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

Huang Baozhu took a closer look, "It seems that the color may be a bit wrong. But Feng Zhao's eyes are usually white, no, the color of colored glaze, which is particularly transparent, is now dyed red in the flames. normal."

"But there's a little more dullness in this red!" Old man Ji emphasized.

Huang Baozhu looked around again, and just as he was about to nod his head, Lao Li on the side had already said, "Feng Zhao, you've always been afraid of fire."

"What, afraid of fire?" Huang Baozhu exclaimed, then thought of something, and then looked at Feng Zhao who was standing quietly in the flames on the screen, only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, and his whole body was chilly, " He, so this child Feng Zhao was really assimilated by the demonic energy?"

"No, he won't be assimilated, he should be...influenced." Lao Li sighed, received the suspicious gazes of old man Ji and Huang Baozhu, and simply stopped hiding, and said directly, "Feng Zhao's The beast spirit should be a phoenix, and it belongs to the fire phoenix."

Rumor has it that the Phoenix Nirvana, the Phoenix Flame is the nemesis of monsters.

It's just that I don't know why, the ray of devilish energy that entered Feng Zhao's body at the beginning not only failed to pull out the phoenix flame from Feng Zhao's body as planned, but instead often took the opportunity to cause trouble?

Song Zhiran was also in this confusion.

In the dark haunted house, Song Zhiran stopped Feng Zhao's outstretched hand, couldn't stop Feng Zhao's mouth, stopped his mouth, the opponent's paw landed on his waist again, rubbed it around, and brought the opponent's burning body They're all over.

"Bang" with a muffled sound.

Song Zhiran was pressed against the wall, his hot breath fell on his cheek, and someone's aggrieved voice sounded next to his ear: "You don't mean what you say, scoundrel!"

"...You're enough!" Song Zhiran said coldly, tilted his head, and used a water curtain to block Feng Zhao 2.0's overly hot breath, and at the same time suppressed his body's instinctive clamor.

Feng Zhao 2.0 bared his teeth and claws at the water curtain for a while, and was completely wronged. With a puff, a small spark appeared, easily burning through the water curtain, and his head stuck to Song Zhiran's body again.

Song Zhiran was about to react, but suddenly heard an aggrieved voice in his ear, "Song Zhiran, have you changed your mind? You obviously agreed to have sex with me before, why did you change your mind so quickly, hmph!"

"...Don't talk nonsense, when will I..." Song Zhiran didn't say anything, but a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and he thought of something.

"Why don't you talk? You! Have you really changed your mind?" Feng Zhao 2.0 was furious immediately, a red light flashed in his gray eyes in the darkness, and he pushed Song Zhiran who was already pressed against the wall with all his strength. With a strong tug, "Give me back my feathers!"

Song Zhiran was silent. In the darkness, he clenched his lips unconsciously, and for the first time, he wished he could hack himself to death with a sword in shame and indignation.

But soon, Song Zhiran realized that the matter with Lingyu was not his fault at all. After all, he was not a bird. He only knew that birds sent their tail feathers for pleasure, but Lingyu...

Is this a thing?

It's certainly not the same thing.

The problem is, Feng Zhao's beast-like image is not hairy, so Feng Zhao 2.0 decisively sent out feathers to express his affection when he had no tail feathers, but he never expected it!

"You took my feathers and changed your mind, now... are you still using my feathers? Hmph, it's useless for you to change your mind now!"

Speaking of this, Feng Zhao 2.0's tail was about to curl up in pride, he pressed the person against the wall again, and started talking to his partner as a matter of course and justifiably——

Even though Song Zhiran was shocked by the belated "truth", he had already guarded against Feng Zhao, and immediately turned his head away, and then——

My ears hurt suddenly.

Feng Zhao 2.0 grabbed Song Zhiran's ear, and grinded it with his teeth like a punishment, but in the end, when Song Zhiran yelped in pain, his flattery became sweeter.

boom!

Song Zhiran only felt a surge of heat surge into his brain, so that his rationality was instantly disconnected, allowing the guy who was pressing him to immediately seize the opportunity, spread out along the pinna, and go a step further.

In the darkness, an ambiguous air current is surging, all voices are swallowed between the lips and teeth, and the heat generated by the friction quickly devours people's reason, it seems that only the next moment, or the next second——

can completely blend with each other.

However, a high-pitched "chirp" sounded suddenly, breaking the discordant atmosphere hidden in the darkness

Feng Zhao 2.0's hair was grabbed hard, the force was so strong and fierce that he instinctively uttered a bird's "chirp" sound, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Because of this, Song Zhiran withdrew a little bit of his sanity again, and his hands became stronger.

Feng Zhao will stop screaming now, and he said loudly, while trying to push his hairy head forward to relieve the pain, he moaned and complained: "How can you do this? My The hair was lost by you, and the feathers were also given to you, but you didn’t even let my hair go? Do you like my hair so much?”

Song Zhiran: "!"

Feng Zhao thought of something, and proudly and pitifully said: "Song Zhiran, is your animal form hairless? Oh, oh, I understand, I understand, don't worry, I will never tell others that you are hairless. Strange... hey hey hey, take it easy!"

"Shut up!" Song Zhiran said in a low voice, the strength of his hand was a little bit heavier.

Feng Zhao 2.0 didn't shut up, he turned his head to one side, a ball of flames jumped out of his shoulder, and then under the light of the fire, he stretched out his tongue that was bitten by his partner's over-enthusiasm just now, and showed it to Song Zhiran with a whimper .

"I was not angry when you bit me just now. I know you are too excited, but! I am also a little excited, did you hurt you too? Don't worry, for the sake of hurting you, I won't blame you for being envious and jealous of me, but—"

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran: "!!"

Song Zhiran slapped away someone's claws that were about to penetrate into the hem of his black robe again, the shame and anger in his eyes completely exploded, and the water-colored long sword suddenly came out, and quickly became bigger, uh, lying between the two of them, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Feng Zhao 2.0 blinked his gray eyes, and tilted his head innocently: "What are you going to do again? You weren't very happy just now..."

"...You! Shut up! Mouth!" Song Zhiran lowered his voice for the second time.

Feng Zhao 2.0 spit out his painful tongue, retracted his claws sincerely, rubbed his scalp which was also painful, and wanted to speak, but found that the water sword trembled, and the faint cold light made him tremble subconsciously down.

Feng Zhao 2.0 touched his nose, then looked at his partner's lips that became more and more colorful after being kissed passionately by him, thought about it, and asked carefully: "Do you not want to have sex with me again today? "

Song Zhiran's cold white face was so hot that it was about to explode, his extremely black eyes were stained with specks of water because of the excessive intimacy before, and he looked extremely emotional.

But obviously emotional, but refused to...

Feng Zhao 2.0 pondered for a while, and realized that his partner might not like an overly enthusiastic self, so—he tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Song Zhiran's scalp was numb with shame from this shameless question, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to get Feng Zhao back. Of course, whether to beat him once or ten times before getting him back is also a question that needs to be considered. Too much is easy to kill someone...

But he didn't want to, Song Zhiran hadn't thought it through yet, when he saw the person in front of him suddenly close his eyes, and then opened his eyes again, it was a pair of blank and innocent glazed eyes, and he blinked vigorously at him.

It was only then that Feng Zhao could tell that the person in front of him was Song Zhiran, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a ball of fire on his shoulder, and immediately let out a frightened "Fuck", and frantically put out the fire, then suddenly found it was pitch black, and hurriedly turned it on again. A group of light elements was condensed, bringing light to this dark place again.

however.

When Feng Zhao saw a shadowy figure not far away, he gasped again and crushed the ball of light in his hand.

Even before crushing, he saw a few terrifying "corpses" out of the corner of his eye, which made him hold his breath for a while, not daring to condense the light elements again.

Song Zhiran looked at Feng Zhao's series of convulsive reactions, like watching a Teddy in heat, suddenly transformed into a stupid Erha, so angry that he was so angry The anger was abruptly gone, replaced by a dark hatred for the real culprit.

The real culprit, Lao Li, sneezed suddenly, and his face, which was obviously healed, felt an inexplicable throbbing pain. Good feeling. "Hey, hello, Muxi Muxi~~" Feng Zhao carefully tugged on Song Zhiran's sleeve, leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Now... um, what's going on? Song Zhiran, where are we? ?”

For the last three words, the voice trembled.

Song Zhiran took out a night pearl with a blank expression, and replied, "Haunted house."

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao didn't believe it: "Impossible, the haunted house... When did we come to the haunted house? And isn't the haunted house full of ghosts? Why are there so many corpses... Damn, I stepped on the corpse... Eh, eh? Why did this corpse step on it? Something's wrong?"

Feng Zhao's feet got a little stronger, he repeatedly tested the feeling of his feet, and kicked the thing under his feet. After doing this again and again, he finally confirmed that the thing was soft but had a strange toughness, his glazed eyes lit up, In a second, the entire haunted house is brightly lit, and all the props are clearly visible.

The corpses of props made of silicone are completely exposed.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao rubbed his nose and smiled at Song Zhiran: "Ha, ha ha ha, so it's really a haunted house, ha, ha ha ha ha... Look, these things are so fake, ha ha ha ha..."