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

Feng Zhao has a heart for gossip. In these years, besides paying attention to the list of male gods on the Internet, there are all kinds of lace news, and among them, Monte Lucifer occupies the first place.

Therefore, after Song Zhiran gave two options, he almost without hesitation passed the option of asking Monte Lucifer to help purify, and directly chose the second option - breaking through the fifth ring.

Without him, Feng Zhao has enough reasons to worry that this shameless old Monte Lucifer will covet his beauty in the prosperous age, and grab his essence with no morals!

So, break through the fifth ring!

Isn't it the fifth ring?As the protagonist, as the future god-level superpower, only five rings, rushing is——

In the training room of Qingbei University, the aura filled with spiritual energy gradually decreased as Feng Zhao completely calmed down and sank into the practice. Light elements and fire elements gathered from all directions, circling around Feng Zhao crazily.

Meditation practice is the most test of patience, because it is boring; but at the same time, meditation practice is the only way to cultivate spiritual core.

The spirit core is located on the spirit ring, and each spirit ring has at least 1 and a maximum of 9 spirit cores. It is a kind of comprehension, the comprehension about the spiritual skills of the beast spirit itself, or more precisely, it is about the spiritual skills of the beast spirit itself. A kind of copying, learning or expansion with accompanying spiritual skills.

Feng Zhao has been majoring in light elements. Although he has been trying to take the combat system, light elements themselves represent healing power, so even if he deliberately does it, the ten spiritual cores he cultivated at the first ring, among them are still Eight fell into the cure category.

And the second ring...

I hope that I can still have at least two combat skills by then.

The training time is always very fast, especially when the Damocles sword on his head threatens his life. With ample aura, Feng Zhao can't even feel hungry. When he opens and closes his eyes, a new day comes. past.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third day, the second mandatory activity, when the half-day partner activity officially started.

After Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran reunited, they once again opened up a peaceful and friendly communication atmosphere.

Feng Zhao first exchanged a few polite words in a pretentious manner, and then immediately changed the subject to the business: "Do you have any tricks to break through the third ring? I feel that the spiritual power stored in each of my spiritual cores is enough There are too many, but I still can't find a breakthrough opportunity, do you know how to quickly find an opportunity? Oh, by the way, are you sure I can expel the magic energy as long as I break through the fifth ring?"

Song Zhiran seemed a little surprised at Feng Zhao's diligence, raised his eyebrows, and reminded: "At least."

If it was another time, Feng Zhao would definitely feel that Song Zhiran's reticence was just pretending to be coercive. Of course, he also feels the same at this time, and even vaguely feels that he has lost a little bit. After all, any male god always talks a lot. of?

but.

Out of the corner of Feng Zhao's eyes, he glanced at the passers-by, and at least eight out of ten of those people would look back at him, so——

How about pretending to lose?In terms of beauty, Song Zhiran is absolutely inferior to her!

Feng Zhao raised his chin, but unexpectedly, the animated pictures of ghosts and animals that were popular all over the Internet in his previous life popped up in his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.

At this moment, under the plane tree, Feng Zhao under the mottled light and shadow completely swept away the obscurity hidden in his eyes some time ago. He smiled, and his handsome face burst into the most dazzling light because of this smile...

It is attractive, but it makes people want to look sideways unconsciously.

Song Zhiran frowned, and his eyes fell on a passer-by not far away. Seeing that the other person finally turned around frequently and bumped into a telephone pole, he let out an "ouch" in pain, but still covered his head and stared at Feng. Zhao, as if he was afraid that he would miss the light in his life if he missed a glance.

And Feng Zhao, who had just smiled subtly before, immediately became incomparably brighter, brighter, as if the whole world brightened up.

It's so eye-catching.

Song Zhiran frowned, and unconsciously pursed his lips a little bit.

Companion Association.

All red, pink, bright red, water red, light red... unexpectedly also decorate the huge Friends Association in a patchwork manner, very warm.

The first main hall of the association, which is always jokingly called the ancient church by the public, is open to the public today without a wedding.

Pair after pair of orcs walked into the main hall, and after choosing a place to sit down, the host standing on the stage at the master of ceremonies slowly said: "First of all, welcome to the arrival of all partners, today we will hold This is a grand dance party, of course we will intersperse various small programs during the dance party, but before the program, I still want to invite everyone—to dance to the music first—”

"Beautiful waltz, dynamic street dance, or passionate rumba... Dear friends, please don't be shy to show your charm!"

The host's high-pitched and excited voice was deafening through the microphone, but all the partners in the main hall seemed a little lazy. Even Feng Zhao, who came here for the prize, found it very boring.

It’s just a prom. Speaking of Versailles, he was tired of attending proms in his previous life, so it’s better to practice cross-legged. At least the more aura he exhales, the more handsome he is, right?

but.

Feng Zhao glanced at Song Zhiran out of the corner of his eye, thinking of the word "be careful" that came out of nowhere before the other party entered the door, his glazed eyes couldn't help but sink.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this dance party?

Splash red wine?Or the next spring medicine?Or, just go into the wrong room with a blast and catch a girl in bed?

The more Feng Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible. After all, it was such a big place, and the organizer was a member of the couple association who wanted their partners to be lingering in love and get married early so as to complete their performance.

"Hey, hey, are you Feng Zhao?" The guy next to him who had been secretly sizing Feng Zhao finally couldn't help but ask, "Feng Zhao, the number one male god in the list of good looks?"

Feng Zhao's idle attitude suddenly stopped, he was about to take a sip of the stuffy red wine, and after putting down the goblet in his hand gracefully and dignifiedly, he condescendingly gave the person next to him a cold "um" , as an answer to the other party's previous inquiry.

"It's really you! Damn, you look really good-looking!" Zhang Yaozu had just finished speaking when his arm hurt and his unmarried partner pinched him viciously. coax.

After coaxing and coaxing, he was pinched four or five times, and finally managed to coax his daughter-in-law, but he didn't dare to wander around Feng Zhao to start a conversation anymore.

This is afraid of the appearance of the daughter-in-law, how cowardly!

Feng Zhao withdrew his eyes in disdain, but saw a female who was timid to himself, oh no, she was walking towards Song Zhiran.

The female is estimated to be in her twenties, slightly fat, wearing a water blue mermaid skirt, with a golden crown on her head, giving people the illusion of a mermaid at a glance.

When Feng Zhao thinks of mermaids, he can't help but think of Lu Ze. The beast spirit of Lu Ze is a mermaid. I hope it's not a fat mermaid that can compete with Lu Ze himself.

This room, Feng Zhao, was still flying in a mess in his mind. The female on the other side was walking, I don't know if it was nervous or something like that. Suddenly, he moved his left foot to his right foot, and the whole person wanted to go to Song Zhiran, oh, no, by myself fell over—

Feng Zhao: "!"

At that moment, Feng Zhao didn't even decide whether he should catch it or catch it, when his eyes flashed, and with the sound of "bang", the delicate and soft female who was about to throw herself into her arms was caught. The ruthless Song Zhiran flew out with one kick.

Really, fly out...

Flying out of the hall, with a thud, he fell face down firmly.

The audience fell silent, and even the music seemed to freeze for a moment. The host swallowed hard, and finally said: "Dear friends, please maintain your gentlemanly and ladylike attitude, we..."

"Male Gobi, you kid actually kicked my wife?" The host's words of comfort were interrupted by a rough growl, and the burly man came over aggressively and punched Feng Zhao with his fist.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao didn't even have time to say "Fuck Nima", so he had to turn sideways, then picked up a stool beside him and threw it at it.

"Crack!" The stool was torn apart, and the burly man seemed to have not felt anything, and he was about to continue beating Feng Zhao with his big fist.

"Stop, stop—" the host's call finally made the security guards who were slow by N beats react, one stopped in the middle, one grabbed the paw of the big man, and the other hugged the big man's waist.

But... the female who was kicked out and kept her face on the ground was ignored... No, it's not that there was no one.

Song Zhiran didn't know when he stood on the steps, condescendingly looking down at the female who fell as if she had lost her breath, and slowly gathered a water sword in his hand.

"Stop!" Feng Zhao rejoiced that he was still close to Song Zhiran. After a sprint, he grabbed Song Zhiran's wrist and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? Killing people in public?"

Song Zhiran: "Let go."

"Don't let it go! You don't want to go to the Healer's Court. I don't want to go to the prison every month!" Feng Zhao replied angrily, and at this moment, his mind was full of the couple's agreement about prison visits. It's a toothache.

Hey!

Hell partner agreement, more and more people are not willing to marry, it's just poisonous!

Of course, the more poisonous ones may be those who know that the partnership agreement is a pit, but still want to jump down... For example, the burly man who suddenly broke through the control of the security guards, and waved his big fist at Feng Zhao again.

Feng Zhao immediately couldn't care less about stopping Song Zhiran from going crazy, a light flashed in his hand, and a ray of light came out, ready to teach him a lesson first.

There was a "poof".

Feng Zhao's light gun hadn't pierced yet, a water sword had already stabbed the burly man's heart, and the next second, before everyone could react, Song Zhiran, who was like the wind, came to the female's side again.

"Crack." A sound.

The female, who thought she was going to follow in the footsteps of the burly man, rolled dangerously and avoided Song Zhiran's water sword, but her beautiful fishtail skirt was pierced.

Even, when the female continued to try to escape by rolling, the pierced fishtail skirt split open, revealing two... long hairy thighs.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao covered his scorched eyes, but deliberately zoomed in between his fingers, staring at the female who was struggling to survive under Song Zhiran's deadly sword.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, all in all, within half a minute, the female's dress was poked to pieces, and then, at one point, finally, a male symbol was revealed.

At this moment, Song Zhiran's sharp sword was about to pierce through the heart of a female, oh no, the fake female whose true sex should be a male, amidst the sighs of the onlookers.

"Ding".

Song Zhiran's water sword failed to pierce the opponent's heart, but was blocked by a red sign that suddenly appeared at the opponent's heart.

After being stabbed like this, the red sign flickered for a while, and then the words "Mission Failed" appeared before disappearing.

"Damn!" The guy pretending to be a girl was furious, glaring viciously at Song Zhiran who had already withdrawn his sword, then at Feng Zhao, then turned his head and left.

Feng Zhao reminded: "Sir, your unmarried partner is still exposing his body here. According to the partnership agreement, you are obliged to—"

"Who said I don't care about it? Don't scare me with a partner agreement!" The other party turned his head angrily, picked up the burly man who had died, and left quickly.

It was a good ball, not to mention a sudden fight, and people died. Even though the organizer of the Companion Association was extremely unwilling, it could only end hastily in the end, and the prepared rewards were not even given out.

It was false for Feng Zhao to say that he had no regrets, but rather than the so-called reward, he was more curious, "What is the brand on the heart of the women's clothing boss? Why does it feel like... some kind of one-time prop?"

"Mission card." Song Zhiran spat out four words, looked at Feng Zhao who seemed to be unconscious with extremely dark eyes, and frowned to remind, "You are being targeted."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao pretended not to care, "It's normal for an outstanding person like me to be targeted, that is——what is the mission card?"

"...Underground arena, a life-saving item that only S-level dark mercenaries can have." After Song Zhiran finished speaking, he suddenly clicked on the optical brain, and a light and shadow projected down the screen.

This is a money transfer message. Feng Zhao saw it at first glance, and it felt like there were a lot of zeros.

One, two, three, four... seven, nine zeros!

"Gudong!" Feng Zhao swallowed uncontrollably. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch those zeros. He stretched out his hand before he suddenly realized what it was. Unfortunately, it was already too late to take it back. , because the hand has already been seized by the first step.

Song Zhiran grabbed the paw that was trying to touch his face, and warned, "There will be no next time."

Feng Zhao felt relieved, and was about to rejoice when he heard a "click".

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment before he vaguely realized something. He lowered his eyes to look at his wrist, and it took him a while to confirm that it was broken.

Broke, but didn't feel it...

It was only at this moment that Feng Zhao realized that there was a real problem with his pain-sensing nerves, and this problem seemed not as optimistic as he thought, so...the magic energy that caused his pain-sensing nerves was not there either. As simple as I imagined?

And the magic energy...

Feng Zhao's spiritual consciousness quickly began to search for that ray of devilish energy in his body before he realized it, and the more he searched, the more flustered, fearful, and restless Feng Zhao became inexplicably!

Song Zhiran felt a little bad after his ruthless hand. He wanted to keep a safe distance from Feng Zhao without any trace, and at the same time quickly swept behind Feng Zhao's pupils, and this sweep made him startled.

The devilish energy in Feng Zhao's glazed eyes took the initiative in the blink of an eye, and after Song Zhiran looked over, the black eyes just looked over, and then did not give Song Zhiran a chance to avoid it, his five fingers became claws , grabbed Song Zhiran's neck

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran wouldn't sit still and wait for death, the water sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was about to cut off the attacking claws.

But he didn't want to, when the water sword, which has always been invincible, fell on Feng Zhao's arm, the flame burst out, and it turned the water sword into mist in just a moment.

Song Zhiran's brows, which were already furrowed, suddenly tightened even more, and even more consideration in his extremely black eyes turned into vigilance.

At this time, Feng Zhao was acting like a prank, playing with the flame in his hand, approaching step by step, and the closer he got, the crazier the tumbling black airflow in his already dark eyes.

It is clamoring, approaching, approaching again, and then—possessing, and devouring.

If Lao Li was here at this time, he would have been terrified, and even shot directly to suppress Feng Zhao with his absolute strength.

however.

At this time, Lao Li was not there, and even other relevant insiders were not there. Even Song Zhiran, although he realized that it was bad at the moment, was not aware of the imminent crisis because he had been prepared for a long time.

Therefore, he lost his last chance to escape after all.

With a "Hula", the flames shot up, trapping Song Zhiran within an inch.

Song Zhiran did the same, using the space hourglass and the desert stone to isolate this square inch of land in another space, avoiding unnecessary losses to the outside world.

Then--

He hadn't had time to take out "Joking about Mountains and Seas", a mysterious item named "Magic Qi Prison", when his wrist was grabbed first, and then there was a "bang".

Feng Zhao's whole body suddenly pressed down, and he slammed Song Zhiran against the wall, and thick blood oozed from the back of his fragile head.

The smell of blood drove the demonic energy in Feng Zhao's eyes completely crazy.

Possession!

Devour!

Possession! !

Devour! ! !

Feng Zhao grabbed Song Zhiran's wrist with too much force, directly tore off his hand, and bit Song Zhiran's neck before Song Zhiran could react.

The moment the blood entered his throat, the devilish energy was like a source of infection, spreading crazily along his mouth——

however.

It was too late and then soon, almost at the moment when the devilish energy was about to break away from Feng Zhao's body and invade Song Zhiran's body, a sword light came from nowhere and fell suddenly.

The demonic energy trembled, and retreated in horror. Even because it was too frightened, it directly gave up the initiative to the host's mind and returned to lurking.

Feng Zhao, who was suddenly hit by a sword, fell straight down.

Song Zhiran subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch him, and the next second, he threw it away.

"Ah." The bad old man sighed softly, he had no choice but to catch him, and looked at the heir of Xuanwu blood in front of him, showing his big yellow teeth.

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran didn't care about the wound on his neck at all, he fixedly looked at the slovenly old man in front of him, and after ten seconds, said firmly: "Cao Yingxiong, Cao Lao!"

Bad old man: "!"

The bad old man immediately laughed "haha": "Old man, I have no name or surname, and I am not a great hero! Haha, hahaha... Are you a kid from the Song family, the Shui family, or the Gui family, old man..."

"How do you know that the boy must belong to these three families?" Song Zhiran said coldly, "A person without a name and surname will never know that Xuanwu's blood comes from these three families!"

Bad old man: "!!"

The bad old man cursed secretly, "Damn!", his expression changed a bit, he looked at the boy in front of him who was not easy to fool at all, and said with a toothache: "Boy, old man, I just saved your life!"

Song Zhiran sneered: "If it wasn't for you, Mr. Cao, who was playing tricks in secret, the boy's life wouldn't need to be troubled by you!"

Bad old man: "!!!"

The bad old man took a deep look at Song Zhiran, whose face was full of determination. His black eyes seemed to have seen through everything. He looked down at Feng Zhao on his arm, and suddenly he was happy.

Ha, the brat really knows how to find a wife, and if he finds someone who is not easy to fool, the days from now on will be interesting...

Hahahaha!

The old man was happy in his heart, but his face suddenly became serious. He flicked his fingers, threw a elixir, and said seriously: "About the smell...cough, Feng Zhao, how much did you guess?"

Song Zhiran said: "Not much, so I hope Mr. Cao will explain it in detail!"

The bad old man, or more precisely Cao Yingxiong, pondered for a while, and did not explain in detail, but simply said: "Feng Zhao has a special physique, which is the most suitable body for holding the devil."

Song Zhiran has long been aware of Feng Zhao's extremely yang body, but what he doesn't understand is: "The devil's energy is born from evil thoughts, how can we tolerate it?"

"The demonic wave in Xiyin Prefecture is about to rise, and the demonic energy will ravage the land. It's not far away." Cao Yingxiong sighed, as if he answered Song Zhiran's question, but he didn't seem to say anything, he just looked at Song Zhiran's eyes with a little extra touch Heavy sadness.

Song Zhiran's pupils shrank, his hands under the black sleeves were clenched tightly, and a certain thought jumped in his heart.

He got it!

Cao Yingxiong must know!

Cao Yingxiong smiled and said: "The Xuanwu blood is good at divination. I heard that more than 50 years ago, a wonderful old suzerain of the Shui family used his life to divination to calculate a chance of life, and this chance of life—"

Song Zhiran lowered his eyes.

Cao Yingxiong stopped short, and when he changed the topic, he returned to the previous matter about the devilish energy in Feng Zhao's body: "I originally wanted to use the devilish energy to stimulate Feng Zhao's desire to survive, so as to make him overcome the hatred in his heart. The fear of the flames, but I don't want to--that's all, whether it's self-defeating or spoiling the seedlings, now, what will happen to Feng Zhao in the future depends entirely on the destiny!"

Destiny?

If you look at the destiny, then human beings should have perished a long time ago, so why are there orcs?

Song Zhiran sneered in his heart, knowing that Yingxiong Cao must be fooling himself again, but so what?I am just a five-ring spiritual master, even if I am the heir of the Xuanwu lineage, in front of the real super power, I am nothing more than an ant.

even if it weren't for--

If he hadn't been burdened with the so-called ray of hope, Cao Yingxiong wouldn't have looked at him more.

What about Feng Zhao?

Why did Cao Yingxiong bother to pay attention to Feng Zhao?

"Cough, cough, cough!" Feng Zhao felt a rusty smell in his throat, coughed for a long time, and finally suppressed the unpleasant taste.

Then, as a matter of course, he remembered what happened not long ago, and thought of the series of zeros that Song Zhiran showed him. He immediately stood up, and followed Song Zhiran's footsteps: "Song Zhiran, hey, Song Zhiran! What did you mean just now? Are you an S-rank dark mercenary? You destroyed the opponent's mission life card, so you get... so much life money?"

Song Zhiran was stunned for a while before realizing that Feng Zhao's thoughts were still focused on the matter of being dominated by the demonic energy. He frowned, nodded, and added: "Give face to the underground arena."

Feng Zhao blinked and fully understood that the so-called mission life card was originally a kind of protection for the S-level dark mercenaries in the underground arena, whether it was for the sake of the underground arena or for the huge amount of life money that would follow. In fact, unless there is an endless life and death enmity, naturally they will not continue to be aggressive after smashing the mission card.

The underground arena is an organization of the same nature as the Healer Guild.If the Healer Guild is official and legal, then the underground arena is an unofficial and illegal existence.It is said that in this underground kingdom, not only the darkest side of the entire United Nations is hidden, but also the most powerful force coveted by the regular United Nations army.

Feng Zhao remembered that the bad old man once said that the real strong man is not in Xiyin State, but in the underground arena.

Feng Zhao didn't know why the real strong man was in Xiyin Prefecture, but he quite agreed that there would be a real strong man in the underground arena.

After all, it is said that there is a small competition in the underground arena every year, and a big competition every three years, and every game is a life-and-death match.

And the life-and-death match is the most helpful for people to break through the limit!

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao?" Huang Mao handed all the squid strips into Feng Zhao's mouth, took them back, and chewed them by himself, "Brother Zhao, if you don't move your chopsticks, I will finish eating! "

Feng Zhao came back to his senses, stood up suddenly, and said, "You eat first, I will continue to practice."

"Cultivation again? Brother Zhao, you—" Huang Mao didn't finish his sentence, and watched Feng Zhao walk out of the room with two long legs, and then left the small courtyard with a few light jumps.

In the small courtyard of the Feng family, in the small white building that had just been completed, there was only Huang Mao left.

Huangmao immediately became disoriented, but fortunately soon, his eyes flashed, and he thought of something, so he dialed a communication.

"He Jing, Brother He! Hey, thanks to your help in the previous matter, I have already said that I will invite you to dinner. Now it's just..."

slums.

Before Feng Zhao stepped into the small courtyard, he still had a small expectation, hoping that the bad old man had returned, but unfortunately, after seeing the small courtyard was clean, he knew that his hope was finally in vain.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao had already been mentally prepared, so he was just a little disappointed, and stepped into a utility room familiarly. After searching a few times, he found a black card in an old cabinet. cards.

On the front of the card were written "Underground Arena" in four large red characters painted in gold, and on the back were three manjusawa flowers, bright red like fireworks, charming and bloody.

"Old man, I don't know if something happened to you, or you went out for something, but... you threw away this card yourself, and then I picked it up from the trash, so, to a certain extent, It's mine too, right?"

Feng Zhao said with a smile, but the smile was less relaxed than before. He clenched the card tightly, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.

Feng Zhao was afraid of death.

Once he enters the underground arena, it means that he is wandering in the gate of hell every game, between life and death.

but.

Feng Zhao could feel that he had been practicing very seriously and hard these days, but he still couldn't feel the opportunity to break through. He even said that he would break through the fifth ring soon, but in fact, he still had a bad time. He had a premonition, a premonition that in the next few days, no matter how much he meditated and practiced, he still couldn't find an opportunity to break through.

The opportunity to break through the third ring!

Three days later, it will be the opening day of the Small Secret Realm of Mountains and Seas. If I can't reach the third ring, not to mention whether I can't form a team with Song Zhiran, just one point, the spiritual master of the second ring enters the secret realm, then I will definitely be like myself back then Same, being treated as a soft persimmon by one person after another...

Last time I had Huang Mao and Xu Yingjun as teammates, but this time it was only me.

And the mountain and sea secret realm may be able to escape, but what about the magic energy?

Five rings, at least five rings...

Feng Zhao thought of the things he had noticed again and again these days, so he closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, there was only firmness in his glazed eyes, "I'm the protagonist, I'm afraid of being silly, so I just—— "

Feng Zhao bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on the black card. After waiting for a few moments, the black card slowly vibrated and turned into a...button?

The button jumped, and swallowed the third button on Feng Zhao's shirt with a whimper, and settled down by himself, pretending to be a real button.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao carefully touched his second button. Fortunately, his storage had always been the second button, except that he was disguised as the first button on Beast Day because of special needs. Otherwise——

As if aware of the owner's unfriendly mood, the fake button was stabbed twice, and a little mechanical voice came out: "The new member number has been formed, hello new member number 888888, please set a nickname .”

"...I want to send it?"

"The nickname is duplicated, please reset it."

"Six or eight?"

"The nickname is duplicated, please reset it."

"Fat hair?"

"The nickname is duplicated, please reset it."

After being denied again and again, Feng Zhao's surprise completely disappeared. With a blank expression on his face, he spit out four words: "I want to ascend to the ring."

"Ding! The nickname is set successfully. Congratulations to the new member whose nickname is 'I want to ascend the ring' to join the underground arena!"

After the mechanical milk voice finished, a series of crackling firecrackers sounded in Feng Zhao's ears, as if someone was really setting off firecrackers to celebrate him.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao praised the overly realistic high-tech of the underground arena in his heart, so much so that he went around under the guidance of the self-proclaimed "guiding elf". After entering the underground arena, he looked like an underground kingdom. The ordinary new world actually showed a mysterious calmness.

This Xiang Feng Zhao entered the underground arena, and it didn't take long for the first life-and-death arena match in his life to begin quickly, and the sun rose and set and the dusk ushered in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard of the slums.

After Song Zhiran looked at the huge word "unfinished" flashing on the optical brain, a paragraph quickly popped up in the column "monitoring unmarried partner" at the bottom of the menu.

"After monitoring, Mr. Song Zhiran and Mr. Feng Zhao...haven't finished. The sweetness value will be deducted by 100, and the unmarried partner agreement will be extended for 10 days."

Song Zhiran's extremely dark eyes stared deeply at the time of the unmarried couple's agreement in the upper left corner. After a long time, he lifted the water-colored sword in his hand and pierced the attacker's heart.

Because of the death of the attacker, the body hidden in the shadow cloak slowly emerged, revealing a face of death.

And when Song Zhiran focused his eyes on this man's face, a sneak attacker who was also hiding under the shadow cloak immediately seized the opportunity, approached quickly, and stabbed Song Zhiran's back with a clenched dagger——

With a "bang", a huge force suddenly shot down.

The sneak attacker still had joy in his eyes that he was about to succeed in the mission, but his whole body was like sand, quickly disintegrated and turned into a lump.

Song Zhiran turned around, glanced at the invisible attacker on the ground, and pursed his lips in displeasure: "Elder Heikui, you are too harsh."

It is so serious that let alone keeping alive for torture, even if it is sent to the Healer Guild for questioning, the other party has every reason to deny it.

The one called Elder Hei Kui was an old man wearing a black robe. He was somewhat similar to Elder Bai Ze in terms of their attire, and even their faces.

However, one of them is white, the other is black, one is good at healing, and the other is good at killing.

After Elder Bai Ze was sent by Song Zhiran to the clan to convey the news, Elder Hei Kui turned the darkness into light, always preparing for possible crises.

Just like just now——

Elder Hei Kui killed the attacker and protected Song Zhiran in a moment of close contact.

Although, Song Zhiran didn't really need protection, he was just deliberately using himself as a bait to get him out...

pity.

Song Zhiran frowned, and suppressed the emotion in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeves, he was about to leave the dilapidated courtyard where it was said that the last Feng Zhao might stay.

Hei Kui followed silently, but Song Zhiran, who didn't want to take two steps, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look, "Young master, what's wrong?"

Song Zhiran pursed his lips, his extremely black eyes darted around the small courtyard quickly, and then landed on the courtyard wall. On the dilapidated courtyard wall, a bird hopped around, as if looking for some delicious food, but , after Song Zhiran's sharp gaze stayed for more than a full minute——

The bird flapped its wings and flew away.

The courtyard wall was empty, except for the cluster of green moss, there was no living thing.

"Young Master, what did you find?" Hei Kui asked, his footsteps were slightly sideways, and he was in a protective attitude.

Song Zhiran was silent for a while, shook his head and turned around, but the moment he turned around, countless water arrows flew away - the target was the empty courtyard wall.