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

Feng Zhao rubbed the center of his brows with a big head, took a few deep breaths, then took the thermos bucket, and arrived in front of the most dilapidated courtyard, raised his hand and was about to push the door, when the dilapidated wooden door fell down first. go down.

The corners of Feng Zhao's mouth twitched, his eyes scanned the large and small domestic garbage in the courtyard, and finally he stepped into the courtyard pretending not to see anything, and walked into the dirtiest room among them.

"Hey, old man, it's time to eat!"

As soon as Feng Zhao's words fell, a scruffy little old man popped out of the pile of rags on the wooden bed.

The little old man didn't even open his eyes, so he sniffed his nose desperately, and then laughed loudly: "You brat is not bad, this time I brought the old man——Buddha jumping over the wall?"

"...Your nose is good enough." Feng Zhao couldn't help but praise, and was about to say something more, when the old man snatched the thermos from his hand, and then ate it up.

The bad old man wiped his mouth, hiccupped loudly, and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you come to see me for four or five days in a row?"

Feng Zhao's hypocritical face: "You misunderstood. I have learned a lot from you, old man, for so many years. Now that I finally have the opportunity, I naturally have to respect you, right? It should be, everything should be, old man... old man ..."

"Ouch!" The bad old man covered his mouth, and was finally nauseated by Feng Zhaozuo's "Old Mister".

Feng Zhao, who was spit out of a shoe: "!"

Feng Zhao's hypocritical face cracked, and he grabbed the old man who wanted to continue nauseating him with vomit, walked out of the room in two steps in three steps, left the small courtyard, found a spacious area with ventilation on all sides, and finally slowly, Slowly took a breath of fresh air.

The bad old man took the opportunity to get rid of the burden of an overly full stomach, and laughed: "Stinky boy, didn't you pretend to be a dog? Why don't you pretend now?"

Feng Zhao made an angry face: "Pretend to be your uncle, I just want to give you face, if you don't want it yourself, don't blame me for stepping on it!"

"Yo yo yo, still want to step on it? Then come on—" Before the old man finished speaking, he raised his shoulders, and then his whole body slid out of Feng Zhao's controllable range like a loach.

Feng Zhao couldn't remember whether he was seven years old or eight years old, and finally found a bad old man who might be a "magic grandpa" from a group of beggars. The miraculous grandpa is different, but there is no doubt that——

Very strong!

Yes, without a spiritual ring or spiritual skills, he can kill a high-ranking spiritual master with six rings just by using the skills possessed by his body.

Feng Zhao still remembers the battle he saw on a rainy day, and the bad old man showed him what it means to be a real strong man and what is the limit of the body.

Swords and halberds are weapons.

A brick, stone or even a leaf is also a weapon.

And people, hands, feet, teeth, are weapons!

That night, the S-rank wanted criminal who escaped from Huangzhou in the Central Plains, the sinner who enjoys torturing the weak, the incomparable six-ring high-ranking spiritual master, under the continuous attack of the bad old man, an ordinary person, gradually Weak, spiritual power is exhausted, and finally dies with regret.

Feng Zhao always remembered the old man's casual glance and that sentence after he took out the criminal's heart with one hand.

He said: "Stinky boy, it doesn't matter if you can't become a great spiritual master, as long as you can kill them, that's enough."

Feng Zhao was beaten up by the bad old man again, willing to admit defeat, while gritting his teeth and wearing a mask to clean the yard of the bad old man, he complained angrily: "As males, you can't let me go Big baby?"

The bad old man picked his earwax and pretended he didn't hear Feng Zhao's words.

Feng Zhao became even more angry, thinking that he had several chances to come back, but was defeated by the other party's shameless trick "monkey stealing peaches". The broom waved at the bad old man.

The bad old man scolded "brat", his short body shrank and rolled, and after dodging the broom, he only had time to pick up a brick and crush it with a bang.

Then--

Then Feng Zhao couldn't care less about attacking the old man, because the brick fragments in the old man's hand were being ejected from various tricky angles by the opponent, so that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and defend.

Feng Zhao said angrily: "Bad old man, you have the ability to confront me head-on!"

The bad old man was lazy, and he threw a piece of gravel at Feng Zhao's face, and after being hit by the broom, he ejected a few pieces slowly, matching the leisurely look of him sitting on the wall dangling his two short legs , as much as you want to be hated, you will be hated!

After waving the broom in vain for a while, Feng Zhao took the initiative to ask for a truce. After tidying up the broken yard with a black face, he found a hammer and re-sealed the broken door. Finally, when he was about to leave, he didn't seem to notice He opened his mouth and asked, "I plan to go to the small secret place of mountains and seas, old man, do you think it is feasible?"

The bad old man was chewing a dried radish, and instead of answering, asked, "Because of your daughter-in-law?"

The seriousness on Feng Zhao's face suddenly became indescribable, and he said angrily: "Damn daughter-in-law, don't talk nonsense! I have nothing to do with that guy! Even if there is a relationship, it's a deadly enemy relationship!"

"A deadly rival with a marriage contract? Oh, I understand. Could it be - haven't slept yet? Can't you?" The old man was curious, and after his sloppy face was forcibly cleaned, there was a kind of bewildered innocence.

Or is it ridicule of mystery?

Feng Zhao regretted that he shouldn't have wiped the opponent's face so clean in order to get revenge on the bad old man, but he thought of something, and regained his serious face and said: "Old man, have you entered the special copy of the training tower? Yes Have you ever encountered a kind of... black air?"

The bad old man paused while he was biting the radish, his eyelids fluttered, and he sneered suddenly, and said, "Stinky boy, you've been coming here three or four times a day recently, and you actually want to ask this stuff, right?"

Deep night.

Feng Zhao lay on the bed, turning over and over in his head the last two words that the bad old man uttered, "devil energy".

The bad old man said, that black thing that seems to have self-awareness is magic energy!

Although the bad old man didn't explain half a sentence, but who is Feng Zhao?He is the protagonist who has read countless novels about cultivating immortals. Moqi is definitely not a good word, no matter which world it is in!

I just don't know how dangerous the devilish energy in the orc world is?

Thinking of the black box that I have never dared to open, and the longing that I had just smelled it when the surname Ye released the devilish energy...

Feng Zhao sat upright like a carp, carefully bent down and found a small box from under the bed, and then found the black box that he had hidden. After careful consideration, he finally decided to give away the hot potato.

The autumn night wind is a bit cooler.

Feng Zhao shuddered and accelerated his running speed.

Tsingbei University, faculty and staff community.

The middle-aged man, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly pinched by someone's nose, and after struggling to breathe a few times, he finally opened his eyes and said angrily, "Are you...that, that one?"

From the furious anger of the word "you" at the very beginning, to the surprise and surprise of the last word "bit", the attitudes can be described as very different.

The person standing by the bed let out a soft "hmm". He was carrying the moonlight behind his back, obviously he couldn't see his face, and he was obviously thin and thin, but he had an inexplicable aura of indomitable spirit.

The middle-aged man rolled out of bed, because he was too eager, the wig on the top of his head fell off, revealing his half-bald head. After saluting respectfully, he was about to speak when he was shocked suddenly, and then his eyes widened, thick black His eyebrows trembled excitedly with the voice coming out of his head for a while, then tightened tightly for a while, and finally when the voice finally stopped, he couldn't help but asked cautiously, "Why?"

At the moment when the thin and dry man turned his back to the middle-aged man, under the moonlight, he revealed a face that had only been cleaned by Feng Zhao not long ago. He said: "The general trend of the world is that if we divide for a long time, we will unite, and if we unite for a long time, we will divide. Now , the end is coming..."

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to ask what the "doomsday" meant, it suddenly seemed that the person who was in front of him just now disappeared in a blink of an eye, and even vaguely glimpsed in the moonlight just now His face instantly blurred in his mind.

"God rank...is this the superpower of the legendary god rank?"

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sky is full of silver.

Feng Zhao ran all the way by the moonlight, only to realize that today is August [-]th, and yesterday, his sister twisted his ears and told him thousands of times that the moon is [-] round on the [-]th day, so today must be Remember to go to Song Zhiran to enjoy the moon together.

Oh, it is impossible to appreciate the moon, even if you kill yourself!

Feng Zhao identified the name of the lower community, found a relatively secluded location, took a few steps to run up, and jumped up.

He just jumped into the high wall of Qingbei University's faculty and staff quarters, and his whole body froze.

Without him, a security guard who appeared out of nowhere stood right in front of him, staring at him with a serious face, so stared at him that he didn't even care to laugh, he could only turn around silently, using more words than before jumping in. Quickly, jumped out of the community.

But, just go back like this?

Feng Zhao was a little reluctant, so after thinking about it, he simply started walking around the neighborhood like this. While walking, he breathed out spiritual energy according to the method mentioned by the bad old man.

Suddenly, he stopped and sat cross-legged on the spot, his whole body immersed in the world of spiritual knowledge. At the same time, the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly.

Seeing this, the security guard who had been staring at him twitched the corner of his mouth, muttered something that no one knew, then lowered his head and dialed the communication.

After a few minutes.

A middle-aged man walked out of the community in a hurry. With his half-bald head on his head, he squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Zhao carefully for a while, then nodded to the security guard with a toothache, and then— —