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

Huang Mao's exclamation interrupted Xu Yingjun, who was still talking, and woke up Feng Zhao, who was full of waste.

Feng Zhao hurriedly took the paper towel handed over by Huang Mao, wiped it, and said solemnly: "There is too much aura in the mountain and sea secret realm, it's too much!"

Huangmao: "...Okay, Brother Zhao, as long as you are happy."

Feng Zhao immediately slapped his yellow hair, and then planned to go back to have a good sleep, but was stopped by Xu Yingjun before leaving.

Xu Yingjun touched his lips and coughed, and finally said bluntly: "We have signed up for the Wuzhou Contest."

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, then said "Oh", and continued to prepare to go back to sleep, but he didn't want to move anymore. He blinked, looked at Xu Yingjun who blocked him, and frowned. His sleepy brain finally came to his senses, "You The 'we'...does that include me?"

When Feng Zhao was told that he had signed up for the Wuzhou Contest, Song Zhiran had already contacted the family for the first time on this matter.

On the communication light screen, old man Song with long hair but black and white said solemnly: "I know, according to the agreement, you should be back."

"...Five years haven't come yet." Song Zhiran replied coldly, his brows were tightened with obvious displeasure, and he said, "You said that I will be responsible for everything about myself, but this time—"

This time, the decision to participate in the five-state competition was not his wish, and he would not be responsible if it was not his wish!

Mr. Song heard the meaning of Song Zhiran's words, frowned, and said, "I heard that your partner is also going to participate, don't you want to accompany your partner to participate in the competition? Or, what did you tell Elder Bai to tell you to join the competition with your partner?" The relationship is very good, just fooling me and the elders?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiran's strength immediately dissipated a bit. He pursed his lips, and after a while he sneered, and turned against the general: "I just left the mountain and sea secret realm with my partner, how could he sign up for the Wuzhou Contest ?”

Elder Song laughed when he heard the words. He said, "It turns out that you two went to the secret realm together. I said why the application form of the boy named Feng Zhao almost failed the review. It turns out that someone wrote it for him."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song was rarely complacent, he said, "When I submitted the application for you, I also helped that kid pass the review by the way, Fang Xin, although Grandpa is in Huangzhou, he is here Dongling State is still a bit thin."

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran held back for a long time before saying "thank you", but after cutting off the communication, he shot his sharp gaze at He Jing who was beside him.

He Jing maintained a respectful kneeling posture, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"The reason." Song Zhiran asked coldly.

He Jing was silent for a long time before answering truthfully: "Young master, the starting time of Yaoguang Holy Land and the Wuzhou Competition is about half a month apart. Therefore, the number of places for the Holy Land this time is directly related to the number of entries for the competition. Hook, if you... want to enter the Holy Land, you must participate in the competition! And—"

"And young master, the agreement between you and Mr. Feng Zhao's unmarried partner has been extended for more than five years. If your body is not repaired as soon as possible..."

He Jing couldn't say what happened next, but in the end, he said bluntly, "Young Master, you and Mr. Feng are already bound together, why not deepen it..." Does it matter?

He Jing couldn't say the last few words at all, a huge force suddenly hit his chest, he flew out, hit the wall with a "bang", and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Song Zhiran walked up to him step by step, looked down at him, his cold gaze fell on He Jing like the sharpest knife, making him feel pain and trembling in his rough-skinned and thick-skinned body.

He Jing knew that this was the guardian's secret agreement ceremony at work, so she said—Young Master, I'm really angry!

Compared with He Jing, Gui Mingxuan, who was originally a guardian but has now been expelled, is being summoned again by the patriarch, Mr. Song.

Under the dim light, Mr. Song's previously gentle face towards Song Zhiran disappeared when he looked at Gui Mingxuan, "Gui Mingxuan, why did you come back?"

Gui Mingxuan answered this question respectfully for the third time with his head bowed: "The young master has orders, Mingxuan must obey them!"

"What order?" Elder Song asked again.

"The young master asked Mingxuan to return home, and wait for him to return." Gui Mingxuan also answered this question for the third time. From his attitude to tone, he seemed to be more at ease than the previous few times, and he did not leak anything.

however.

This time, after Gui Mingxuan's words fell, a huge coercion suddenly hit him, his whole body trembled, his legs softened, and he knelt down directly, bleeding from his seven orifices.

Mr. Song looked at Gui Mingxuan's miserable situation indifferently, and after a while, he asked again: "Why did you come back?"

Gui Mingxuan's ears were filled with blood, and his eyes, nose, and mouth were also dripping with blood. It stands to reason that he could not have heard Mr. Song's question again. However, the voice that seemed to hit the soul directly rang in his mind , so that he can't escape, there's no way to escape.

Gui Mingxuan clenched his fists and his lips trembled. After a long, long time, he was sure that he really had only two choices, either to answer honestly or die, and then he succumbed and said, "Mingxuan... Attempt to get married with one person in order to prevaricate the family arrangement and repeatedly admonished..."

"But the young master insists on not changing it, Mingxuan has no choice but to find another way, targeting the person who is married to the young master, but he doesn't want to..."

Gui Mingxuan bit his lips, lowered his head a little, but his voice was resonant, "The young master is angry with me because of this, and drove me away!"

***

Feng Zhao is dreaming.

Feng Zhao is very sure that he is dreaming, and it is a dream that is very suitable for thinking by day and dreaming by night.

In the dream, he clearly looked down on the dream from the perspective of God, but somehow he was able to easily get what he was thinking in the dream.

Amidst the raging flames, the top black cassock propped up a small and safe space.

Feng Zhao woke up from the drowsiness and fear. After accidentally touching Song Zhiran's cool body again and again, his heart was beating, his face was bright red, and his drooping eyelashes were shaking wildly.

When Song Zhiran gave him Baojing Land, he subconsciously thought it was "Jade Power", and subconsciously made up some unnecessary entanglements in his mind.

even--

Feng Zhao, from God's perspective, clearly noticed that he moved his body quietly, trying to get close to Song Zhiran's actions.

And then, Song Zhiran should have asked him if he wanted Baojing, but it was gone, so, of course, his attempt to get close to Song Zhiran did not stop, not only did not, but he made more and more progress.

Finally, he saw the dazzling white body again.

It's a pity that the beautiful scenery glimpsed in the daytime is just a flash in the pan again in the dream, and then the dream suddenly jumps to the next scene.

Still in the same place and the same position, the difference is that the self in the dream is in the form of a beast.

Feng Zhao from God's perspective looked at his animalized appearance in the dream, and looked at the soft fluff on his naked body, no matter how he looked at it, he thought it was good-looking, cute, beautiful, the most beautiful in the world!

however.

These hairs were suddenly taken away by the water rushing from nowhere, and Feng Zhao, who was from God's perspective, had no time to regret, and realized that he had woken up from his dream.

However, he didn't wake up, not only didn't he wake up, he seemed to know something, deliberately pretended to be unconscious until——

Song Zhiran walked over.

Song Zhiran with short silver-white hair, wearing a blue robe, even though his short hair looks like a dog gnaws, even though his blue robe is stained with a lot of dust, but walking past him...

No, from the moment he entered his dream, Feng Zhao from God's perspective felt that his dream suddenly became brighter.

As for the self in the dream, he was waiting for an instant, and when Song Zhiran squatted down as if to check his body, he suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

That's right, the Feng Zhao in the dream, the Feng Zhao in the animal form, just used those bare chicken wings to grab Song Zhiran.

Feng Zhao from God's perspective was very confused by this, but soon, he couldn't care less about the confusion, because he was shocked to find that the self in the dream quickly embraced Song Zhiran with two wings.

And Song Zhiran, after being shocked for three seconds, didn't even struggle.

Not only did he not struggle, but he didn't know what to say to himself in the dream...

Yes, Feng Zhao from God's perspective didn't know why he couldn't hear what Song Zhiran said, and even himself who could feel the thoughts and touches conveyed by him in the dream didn't know what Song Zhiran said.

Feng Zhao had reason to suspect that what he said was purely his own imagination.

And because I couldn't imagine what Song Zhiran might say, I just blurted it out...

Feng Zhao from God's perspective was a bit regretful, but the animalized self in the dream was very excited and in high spirits. He opened his chicken mouth and groaned a few times before starting to bargain.

Feng Zhao didn't know why he bargained, but what he knew was——

Song Zhiran, who had been trapped by Feng Zhao in the dream with his two wings, suddenly struck at his chicken head, and then pulled it hard.

Talk again!

Talk again!

Feng Zhao from God's perspective: "!"

Feng Zhao from God's perspective looked at the three beautiful feathers on his head in the dream, and suddenly had such a bad premonition.

as predicted.

After Song Zhiran failed to pull Lingyu, Feng Zhao in the dream immediately became complacent and bargained again.

But this time, although Feng Zhao still didn't know what he was talking about, he vaguely guessed that the self in the dream seemed to be bargaining with his feathers!

as predicted.

After haggling for a price, the self in the dream was immediately elated, lifted the chicken wing, pulled it again, tore off one of the most beautiful feathers, and handed it to Song Zhiran.

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