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

Feng Zhao swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and at the same time he was afraid, but he was still inexplicably guilty: "You, what's wrong with you? Crazy...cough cough, no, there must be a reason for getting angry, right? I... just made you angry ? Then, then I... apologize?"

Speaking of the last two words, Feng Zhao's voice was already like the chirping of mosquitoes, so low that he could barely hear it clearly, he touched his nose uncomfortably, his glazed eyes rolled around, and he wore a pair of Sorry to the extreme appearance.

Song Zhiran frowned, and looked deeply at Feng Zhao with his extremely black eyes for a long time, then looked away, and reached out to take down the old book left on the bedside table.

The same as the previous "Mystery of the Four Spirits" which was originally "The Map of Mountains and Seas" and was later opened by the black cloaked man with blood, this old book called "Joking about Mountains and Seas" is also a lonely copy left by the ancient earth period. The title page The publishing house and editor-in-chief on the Internet can no longer see clearly, and the mountain and sea map that seems to be smeared with ink and wash has also been smudged with the years, and the ink marks are no longer...

Song Zhiran's pupils shrank, looking at the vivid and vivid mountain and sea map in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, and he remembered some old things in his mind.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Zhao couldn't help coming over, and after seeing the name on the book, he couldn't help laughing, "Hey, "Joking about Mountains and Seas"? Is it the masterpiece of that unknown author from Daotian Publishing House? Haha , my brother liked to show me this book when I was young, I remember it—”

While speaking, Feng Zhao's hand opened the pages of the book one step faster than his own mouth, and the next second, a white light flashed, and he was attracted by a strong force, and he sank into it.

And Song Zhiran who was on the side only had time to grab Feng Zhao's sleeve, and with a "stab", the sleeve of the shirt, which was useless, split, and Song Zhiran was the only one left in the bachelor apartment.

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran stretched out his hand to turn over the pages of "Joking about Mountains and Seas", but when he failed, he said coldly, "Let him out!"

"Joking about Mountains and Seas" shook humanly, turned the head of the book, and left Song Zhiran with a proud back.

Song Zhiran: "Let go! Him! Come out! Come on!"

The book jumped up, put the book directly into the bedside table, not to mention, while it was still bouncing, it smashed the keychain on the cabinet, and the keychain flew out quickly, hitting the back of Song Zhiran's hand.

Song Zhiran: "!!!"

Song Zhiran's anger, which had been provoked again and again today, finally broke out completely.

With a "boom", five blue halos flashed, a huge turtle loomed behind him, and the long silver-white hair danced without wind, and then there was a sudden rush of divination sounds, each sound seemed to be counting someone Whose life does it seem to be urging?

finally--

The book "Joking About Mountains and Seas", which had attracted Feng Zhao in but couldn't be opened, spit out a person with a puff.

Feng Zhao was lying on the ground, his whole body was naked, and a stream of black energy was spinning wildly around his body.

Actually, magic energy?

Song Zhiran's pale face from using the beast spirit's natal skills turned pale again, but a belated understanding flashed through his extremely black eyes.

***

After Feng Zhao woke up, he had to react to the whiteness of the ceiling for a long time before turning his head to look at Huang Mao, who was snoring all the time.

After looking and looking, he got up, quietly got up as he imagined, and was going to find Song Zhiran.

He still remembers that he planned to go to Song Zhiran today to ask about the devil energy, just like Huang Mao mentioned before, the unmarried partner agreement is now his gold medal for avoiding death, as long as he grasps the measure, Song Zhiran is undoubtedly his A golden finger.

After all, during the partnership agreement, if one of the parties dies abnormally, the other party will not only be fined a huge amount, but will also be entered into the compulsory matching system for forced marriage.

Therefore, Feng Zhao didn't care about Huang Mao's nagging on the surface, but he had already made up his mind to find an opportunity to trick Song Zhiran.

however.

When Feng Zhao walked to the door, he paused again, took a few steps back, and looked at Huang Mao.

Huangmao's little snoring continued, but it always felt a little louder?

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, took a few steps forward, and then retreated quickly. The next second, amidst Huang Mao's chaotic snoring, he slapped Huang Mao's arm with a "snap".

The yellow hair was in pain, "Ouch", and after seeing Shang Feng Zhao's unfriendly gaze, he scratched his face embarrassingly, and said flatteringly: "Brother Zhao, you're awake. Well, um, are you hungry? ah?"

"It's not that I'm hungry, but—" Feng Zhao flexed his wrist and said maliciously, "My hands are very itchy now, how about we make some gestures?"

"Brother Zhao Zhao! Don't! Don't get excited! I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't! Brother Zhao, don't get excited—"

Feng Zhao was really not very excited at first, but Huang Mao got excited and knelt down and hugged his leg, which made him very confused.

"Such a big gift, it's not necessary." Feng Zhao raised his leg as he spoke, signaling Huang Mao to get up quickly.

Huang Mao carefully took a look at Feng Zhao's expression, and seeing that Feng Zhao's expression was nothing but shock, he breathed a sigh of relief, got up and said, "Brother Zhao, sit down first, I was wrong just now, all mistakes are mine Wrong, don't get excited, don't get excited!"

While speaking, Huang Mao also brought a glass of water to Feng Zhao's mouth, signaling Feng Zhao to drink the water smoothly.

Feng Zhao's hairs were standing on end at this moment. He felt that he might be dreaming, so he pinched his thigh without any trace, but it didn't hurt.

Damn, are you really dreaming?

No, there seems to be something wrong with my pain-sensing nerves, so it's normal not to hurt, then——

"Oh——" Huangmao wailed and complained, "Brother Zhao, why are you pinching me?"

"Does it hurt?" Feng Zhao asked.

Huangmao's tears were about to burst into tears. After nodding his head vigorously, he suddenly understood what was going on, wiped his face, and explained: "Brother Zhao, you are really not dreaming, just——take a breath first, and then listen to me." Are you okay?"

Feng Zhao didn't know why, but he still complied with Huang Mao's request, drank water and took a breather, and then——

Then the door of the ward was pushed open, and Lao Li walked in.

Feng Zhao suddenly jumped up, picked up the water glass in his hand and smashed it over, "Old Li, what the hell are you—"

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!" Huang Mao rushed over, hugged Feng Zhao's leg, and stopped Feng Zhao from going berserk with all his strength.

However, things were obviously not as dire as Huang Mao thought.

After watching the furious Feng Zhao carefully for a while, Lao Li said, "Huang Fa, you can let go, he's fine."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment before realizing that Lao Li was calling his name, and looked up at Feng Zhao. Although his face was blushing with anger and his neck was thick, he did not have the abnormal reaction Song Zhiran mentioned, and he let out a long sigh of relief. , let go of Feng Zhao's long legs.

Then, Feng Zhao's long legs flew out and kicked Lao Li.

Lao Li didn't intend to hide this time, and let Feng Zhao kick over. However, when he saw that the kick was about to hit his heart, he turned around suddenly and landed on the right chest.

"Bang" sound.

Feng Zhao's kick hurt a little, but Lao Li didn't react at all, and even smiled a little on his serious face, and said, "Why didn't you kick your heart just now? With your tickling strength, kick your heart I didn't feel it either."

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao felt that he was being ridiculed, so in the next second, he picked up the hot water bottle on the side and smashed it right away.

The corner of Lao Li's mouth twitched suddenly, and the fiery red elements flashed all over his body. After evaporating the hot water in his head in an instant, he reached out to catch the hot water bottle that fell down, "You boy, why are you so angry?"

Feng Zhao sneered: "Isn't it a tickle? What are you blocking?"

Lao Li choked, and looked at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao hurried over and whispered into Feng Zhao's ear, all about Lao Li's so-and-so and so-and-so, all in all, a bunch of nonsense.

Feng Zhao didn't listen much at all, he vaguely felt that something was weird, and it seemed that he had experienced this strangeness once before.

When is it?

It's... time to cultivate the tower!

Yes, the cultivation tower...

Feng Zhao's expression changed suddenly, he grabbed Huang Mao who was still trying to speak well to Lao Li, and asked, "You said I was unconscious just now?"

Huang Mao nodded: "Yes, you are in a coma this time thanks to Lao Li... Uh, no, Principal Li helped. If Principal Li didn't get the news and rushed over, you would explode..."

Feng Zhao didn't listen to the rest of the words at all. His mind was filled with the words "coma" and "explosion of devilish energy", and the more he thought about it, the more painful his head became.

He has been able to confirm that he has forgotten some things, some things before he fell into a coma.

What the hell is it?

What happened to the explosion of magic energy?

I had clearly determined before that the demonic energy in the world of spiritual knowledge had been suppressed...

Thinking of something, Feng Zhao sat cross-legged in an instant and entered the world of spiritual knowledge.

In the world of spiritual knowledge, in a fiery red world, that wisp of suppressed demon energy disappeared without knowing when.

And his body—

After searching for Feng Zhao's spiritual consciousness for a long time, he finally found a wisp of devilish energy hidden in his heart, and when he was about to catch up and find a way to drive the other party into the world of spiritual knowledge, he saw the other party suddenly sprinting, and then gone.

Again and again.

When Feng Zhao withdrew his spiritual consciousness, his whole body seemed to be picked up from the water. Huang Mao wiped the sweat off Feng Zhao's forehead with a paper towel, and persuaded: "Brother Zhao, don't be too anxious, Gang Li The principal said that the devilish energy can be controlled."

"Control?" Feng Zhao took the tissue in Huang Mao's hand and squeezed it tightly, looking at Huang Mao with glazed eyes.

Huang Mao froze for a moment, then hurriedly looked at Lao Li again.

Lao Li originally wanted to pretend to wait for Feng Zhao to open his mouth, and then borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, but he didn't want some disobedient brats to make it clear that they were going to die.

Lao Li was very angry, but more regret and distressed, he sighed, took the initiative to back down, and said: "Actually, that wisp of devilish energy was refined once, but I don't know what went wrong later. , I actually lost contact with me. But this is also good, in the future, you can refine it yourself and become the master of that wisp of devilish energy, maybe it can become your trump card instead."

Refining magic energy?

Hole?

Feng Zhao was overjoyed, but soon became suspicious again. If the magic energy is so easy to refine and can be used as a trump card, why don't other people do it?

Depend on!

This old cucumber wants to fool himself again!

Feng Zhaoqi, when he quickly changed his mind, he pretended to be very polite and asked about the method of refining demonic energy.

Old Li naturally knew everything and said everything, and he wanted to show Feng Zhao on the spot if he imparted his experience.

Feng Zhao sneered in his heart, while earnestly writing down the experience that Lao Li said. Finally, after consciously memorizing everything, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He raised his hand and pointed at the door of the ward, and raised his chin again. He spit out the word "roll".

Old Li: "!"

Old Li's face turned green with anger, if Feng Zhao in front of him was not too weak, he really wanted to slap him with a slap!

Feng Zhao didn't care if Lao Li was angry or not. After Lao Li left, he said "something" to Huang Mao, and then quickly left the ward.

Huang Mao chased out a few steps without hesitation, but was stopped by Lao Li who hadn't had time to go far at all, and he said: "Let him go, this little bastard... just needs to be dealt with! He thought Tunghai University What good things are the old and the young? Bah!"

Yellow Hair: "..."

Huang Mao stared at the president of Qingbei University who spoke a lot, and rolled his eyes silently.

Regardless of whether the president of Donghai University and Song Zhiran are good guys, the president Li in front of him is definitely not a good guy anyway!

Feng Zhao's speed was extremely fast, and this time he didn't pull the window to call someone out. He turned into the apartment directly, and met He Jing's eyes.

He Jing froze for a moment, retracted the dagger in his hand, then took a step back, making way for Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao held back a breath of anger, and with a tyrannical aura of finding fault, the ground suddenly seemed to be poked by a needle, and the air leaked and flattened quickly.

Feng Zhao asked: "Song Zhiran is there?"

He Jing nodded, and said respectfully: "The young master is seriously injured and is recuperating."

"Seriously injured? How could it be..." Feng Zhao was a little dazed, subconsciously about to walk inside, then paused, and asked, "Yes, why?"

He Jing originally didn't intend to answer, but he thought of what Huang Mao mentioned not long ago, so he decided to speak: "Excessive consumption. Young master... I don't know why, but suddenly used the beast spirit's natal skills, and the consumption was excessive. Injury adds injury."

Feng Zhao has many labels for Song Zhiran, such as being tall, rich and handsome, being a person who doesn't talk too much, and being powerful, but among so many labels, "fragile" is not the only one.