Yes, it seems like it might be about...

own head...

Feng Zhao's eyes went completely dark, and he fell down. After he fell, the wisp of devilish energy pinched by his fingertips immediately seized the opportunity and wanted to run away.

No, it doesn't want to return to the host's body, but to change the host!

It must be replaced immediately!

This one is the best!

The reason why the magic energy can't wait is not only because the future host in front of it is more compatible with it, but because there is something wrong with the original host, not something, but very, very, very... ah!

Demon Qi let out a scream that no one could hear.

A cluster of small bright red flames suddenly appeared, and when the devilish energy was about to seep into Song Zhiran's wound, it was engulfed, and then dragged into Feng Zhao's body forcefully like a dead dog.

At the same time, the flames around Feng Zhao who were still fighting against Song Zhiran's spirit ring suddenly extinguished with a uniform puff as if they had received an order.

Everything, as if nothing happened.

If it wasn't for the comatose Feng Zhao still pressing on Song Zhiran, if Song Zhiran hadn't overturned Feng Zhao with difficulty, sat up slowly behind him, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was as white as paper.

Everything is really as if nothing happened.

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