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

Song Zhiran was already sensitive to people's gaze, not to mention Feng Zhao's eyes were so unfriendly, which gave him enough reason to suspect that this guy wanted to have a fight with him!

Coincidentally, he already had this intention!

A water sword suddenly appeared in his palm, Song Zhiran's black robe billowed and his silver hair danced. He who was originally silent and indifferent like a passer-by, suddenly turned into a ruthless sword fairy.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao jumped out of the distance with a bang, and the light elements around him quickly floated, and in the nick of time, he condensed a shield in front of him.

"Click" sound.

The water sword split the shield, and during the short time when the light element collapsed, Feng Zhao, who was only a mere ring, was able to roll on the spot, and because of good luck, he escaped from the sword light and hooked with his long arm. When it reached Song Zhiran's calf, he pulled it hard!

Song Zhiran suddenly became unsteady on his feet, the murderous intent in the water sword stopped suddenly, and his whole body fell down like a building that was about to fall.

Feng Zhao was overjoyed, with the mentality of never being a backstop, so he turned over and rolled again——

"Bang!" He hit his forehead against the wall, and only then realized that he had nowhere to go...

So, Song Zhiran——

Feng Zhao looked at the face that suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and was terrified in his heart. He clenched his fist and swung it up suddenly.

Ever since, what was supposed to be a good fight between spiritual masters turned into a hand-to-hand fight in the blink of an eye. You come and go, you go up and down, punching to the flesh.

***

Feng Zhao came home with a pig's face.

Seeing his appearance, Huang Mao didn't even bother to say the good news, and turned to look for the ointment, but when the ointment was found, he saw that Feng Zhao had returned to normal, eating gracefully with a bowl, and the speed was still fast. The thief was so fast, in the blink of an eye, there was only pepper left in the plate of spicy chicken.

Seeing Huang Mao's eyes, Feng Zhao said, "I'm hungry, so I'll eat first."

What can Huang Mao say, he can only join the eating team quickly, trying to eat a few bites before another plate of pork belly is caught on the disc.

After a sumptuous dinner, Feng Zhao leaned back on the chair for a while like a master, and then began to walk around after the meal to digest food. While walking, he didn't forget to ask Huang Mao some business matters.

For example, how much did you earn today?

Another example, after considering the previous publicity fees, the cost of hiring hosts and security guards, etc., how much did they earn?

Huang Mao's original name was Huang Fa, and getting rich was the lifelong expectation of his gambling parents.It's a pity that the parents were sent to reincarnation by the casino when Huang Mao was 11 years old before they got rich, and Feng Zhao picked up Huang Mao, who was as big as a bean, and went home.

At that time, Feng Zhao was ten years old, and the awakening of the beast spirit failed again. All he wanted was to eat a good meal to soothe his fragile heart. Unfortunately, it was too expensive to eat outside, and he couldn't eat it himself, and his sister fought back better than him. Disabled.So he abducted a long-term worker for himself as a matter of course.

Fortunately, Huang Mao lived up to Feng Zhao's eager expectations, but if Feng Zhao can name one, two, three dishes, Huang Mao can make seven or eight eight after trying it a few times, which is barely good.

Just

Feng Zhao looked at Huang Mao's iconic yellow hair, which was sparse, fluffy and slightly curled, coupled with that overly marked oval face, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a man, oh, male.

"Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao—" Huang Mao wiped his hands and shook Feng Zhao vigorously in front of Feng Zhao's eyes. Could it be that you want the Overlord to fight hard and get beaten?"

"You're the overlord!" Feng Zhao angrily slapped Huang Mao's approaching face away, and snorted coldly, "This is a fight with Song Zhiran!"

"Because the Overlord is going hard..."

"On P, does my face still use the overlord? I have always been under the overlord, okay?" Feng Zhao gave Huang Mao a contemptuous look, then thought of Song Zhiran's panda eyes, He said proudly, "The guy surnamed Song has always relied on the fact that he has more spiritual rings than Lao Tzu to resist Lao Tzu. This time, hey! I will not seize the opportunity to get revenge!"

As for paying the price of a pig's face in order to get revenge on the opponent's pair of panda eyes, is this a thing?

It doesn't matter!

After all, one's own light element can heal itself in minutes.

Of course, in order not to be hurt again, Feng Zhao cleverly didn't use the light element to heal himself immediately, but used it after returning home.

Huang Mao has been by Feng Zhao's side for many years, and Feng Zhao can get a lot of things with just a small look, so he can't help but feel a little worried: "Brother Zhao, since you and Song Zhiran are still at loggerheads, then today you will not get along with Song Zhiran." It shouldn't be an engagement, this engagement is settled, and according to the agreement, you still have a lot of partner activities to participate in!"

Yes, according to the regulations of the United Nations, in order to maintain the feelings of each couple, there are corresponding couple activities every year and every month, either mandatory or optional.

As for Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran, because it was their first year, they were mostly compulsory activities for two people, commonly known as show of affection activities.

Feng Zhao had studied this a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the one who wanted to show affection to him would be Song Zhiran, his deadly enemy.

Feng Zhao felt a bit of a toothache when he thought of this, but at the moment, it was Song Zhiran who had the real toothache. When he returned to school, he realized that one of his front teeth was shaking, and he subconsciously licked it with his tongue. After two clicks, it's...

Lost.

Lost……

Up...

Song Zhiran looked at the snow-white front teeth in his hands, he felt bad all over, he endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, when he flicked his sleeves, the surrounding things that were swept by the sleeves cracked inch by inch and fell to the ground.

"Young master..." He Jing, who was dressed in black and strong, said with a worried expression on his face, "Do you want to invite Elder Bai Ze over?"

"Need not!"

"Can……"

"go out!"

There was a low cold sound, accompanied by the sudden closing of the bathroom door, with a "bang", He Jing couldn't back up, his nose was severely injured, and his nose bleed instantly.

He Jing's reaction to this was flat, but after wiping his nosebleeds twice, he seemed to have thought of something, dialed the optical brain, and called Elder Bai Ze to treat him.

In the bathroom.

Song Zhiran, who was trying to soften the violent and murderous water element, hoping to heal himself, suddenly felt the gentle light element fall on his body, and then the soreness and pain in his eyes disappeared, and his gums were slightly itchy. Soon, A perfect front tooth has grown back.

Song Zhiran looked at himself in the mirror, complex flashes of anger and annoyance flashed in his extremely dark eyes, and finally they all fell heavily on his eyes, turning into an ordinary indifference.

"Young Master!" He Jing bowed respectfully, and said to Song Zhiran who walked out of the bathroom, "Your subordinate just suffered a nose injury and was bleeding, so I invited Elder Bai Ze to help treat it."

Elder Bai Ze has white hair and beard, and is dressed in a snow-white robe. From the inside to the outside, he exudes a fairy-like temperament, but he has a mouth.

He opened his mouth and said: "Which bastard actually did something to you, young master? You did it right away, and even punched a pair of panda eyes? Wo Ri is a stern ancestor, and the young master's front teeth can be moved by him as a bastard." Yes? Young Master, tell the old man, and the old man will greet his eighteenth ancestor kindly immediately..."

"Enough!" Song Zhiran drank off Elder Bai Ze's swear words, glanced at He Jing who was trying to pretend to be the background board, took a deep breath and said, "Elder Bai Ze, you came just in time, I have one It's up to you to do it."

Elder Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, his eyes lit up, and then there was an extra book in his hand. On the cover was an extremely eclectic picture, with five large characters written in the middle of the picture: Longyang Eighteen Styles .

"Young master, since you were born, I know that your life is dominated by water, and your nature is yin, so—hehehe, I specially leave these good things for you—oh!"

The wretched smile of Elder Bai Ze was smacked by the book, only a pair of eyes looked at the instigator in puzzlement.

Song Zhiran took a deep breath again, and said, "You go back to the family right away, just say that my engagement has been made, and I will get married in three years!"

"Alright, alright, young master, you can actually get in the car first..."

"Shut up, listen to me!" Song Zhiran glared at Elder Bai Ze who opened his mouth, and said word by word, "Tell grandpa and them that my relationship with my unmarried partner is very good, very good! So, let them make sure, make sure! Get those scumbags out—"

Elder Bai Ze blinked and wanted to say something, but under Song Zhiran's overly sinister eyes, he silently closed his mouth again, nodded, flicked his sleeves in a fairy-tale manner, and floated away.

He Jing was worried: "Young master, the suzerain and the elders may not believe what Elder Bai Ze said."

Song Zhiran's extremely dark eyes took a deep look at He Jing who no longer pretended to be the background board, and after a while he said coldly: "I will let them believe it."

***

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" After three consecutive sneezes, Feng Zhao didn't bother to continue counting the coins, pulled a tissue and blew his nose forcefully, then smiled, "A total of 100 spirit coins , plus the income from the optical brain, this time we will earn 300 spirit coins, which is [-] spirit crystals."

"Oh, by the way, there is another precious crystal!"

Feng Zhaocheng took out a precious crystal from the storage button, shook it in front of Huang Mao's eyes, then quickly chirped, and then drooled while thinking: "It would be great if I could get a precious crystal every day... ...No, three days, no, one a year is fine... Ten years later, I will have ten, which is even better than that of the Zhang family!"

Huang Mao realistically reminded: "Brother Zhao, Baojing is a dowry gift, good luck is only once in a lifetime."

"That's not necessarily true. What if I invite relatives in three years? Three years and three years...wait!" Feng Zhao's happy voice trembled suddenly, and he sat up instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on , turn on the optical brain and pull hard.

At the bottom of the optical brain menu, there are a few big characters "monitoring unmarried partner", Feng Zhao trembling fingers, tap lightly:

After monitoring, Mr. Feng Zhao and Mr. Song Zhiran fought for half an hour for no reason. The nature was extremely bad and the circumstances were extremely serious. The sweetness value was deducted by 10000, and the unmarried partner agreement was forcibly extended by 1000 days.