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

"Male god, male god, how can you turn into a chicken on the spot ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how can you turn into a chicken on the spot, how can you turn into a chicken on the spot, how can you turn into a chicken on the spot—"

"Brother, brother Zhiran, why do you want to be a chicken's partner?!"

"Why did the promised vase god become a bald chicken? The animal form is too ugly!"

"What a bald chicken, it's obviously a hairless chicken!"

"……chicken……"

"..."

Chicken, your uncle chicken, your whole family is chicken!

Feng Zhao's heart was MMP, and his face still maintained the indifferent male god Fan'er. His glazed eyes swept over everyone present, and after focusing on remembering a few favorite people who were bouncing around, he walked towards the Beast Spirit Association. Go to the registration office.

The United Nations stipulates that all engaged couples have congratulatory gifts worth 1-1000 spirit crystals, and Feng Zhao will naturally not miss it.

but--

Feng Zhao quickly grabbed Song Zhiran who wanted to slip away: "Wait."

Song Zhiran was displeased: "Let go."

"It's okay to let go, you can report with me first." Feng Zhao couldn't help but look a little subtle when he said this, "Song Zhiran, your beast spirit shouldn't be a goldfish, right? Do you remember the partnership agreement you just signed?"

According to the United Nations partnership agreement, unmarried couples must guarantee 5 hours of time in the same frame every day.

Song Zhiran frowned, and looked at Feng Zhao with extremely dark eyes for a while, when Feng Zhao thought that the other party might have a direct fight with him, he turned to the inside of the Beast Spirit Association first step by step. Not to mention, he went to the registration desk with a clear goal.

Seeing this, Feng Zhao's subtle eyes turned weird, and four words popped out of his mind almost uncontrollably: A heart with a heart.

No, no, it's not so much a tacit understanding, it's better to say - this guy is interested in me, otherwise how would he know that he wants to go to the registry to transfer prizes?

Song Zhiran is interested in him?

This kind of cognition made Feng Zhao's mood a little unstable, so that after the waiter urged him for the third time, he came back to his senses and reached out to hold the super big turntable in front of him.

Coincidentally, his outstretched hand just touched Song Zhiran's.

Song Zhiran: "!"

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao looked at Song Zhiran again strangely, and met his gaze.

Song Zhiran: "It's me first."

Feng Zhao glanced at the back of his hand under his palm, and rubbed it with his fingertips out of habit.

Silky fine...

The last "tender" feeling has not yet entered the brain, and the pain has come from behind to occupy his senses. Feng Zhao looked at the index finger that was being strangled by Song Zhiran in turn, as if bitten by a poisonous tongue. The green and white fingers were instantly bruised. stand up.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Song Zhiran warned: "This is not an example."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao's wandering thoughts returned to the cage in an instant, and he quickly pulled back his claws that had suffered a great crime, condensed the light elements, and healed himself, perhaps because of the complete awakening of the beast spirit today, in less than three seconds, his fingers It was back to normal.

Feng Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the super big turntable.

Under Song Zhiran's great efforts, the big turntable turned quickly, and the red pointer even flew over the exciting rewards one by one.

at last.

The red pointer landed on the first prize... prize... er, participation prize.

Participation Prize: A pair of heart-shaped balloons.

Feng Zhao looked at the only participation award among the one hundred prizes on the super big carousel without a word, and then looked at Song Zhiran's unlucky face when he took the balloon from the waiter, and couldn't hold back a "poof" laugh: " Get up and look at me."

After saying that, Feng Zhao didn't wait for Song Zhiran to walk away, he stretched out his long arms, and turned the hand holding the turntable vigorously.

Amidst the sound of hula la, the turntable whirled.

Soon, the red pointer skipped the participation prize, skipped the tenth prize, skipped nine, eight, seven... one...

"Special prize!" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows proudly, and gave Song Zhiran a provocative look, but after receiving the special prize from the waiter, his smile gradually froze.

This is a pair of rings, the style is old-fashioned, the stamen on the top of the ring is not a valuable diamond, but a piece of glass the size of a sesame seed, one red and one blue.

All in all, ugly is just one word to describe this pair of rings!

Feng Zhao didn't believe that his protagonist Halo created such an ugly pair, so he carefully studied the functions of the ring.

Summoning ring, level: mysterious item; function: can be used to summon the other party holding the ring, with unlimited range, unlimited times, and unlimited success.

When he saw the words "unlimited success" at the end, the corner of Feng Zhao's mouth twitched, and he asked, "What does it mean that there is no limit to success?"

The waiter smiled: "It means that the summoning may succeed or fail, after all, our United Nations' space research technology..."

“停！”封曌打断服务员的前行解说，认真脸，“你只要告诉我这东西的成功率有多少就够了。50%？10%？5%……1%？0.5？0.1？”

Feng Zhao looked at the waiter who finally nodded, and sneered: "So, this thing is actually a tasteless thing?"

The waiter smiled and expressed his acquiescence with silence.

Feng Zhao was expressionless: "What if I sell it at a discount? Can I sell it for 500 spirit crystals? Or 100 spirit crystals?"

The waiter coughed lightly and reminded: "Sir, all the prizes on the turntable are provided by the Companion Association, and this special prize summoning ring is the only one that has been carefully created by the Master Craftsmanship Bureau through the invitation of the Companion Association. In other words, there is only this pair in the entire United Nations, so in order to ensure fairness and justice, when you draw this pair of rings, the big wheel has already entered the information of you and your partner, so—"

"So?" Feng Zhao insisted on dying to understand.

"So, if this pair of summoning rings appears in someone else's hands, then according to the law of the United Nations, you violated..."

"Stop!" Feng Zhao interrupted the waiter's enthusiastic science education, glanced at the red and blue pair of rings in his hand, took a deep breath, and decided to believe in the aura of his protagonist, the tasteless ribs in other people's hands, in his own hands Must be an artifact!

Throwing the blue ring to Song Zhiran, Feng Zhao put on the red ring first.

Not to mention, the ring obviously looks fat and big, but the moment it is put on the middle finger, it fits automatically as if there is nothing to say. The red dot in the stamen has also faded a little in an instant, which is full of spirituality.

but--

Suspiciously, Feng Zhao wiped the glass on the stamen with his fingers vigorously. After three or two strokes, the red spots on the glass disappeared completely, while his fingertips were stained with red paint.

Feng Zhao: "!" I have a saying MMP, it's not worth saying or not!

Feng Zhao looked meaningfully at the waiter who was trying to maintain a smile, and said seriously: "I heard that the marriage rate of the Couple Association has hit a new low recently, 0.005%, right? Your bonus should also hit a new low, right? Oh no, you should have a lot There is no bonus for a year, so how about the basic salary?"

Smiling waiter: "..." I'm heartbroken, old man!

Feng Zhao regained vigorous strength by piercing the hearts of others, and he looked at Song Zhiran.

Song Zhiran didn't understand why, so he frowned at him.

Feng Zhao raised his chin in displeasure, and pointed at his balloon: "One is mine."

Thinking of the ring on his hand, Song Zhiran gave both balloons to Feng Zhao, and then just looked at the guy who looked like a male god with cold eyes. Not long after he walked out of the Beast Spirit Association through the back door, he used another expression, He sold the balloon to a couple of young couples at a super high price of 1314 Ling coins, and called it a lifetime.

Song Zhiran: "..."

"These 500 spirit coins are yours, and the rest of the spirit coins, 500 are my balloon money, and 314 are for selling money, that is, hard work expenses." Feng Zhao adhered to the good style of his brothers to settle accounts clearly, and divided them. After giving some of the spirit coins to Song Zhi, he took the rest of the spirit coins and walked past the milk tea shop, paused, and continued walking firmly.

After walking a few steps, he stomped back to the milk tea shop.

"Take a cup...Two cups of taro milk tea with ice!" Feng Zhao thought about the precious crystal he had bought, and decided to be generous.

When Song Zhiran watched Feng Zhao come back with two cups of milk tea, he subconsciously frowned and refused: "I won't drink it."

Feng Zhao gave Song Zhiran a weird look, then turned his head and took another sip of another cup of milk tea, showing that Song Zhiran was thinking too much.

A faint blush flashed across Song Zhiran's cold white face, and his lips were as red as blood because they were pressed too hard.

It's a pity that Feng Zhao was immersed in the sweetness of milk tea, and didn't pay attention to the situation of his former rival and now unmarried partner. After all, with so many troubles to come, he only had so much time to let his mind wander and recall his past life.

Traveling through twelve years, with a flick of a finger.

Feng Zhao spent 20 years of money like water in his previous life. Because of a fire, he became the original owner of the idiot in the orc world. The six-year-old idiot was burned to death because he failed to awaken.

Fortunately, the flame was weird. After Feng Zhao replaced the original owner, he lay dead for half a year. Not only was he alive and kicking, but he also looked better.

Now that 12 years have passed, although his strength has been limited due to the fact that the beast spirit has not awakened, in this world where the strong are respected, he is ridiculed and despised by countless people, but he is able to kill with this face Breaking through the siege, he was ranked No. 1 in the list of male gods, causing countless female orcs to chase after him.

So is waste wood scary?

It's not scary, it's enough to have a face!

The point is - being poor is terrible.

Feng Zhao has been dreaming of getting rich since the second day after time travel.In order to get rich, he has tried countless times, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find heirlooms, picking up leaks in the streets and alleys, or befriending beggars and bad old men, hoping to find the magical grandpa...

All in all, he worked a lot, and as a result, he managed to support himself, his sister and his younger brother, but he was still far away from getting rich.

But now, in order to realize his dream, he has spent a whole year working out a plan to recruit relatives for Bai Fumei...

Feng Zhao's glass-colored eyes looked at Song Zhiran faintly, thinking to himself, isn't Lao Tzu's aura of the protagonist a bit weak today? I turned into a bald chicken, recruited relatives and recruited a deadly enemy, and drew a raffle...

Hey!