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

Feng Zhao had a nightmare all night. In the dream, he turned into an ugly, bald chicken, and was chased and killed mercilessly by Song Zhiran, his sworn enemy, with a kitchen knife. It seemed...

Want to stew him in a pot?

Feng Zhao stared blankly at the old ceiling, and after a while, sighed quietly: "Since ancient times, beauty is so unlucky, it must be that Father Tiandao is jealous of my beauty in this prosperous age, so he deliberately made a bald ugly chicken to trick me... ..."

Alas, these days, there are many cheaters, and there are also many cheaters.

What can the cub do?

Cubs can't do it either.

Fortunately, Zaier still has the aura of the protagonist. Although it seemed to be invalid yesterday, today is a new day!

Feng Zhao comforted himself successfully, and after applying another expensive facial mask, he was full of energy and ready to go out.

"Brother Zhao, are you still coming back for breakfast?" Huang Mao wiped his hands on the apron while speaking, lifted the lid of the pot, and a familiar fresh scent came to his nostrils.

It's fried buns!

Feng Zhao paused as he walked outside the courtyard, stepped back, sat at the dining table and said: "The body is the first capital of the revolution. To maintain a good body, you must start with breakfast."

Huang Mao smiled, put a fried bun on a plate and handed it over, "Brother Zhao, how about tasting it first? If it tastes good, I'll make it tomorrow."

Feng Zhao's eyes stayed on the pan-fried buns, and while inhaling the hot aroma with his nose, he still reminded: "You have to go to class tomorrow, and the most important thing is your studies."

"It's easy to make a steamed stuffed bun, and it won't delay your studies, but—" Huang Mao hesitated, and then reminded, "Brother Zhao, Sister Feng Wu should know about your engagement, what do you think about it?" ?"

When Feng Zhao heard the word "Feng Wu", he bit half of the pan fried bun, swallowed it or spit it out, his handsome face contorted for a moment, and finally killed the fried pan with a fearless posture. Bag.

"Hi, it tastes good." Feng Zhao praised the delicious pan-fried buns, and he couldn't help shivering when he thought of the irascible old lady who must have set foot on the return journey with two knives at this moment, and continued The interest in tasting fried buns is gone.

but--

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes turned to look at Huang Mao: "My sister should not know about the relationship between me and Song Zhiran's deadly enemy?"

The word "ba" was bitten very hard, which is obviously a hint.

When Huang Mao heard the words, he immediately returned a look that I understand, and gave him a slap.

Feng Zhao narrowed his eyes: "10!"

"40, Brother Zhao, the money for 4 cups of milk tea, you won't be so stingy, will you?" Huang Mao scorned his face.

Feng Zhao snorted coldly, just as he was about to lower the price, when he suddenly heard the sound of familiar footsteps, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly made an "OK" gesture, then quickly sat up straight and ate elegantly.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and turned to look at the gate of the courtyard.

as predicted.

In less than three seconds, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a petite figure walked in. He had a high ponytail, an oval face, and was wearing a red riding suit. He looked extraordinarily heroic.

Or to describe it more accurately, very tough?

Out of the corner of Feng Zhao's eyes, he glanced at the machete in Feng Wu's hand, and shook the hand holding the fried bun, the bun fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled to Feng Wu's feet.

Feng Wu's small eyes narrowed for a moment, and when her gaze slowly fell from the fragile pan-fried buns to her fragile brother, the hand holding the machete was slowly lifted up, as if she was thinking about where to come from. Cutting the knife at an angle is faster, better and more educational.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao's hairs stood on end, and he no longer cared about putting on airs. He moved his fingers quickly on the optical brain, and dialed a number that was forcibly marked as an emergency contact.

It was too late to say it, and at the same time as the communication sound "beep--", the machete had been raised high, and it was about to strike down with a mighty force.

A light screen projection unfolded, and a very elegant face appeared.

Feng Wu's movements stopped, and Song Zhiran's eyes met with Song Zhiran in the light screen, both of them were at a loss.

Feng Zhao coughed and showed a head from one side: "Hi, dear Xiao Ranran, good morning~~~"

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran's face turned blue from the disgust, so much so that he forgot to turn off the communication immediately.

Feng Zhao didn't dare to give his rival time to react, so he immediately made a bigger move: "Xiao Ranran, did you pay attention to the last column under the optical brain menu? Oh, our engagement time has been extended by 1000 days, hey..."

The last word "Hey" was not spoken, the light screen flashed and disappeared, obviously Song Zhiran cut off the communication.

But it doesn't matter, with Song Zhiran's still-readable face leading the charge, it will be much easier to fool his elder sister next!

Feng Zhao used his superb skills as an [-]th-line actor in his previous life to show Feng Wu a hesitant expression, then a hesitant gesture, and finally coughed lightly, touching his nose with his hands The elbow lightly bumped Feng Wu's arm, and softly called: "Sister~"

Feng Wu, Feng Wu is a little disgusted: "Speak well!"

Feng Zhao pouted and complained: "Sister, have you changed your mind? We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's fine if we don't give a gift when we meet, and you even threatened me with a knife!"

Feng Wu, Feng Wu silently raised her knife.

Feng Zhao's back felt cold, and he quickly jumped away, coughing lightly and returning to his normal tone: "Sister, if you have something to say, speak up!"

Huang Mao also cautiously reminded from the side: "Sister Feng Wu, brother Zhao only has one ring, you...you should be careful."

"If I hadn't remembered that you only had one ring, my mother would have wanted to chop you a few times a long time ago. You are so eccentric and disgusting." Feng Wu spouted angrily, rolled her eyeballs, and sternly said, "Be honest, what's the matter with the public recruitment? Do you want to cling to Bai Fumei again? Ah——"

I have to say, Sister Mo Ruo, my younger brother, although Feng Zhao's desire to take shortcuts to get rich has never been mentioned, but Feng Wu has already felt it.

Feng Wu felt heartbroken when she thought of this: "Xiao Zhao, how many times have I told you that it's true that you want to be rich, and who doesn't want to be rich? Share the harvest, if you don’t follow the normal path, you must rely on your face to make crooked ways, you—”

"How many years can you look at your face? Ten years, 20 years, 50 years after 50 years? What will you do? Ah? At that time, you will have no face and no ability. Do you want to be like that old man in the slums? Go out and beg everywhere?"

"I want to be a bad old man... Uh, sister! Sister! Knife, knife!" Feng Zhao hurriedly raised his hands high, holding his sister's slender wrist, looking at the machete close at hand, gasped, "Sister, It doesn't matter if my face is disfigured once you slash with this knife, what should I do if my life is gone?"

Feng Wu calmly said, "Nothing, your light element affinity is 100%, as long as you have a breath, you can live!"

Feng Zhao choked, and could only turn his head to give Huang Mao a look.

Huang Mao hurried over and said: "Sister Feng Wu, don't be angry, you first listen to Brother Zhao, that... that... Well, yes, although Brother Zhao is recruiting relatives publicly, in fact, it is, it is also that kind of thing , Then what's going on..."

"It's also to provoke Song Zhiran!" Feng Zhao answered quickly, with a sweet smile in his shy smile, and said loudly, "I have liked Song Zhiran for a long time~~"

I like Song Zhiran for a long time...

I have liked Song Zhiran for a long time...

I like it for a long time...

like……

like!

Song Zhiran stood at the open gate of the courtyard, ten thousand grass-mud horses roared past with the word "like" in his head, a pair of extremely black eyes flashed with light, and his lips were slightly pursed, because the master was too hard , sipping out a gorgeous color.

"Young master." He Jing stood aside and thought carefully for a full minute before slowly reminding, "The young master has been provoking you before, treated you badly, and even tried to put a sack on you. Maybe it's because...he just wanted your attention?"

Song Zhiran didn't speak, just turned his head, his eyes were dark.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"What did you say?"

He Jing thought for a while, and replied: "Young master, some of his previous actions may be just to attract..."

"What do you call him?" Song Zhiran interrupted in a low voice.

"Young mistress?"

"Shut up!" Song Zhiran's suddenly raised voice made He Jing shut up, and at the same time attracted Feng Zhao who was confessing his sincerity to Song Zhiran to Feng Wu.

How should I put it, when Feng Zhao was immersed in the "affectionate male second" character setting and couldn't extricate himself, he was suddenly slammed with a stick, and he was a little confused.

This kind of ignorance made his body stiff as if it was rusted. It took him a while to turn his head, and met a pair of extremely black eyes.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Song Zhiran: "..."

Feng Zhao tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Song Zhiran pursed his lips hard, there was a touch of rouge on his cold white skin, and against the silvery white hair on his cheeks, he was actually so charming.

Seeing this, Feng Wu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Song Zhiran, then at Feng Zhao, then at Feng Zhao, and finally scanned Song Zhiran's body for a few times.

This future son-in-law, not to mention his handsome appearance, also has a dusty air that ordinary people don't have. Of course, the most important thing is that this brother-in-law's black robe is inlaid with a circle of gold borders that seem to be there. Low.

So, although Song Zhiran is not Bai Fumei, he is definitely tall, rich and handsome, so his younger brother's poor acting skills...maybe it's not acting, is it true?

The more Feng Wu thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case. Since this was the case, she quickly put away the machete in her hand, put on a smiling face, and was about to speak, when the guy standing behind her future son-in-law suddenly took a step forward, respectful to her brother-in-law a bow.

He Jing said: "Subordinate He Jing, I have met Young Mistress!"

His subordinate, He Jing, met the young mistress...

Met young grandma...

Young Mistress...