celebrate Feng Wu's becoming the Great Spiritualist of the Five Rings, Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun partnered and spent four hours preparing a table of delicacies.

Feng Zhao was the first to raise a glass to congratulate his elder sister, adhering to the good tradition of not deep friendship, but a good mouthful of boredom, after three consecutive cups, Feng Wu forcibly pushed her back.

Feng Wu held down the restless younger brother with one hand, and glanced sharply at Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun, who were holding the wine glasses, who seemed to be equally ready to move.

Xu Tian'er covered her lips and smiled lightly, took a small sip of the rice wine in her hand, but couldn't help but look at Feng Zhao, her cheeks, which were already red from the smell of alcohol, seemed more and more like rouge. Very beautiful.

Because of the uncooperative protagonist Feng Wu, the meal that was supposed to last until midnight ended in a hurry within an hour.

Feng Wu glanced at Feng Zhao, took the initiative to take the heavy responsibility of sending Xu Tian'er home for Xu Yingjun, and gave up the whole space to her younger brother and the others.

At this moment, the stars in the sky are three or two o'clock, and the hazy full moon has just emerged.

Feng Zhao poured the remaining rice wine into the cup one by one, handed it to Xu Yingjun and Huang Mao, and then drank it from the special small bottle.

Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun looked at each other, Xu Yingjun coughed lightly and said, "Little Zhao, can you tell me about your cultivation tower? Why did it take so long?"

Feng Zhao stopped drinking, looked at Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun who both looked worried, and suddenly realized that his previous reticence might have misunderstood his relatives and friends.

Feng Zhao smiled, and first brought out all the various items in the dungeon of the cultivation tower, then changed the subject and expressed his opinion: "I think the rewards of the cultivation tower should be for the healers who enter the special dungeon and successfully pass the level. You see—"

Feng Zhao took out the black box, motioned Xu Yingjun and Huang Mao to look at it, and when Huang Mao wanted to try to open it, he kicked it.

"Don't open it indiscriminately, have you heard of Pandora's Box? Don't die!" Feng Zhao said angrily at him, then looked at Xu Yingjun, and asked, "Old Xu, have you ever seen that black gas, there is a puff of it Fishy smell, I can't say whether it smells good or bad, but..."

Feng Zhao paused, and still expressed his weird feeling, "On the one hand, I think this black air is very dangerous, but when I smell it, I feel...familiar, and there is even a kind of - desire It feels like I was tempted, but it doesn’t look like it, but I really want to get that black energy, it’s very weird.”

Xu Yingjun thought for a while, then shook his head: "I probably haven't seen or encountered it, but I think the black air you mentioned is probably not a good thing. Moreover, I am a little suspicious that the man who claimed to be surnamed Ye sent the black box to In your hands, the real purpose is to send the black box out of the training tower!"

"Send out the training tower? Why?" Huang Mao asked.

Feng Zhao's pupils shrank, and he stood up abruptly: "Old Xu, what do you mean—"

"Black air!" Feng Zhao and Xu Yingjun spit out these two words at the same time, their eyes met at that time, and they saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Huangmao scratched his head, looked left and right, and finally yawned out of boredom, and said lazily: "Compared with this box, what else is black and white, in fact, I am more curious, the young master of He Jing , Why on earth did it turn into a horse? Ha, it’s still a big black horse that you kua! Hahahaha..."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao suddenly thought of something, a sliver of unnaturalness flashed across his face, he slapped the yellow hair, and said with a serious face: "The dungeon in the cultivation tower is an illusion, a false world, it is a human being. What's the difference between horses?"

"This is a big difference! You see, under normal circumstances, Brother Zhao, you would, dare you, can you ride that Song? You don't... ummmmm."

Huang Mao's mouth was blocked with an apple, and he whimpered a few times unwillingly, and finally calmed down under the threat of Feng Zhao's clenched fist, but those small eyes still rolled around. .

Feng Zhao repeatedly recalled all kinds of things in the dungeon. The more he recalled, the more he felt that, apart from the path of "going to the end" that he did not take the usual path, the real way to pass the level should be on that surname Ye.

"Unfortunately, the guy surnamed Ye is much more powerful than the guy named Zhang Sheng. He also has a small tower spirit weapon that can emit black energy in his hand. None of us are opponents."

Feng Zhao sighed, then paused. He stroked his smooth and perfect chin, and said very seriously, "It's a blessing in disguise. Maybe it's because we are not opponents, so the surname Ye let us go." Where's the horse?"

Xu Yingjun was taken aback when he heard the words, nodded and said, "It's possible. However, Xiao Zhao, I think Xiao Song... might know something."

Xiao Song?

Song Zhiran!

Song Zhiran didn't just know something, he was afraid he knew everything, but he refused to say anything.

Of course, at the beginning, it may be because the horse's mouth has no speaking function, but what about later?

Although Feng Zhao has always refused to think about the reason for the restart of the dungeon, but his clever brain always gives a conclusion very easily, that is——

I "dead".

The dungeon is an ancient battlefield, the battlefield is like a chessboard, the most important thing is the generals of both sides.If the young man surnamed Ye is the key to clearing the level, then the "big king" possessed by him is the switch of the gameover.

Thinking of being kicked in the neck at least twice, Feng Zhao regretted biting the horse's neck for the last time... the bite was too light!

How many times should I bite!

Bite hard!

Just bite off a piece of meat!

"Brother Zhao, why are your ears red?" Huang Mao asked suddenly.

Feng Zhao was extremely calm, took a sip of the rice wine in the bottle, and snorted, "You get feverish after drinking, understand?"

Huang Mao rolled his eyes, not exposing Feng Zhao's nonsense, he slowly gnawed the apple in his hand, and then made a rare constructive suggestion: "Since Brother Zhao wants to know what the black air is, he doesn't want to go Ask Song Zhiran, then you can ask the bad old man, didn’t you say what that old guy is... By the way, Grandpa Fantastic? He should know a lot, right? "

***

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Three days have passed since leaving the cultivation tower. During these three days, Feng Wu completely curbed the overflow of spiritual energy caused by her ring promotion. At the same time, because of her ring promotion, she was urgently recalled by that strong woman.

However, before leaving, Feng Zhao was often violently indoctrinated with life philosophy by his elder sister.

Thinking of the words that my sister slammed into my face, you should get married as soon as possible after you get engaged, and you can't flirt with others.