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

Tokai University.

Song Zhiran was looking at the relevant internal information about the secret land of mountains and seas, preparing for the operation in the secret land in the near future.

However, when he saw a huge flame bird in the album, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes, which should have been quickly skipped, stopped and looked to the side.

Suzaku, one of the four spirits, dominates fire.

The simple explanation in a few words made Song Zhiran look back and forth for a long time, until He Jing knocked on the door, and he recovered from his chaotic thoughts.

He Jing said: "Gui Mingxuan has indeed sold the news of Brother Zhao's Red Thunder Tribulation, young master, what should we do next?"

Song Zhiran frowned, got up, walked slowly to the window, stared at the dark distance, and asked after a while, "Is there anyone in the underground arena to take orders?"

He Jing replied: "There are many. However, there are only two S-level mercenary teams that need attention."

Are there only two?

Song Zhiran was puzzled for half a second, and then instantly understood that these two S-level mercenary groups should be stones thrown out to explore the way.

That's good, it's just right for scaring chickens and monkeys!

but--

"He...how is Feng Zhao recently?"

He Jing paused, and then said: "Brother Zhao, he doesn't seem to be very..."

"Wait, Brother Zhao?" Song Zhiran turned around, looking deeply at He Jing with extremely black eyes, seemingly puzzled and displeased.

He Jing was inexplicably aggrieved: "Young Master, you are not allowed to be called Young Master's Husband, Brother Zhao... Uh, Feng Zhao doesn't want to be called Young Mistress either, so his subordinates chose the title 'Brother Zhao'."

Song Zhiran was silent for a while, and seriously reminded: "You should be older than him."

"But he is your fiancé." He Jing said it as a matter of course, "As a subordinate, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, and subordinates cannot overstep!"

At this moment, Song Zhiran seemed to want to say something, but in the end he pursed his lips and said nothing. He turned around again, cast his gaze into the dark night, and fell into thoughts that no one knew. .

He Jing originally wanted to say a few words about Feng Zhao, which came from Huang Mao's first-hand information, but unfortunately, seeing such a young master, he silently closed his mouth again.

***

Feng Zhao had a nightmare. After waking up, looking at the blue sky, he almost thought he was still dreaming.

Where is my house?

How big is my house!

I……

Feng Zhao jumped up, and the memories that were not clear in his mind seemed to jump out with his jump.

After he beat up the old cucumber surnamed Li yesterday, his demonic energy ran away again, and then he... was on fire... It seemed to be on fire again, and then, I can't remember what happened, but since he was on fire, the surrounding In this scorched scene, is there anything else to think about?

The culprit is himself!

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao covered his heart, and Huang Mao, who had just woken up and yawned in fright, ran over with a cry, "Brother Zhao, brother Zhao, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, my... small treasury has something to do, something big!" Feng Zhao gritted his teeth. If it was said that before yesterday, he only hated Lao Li who caused his demonic energy to enter his body, there was still a little bit of smallness in his heart. If the little one wants to find out what may be the so-called difficulties, then today, he and Lao Li are already life and death enemies!

Cutting off people's money is like killing one's parents.

"Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao, are you really alright?" Huang Mao looked at the ferocious Feng Zhao at this moment, and felt like crying.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao returned to normal after greeting Lao Li in his heart for the [-]th generation of his ancestors. He took a few deep breaths, then sat cross-legged, first entered the world of spiritual knowledge to check the existence of the devil energy, and made sure it was there Although I don't know how it was suppressed, but at least it won't come out to harm me for a short time, so I took out my spiritual knowledge.

"Huang Mao, I have something to tell you!" Feng Zhao said with seriousness, "I..."

"Brother Zhao, are you going to say that you have been polluted by demonic energy? I already know about it." Huang Mao looked worried, "Principal Li told us that you accidentally opened that black box ,so……"

Feng Zhao was furious: "What? He said that I accidentally opened the black box? Damn! This old cucumber is so deceptive!"

"Brother Zhao, brother Zhao, calm down, you—" Before Huang Mao finished speaking, Feng Zhao had already picked up a brick and was about to go out to find someone desperately.

Huang Mao was in a hurry and was going to stop him, but Feng Zhao was angry at the moment, so how could he be the master who was easily stopped, after a few strokes, Feng Zhao arrived at the gate of the courtyard, and when the gate opened——

It's not Lao Li who catches the eye. Who is that face?

Hey!

damn thing!

Feng Zhao slammed the brick in his hand, the brick was intact, and Lao Li's head fell off with a "click"...

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao looked at the old Li figure card in front of him, and at the old Li who emerged from the side, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he squeezed hard with the hand holding the brick.

The brick was split in two and fell to the ground.

With a "bang", Feng Zhao closed the courtyard door again.

Outside the courtyard gate, Lao Li wiped the sweat off his face and asked Xu Yingjun, "Student Feng Zhao, have you calmed down?"

Xu Yingjun turned his head without a word, and replied: "No, he is even more angry."

Lao Li said "Ah", feeling that this should not be done, and he was angry with himself by contributing the human figure card, so why did he get even more angry?

Is it difficult-

"Fuck, this brat really wants to kill me, right? He is deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors! This is a stupid act that will be attacked by spiritual masters all over the world!" Lao Li roared angrily. After a few words, without waiting for Xu Yingjun to continue telling the truth, he turned around and left.

It's just that hurried footsteps, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the rhythm of running.

Xu Yingjun shook his head amusedly, but after seeing Feng Zhao, he still helped to explain: "Xiao Zhao, the matter between you and...uh, Principal Li should be a misunderstanding."

Feng Zhao already knew from Huang Mao at this time that when he was in pain and furious, it was Lao Li who ran over to save them, but so what?

Will make up for it?

Don't be kidding, it's useful to make up for your mistakes these days, so what do you want the police for?

Feng Zhao smiled bluntly: "If you misunderstand, just misunderstand, anyway, I will slap the other party's face with a brick one day!"

Xu Yingjun had no choice but to change the subject: "What should you do about the devilish energy in your body?"

"Cold salad!" Feng Zhao spat out two words viciously, looking around the bare yard of his house a few times, and said in pain, "Old Xu, how much does your heavy house... cost? "

Huang Mao was funny: "Brother Zhao let me pay this time, how about we also build a three-story villa?"

"You...pay the money?" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curled up a little.

Huang Mao nodded, and promised: "Not only will I pay for the repair of the house, but I will also pay for the purchase of furniture when the time comes!"

Is it so generous?

Feng Zhao stretched out his hand, his glazed eyes skipped over Huang Mao's face, and landed on Xu Yingjun's body, and pinched.

Xu Yingjun: "!"

Before Xu Yingjun opened his mouth, Feng Zhao asked seriously: "Does it hurt?"

Xu Yingjun, Xu Yingjun just slapped his backhand and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The joy in Feng Zhao's eyes was gone, and he had a depressed face: "I said that Huangmao can't be so generous, I dare to dream..."

"What are you dreaming about? You—" Xu Yingjun got angry and slapped Feng Zhao on the shoulder again, but Feng Zhao continued to act like a cosplayer, unmoved at all.

Xu Yingjun looked at his red palms, and then at Feng Zhao, sweating coldly, and he came down.

after an hour.

Infirmary of Qingbei University.

After enjoying the baptism of a wave of light elements, Feng Zhao felt lazy, feeling refreshed after sunbathing, that is——

Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun looked like they were seeing patients, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Pain sensory nerve necrosis, isn't it good? Then I don't have to feel pain in the future." Feng Zhao said something, and he didn't forget to add, "Besides, didn't the director just say that? I may even be just It’s temporary, and it might be better in the future.”

Xu Yingjun tried his best to force a smile: "Xiao Zhao, you're right if you think so, this... this is not a big problem, yes, it's not a big problem."

Huang Mao refused to agree, he stared, a little annoyed: "What is the old cucumber surnamed Li doing? Did he deliberately bully Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao, why don't you drop out of school? It must be uneasy and kind to come out and recruit you out of nowhere!"

What Huang Mao was talking about was the old Li Te recruiting Feng Zhao to Qingbei University, and it was said that this incident also triggered a collective protest at Qingbei University.

Without him, although Feng Zhao's cultural class scores are not bad, they are definitely not at the point where Qingbei University, one of the three famous universities in Dongling Prefecture, can be admitted. Has not been able to awaken, and the little spiritual masters in the first ring are always at the bottom of the freshmen who look at at least the second ring.

However, as the old principal of Qingbei University, Lao Li finally made a final decision and settled the matter.

How grateful Feng Zhao was to Lao Li at that time, how much he hates these old cucumbers who are still painted green now!

but--

"It's impossible to drop out of school. I've survived for three years, and I can't give up halfway." Feng Zhao said this, with a smile on his face, "What's more, I haven't participated in this year's intramural competition yet!"

"Brother Zhao, what do you want to do?" Huang Mao was curious.

Feng Zhao skinny smile: "I hold grudges, those people used to play tricks to laugh at me as a waste, now it's time to slap me in the face!"

Speaking of this, Feng Zhao sat up with a grunt, crossed his legs, entered the world of spiritual knowledge again, and began to practice, but the moment he closed his eyes, there was a black air flow in his glass-colored eyes. Jump past, no one noticed.

Huang Mao frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

Xu Yingjun patted Huang Mao on the shoulder, and then made a sign to go out. After closing the door, he sighed in a low voice: "Xiao Zhao is... pretending to be with us."