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

Feng Zhao said "hmm", his eyes lingered repeatedly on the bright decoration on the murals in the villa, and asked: "You live here, do you have any reimbursement?"

"...Reimbursement?" Ye Zhiqiu was stunned.

Feng Zhao was very serious: "You are from the Ye family, Zhang Yan is from the Zhang family, and the other three should be from well-known families, right? Your entry into the promotion competition should have a certain publicity effect on the family. Does your family not express it at all?"

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a while, and tried to explain: "Participating in the competition, winning the quota, and fighting for Dongling Prefecture, this is out of our pursuit as spiritual masters."

"Don't your family want you to be famous?" Feng Zhao was shocked, "Could it be that your family not only implements a free-range policy for you, but even doesn't even have basic rewards?"

Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly didn't know how to answer the words. Of course the family has rewards for them, but he has always been suspicious, and he always feels that Feng Zhao's words hide other temptations, but he will try to figure out what the temptation is for a while. not come out.

Therefore, the atmosphere froze again.

Song Zhiran lowered his eyes and drank the tea in his hand, then looked at Feng Zhao, and saw that the other party's gaze fell on the small ornament inlaid with gold leaf, pursed his lips, and reminded: "It's time."

Feng Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered what happened in the live broadcast room. The main reason why he agreed to be a guest earlier was to take advantage of Ye Zhiqiu's territory and make up for the lack of more than ten minutes of live broadcast. After all, compared to continuing Strolling in the amusement park and changing to a taller environment can attract the audience's attention more.

Therefore, since it has been made up now, there is naturally no reason to keep it.

Feng Zhao said "Oh", turned off the live broadcast room, got up reluctantly, and bid farewell to Ye Zhiqiu.

But when he turned his head to leave, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Ye Zhiqiu who was still gentle, frowned, and said suddenly: "I remember, your surname is Ye?"

Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback, and nodded with a smile: "My surname is Ye, and my double name is Zhiqiu, taken from..."

Feng Zhao didn't pay attention to Ye Zhiqiu's subsequent allusion about the name at all. His glazed eyes turned around Ye Zhiqiu's gentle face a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it didn't look like it.

Feng Zhao thought for a while, and then said a few more words: "You, Ye family, are you the only one?"

Ye Zhiqiu's gentle expression didn't change, he just smiled: "Of course there are more than one person in Ye's family, Mr. Feng, why do you need to ask these questions?"

Need, then I need a lot, the most is Baojing, and Heijing doesn't dislike it, if it is really not enough, Lingjing...

"Cough!" Feng Zhao pulled back his thoughts of letting go, and said seriously, "I mean, do you have brothers and sisters... No, uncle or something? Just like you, the kind with a similar temperament."

Ye Zhiqiu's pupils shrank suddenly. The man who was originally gentle like hot spring water suddenly seemed to be boiled by a volcano, with a terrifying aura.

Feng Zhao was weird: "Is there really such a person named Ye in your family?"

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a while, and instead of answering, asked, "Have you seen him, Captain Feng?"

he?

Who?

Could it be that the person whose surname is Ye in the training tower really has something to do with Ye Zhiqiu in front of him?

Feng Zhao thought so in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. He just asked with a blank face: "What's wrong with Captain Ye? Why do you look...you seem a little nervous?"

Speaking of this, Feng Zhao added embarrassingly, "Actually, I have seen people who are similar to Tuan Zhang, such as the old speaker."

As soon as the words "Old Speaker" came out, the nervousness on Ye Zhiqiu's face eased visibly with the naked eye, but Feng Zhao was not sure what was going on in his heart. Anyway, he could very clearly feel that Song Zhiran and himself It wasn't until he walked out of the Holiday Inn that the feeling of being stared at finally disappeared.

It's a bit reckless.

Feng Zhao sighed almost inaudibly, and while he clicked a big cross on the idea that came to him on a whim, he couldn't help but rejoice that his luck was really good, but a random guess turned out to be correct. up.

but.

"Ye..." Feng Zhao turned to look at Song Zhiran, wanting to share his thoughts with him, but unexpectedly, the person who was walking beside him disappeared!

Not only was Song Zhiran gone, but everything around him was also gone!

Feng Zhao heard his own heart, and let out a "thud", his glazed eyes quickly swept around, and his handsome face was filled with awe.

This should be... some kind of mysterious object created a confined space?

Is it a property similar to the space hourglass?

Or, there are other functions?

Feng Zhao hesitated for a while between waiting for his life and running for his life, and chose the latter. After all, he was really not happy with this option unless it was necessary.

Feng Zhao stepped up and continued to move forward according to his usual pace. As he walked, he simply closed his eyes.

There was the sound of wind blowing by my ears, whirring.

One step, two steps.

1000 two thousand.

Ten thousand steps.

Feng Zhao paused and opened his eyes, the world was still blank.

Feng Zhao sighed lightly and said, "I knew it would not be so easy!"

The light elements around Feng Zhao quickly converged, and after a handful of light was condensed and formed, it quickly grew and grew, and then grew, and then grew——

at last!

When Feng Zhao noticed that all the light elements around him were gathered around him, but the light gun did not touch any enchantment, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and he let out a low snort in a certain direction. After "going", the body quickly jumped onto the light gun, and the person followed.

"No, he wants to escape!" Someone said, and then the whole gray-white world shook, and when Feng Zhao was about to rush to a certain point, a golden light suddenly appeared, which seemed to delay Feng Zhao for a while.

However, since Feng Zhao was vulnerable, how could he be defenseless?

With a thought, he turned into a beast.

The huge and overly thick-skinned animal form directly resisted the attack from the golden light, and also accelerated the speed of jumping out of the range of the mysterious object following the impact of the golden light.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"Puff puff!"

A series of sharp golden lights fell, but ended in failure again and again, which made the manipulator behind the scenes couldn't help but yell.

"What's the matter with this dead bald chicken? Why is it like wild boar skin, it won't rot even if you poke it?"

"...Who said wild boar skin can't be rotten?" Feng Zhao snorted coldly, the huge light gun weakened instantly, and before the man could react, it had already pierced the opponent's shoulder with a "poof", and then Feng Zhao's big With such a kick with the long legs, the opponent flew upside down.

Feng Zhao landed lightly, with an incomparably chic posture.

"So... so handsome." A nympho little lolita voice attracted Feng Zhao's attention, and when Feng Zhao looked over, he hurriedly introduced himself, "Brother Zhao, hello, I'm Little Soy Sauce from Soy Sauce Group , you can just call me Xiaomei~~"

Xiaomei looks really small, about twelve or thirteen years old, with big watery eyes and a cute big butterfly hairpin, she is a standard little loli.

If the little Lolita hadn't been holding a white glass ball in her hand, if the glass ball hadn't been rumored to be named the Small World of the Buddha School...

Feng Zhao believed it!

but now!

Before the other person could react from the blow, Feng Zhao turned his head and walked towards Xiaomei.

Xiaomei wanted to run, but the side effect of the mysterious item in her hand made her stand stupidly. She blinked her eyes hard to look cute, but this trick is usually useful to many male orcs, and even many female orcs. When meeting Feng Zhao, it didn't help at all.

Not only that--

"Bang" sound.

Feng Zhao had the slightest intention of caring for the young and the weak, and easily snatched the white glass ball from Xiaomei's hand, and even punched Xiaomei's face with his fist.

Well, the punch was asymmetrical, and he also punched the little girl's other face for free.

Xiaomei: "QAQ!"

Seeing this, Soy Sauce Tuan Xiaoqiang didn't gasp immediately, his figure suddenly turned into a beast, a black leopard jumped up, and its sharp claws came towards Feng Zhao's shoulder.

Obviously to revenge!

Feng Zhao snorted coldly, and just a second before the black leopard was about to pounce, Feng Zhao, who had turned into a human form for the convenience of beating someone, instantly turned into a beast.

Ran and egg.

When the sharp five claws were about to touch the bald chicken, suddenly the whole leopard fell at super-accelerated speed as if it had been subjected to huge gravity.

"Bang".Feng Zhao looked at the black leopard who was rushing to the street at his feet, and was stunned for three seconds, then decisively lifted his foot, and stepped on it!

"Aw—" the black panther wailed.

Because the mysterious item was taken away, Xiaomei recovered some combat power from the side effects: "!"

Xiaomei touched her swollen face, took half a step back, then half a step, then quickly turned her head and ran away.

Black Panther Xiaoqiang: "!"

The black panther Xiaoqiang's eyes darkened and he passed out.

Feng Zhao found that the struggle under his feet was gone, so he kicked it a couple more times. After confirming that the soy sauce guy really passed out, he regained his human form, then raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and rummaged around.

3 minute later.

The black leopard Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and found himself hanging under the sycamore tree by the side of the road. The wind was blowing his eggs, and he let out a "wow", crying loudly.

At this time, Feng Zhao finally managed to find Song Zhiran.

just.

The closer Feng Zhao got, the more hesitant his steps became. When the distance was still nearly a thousand meters away, his instinctive sense of crisis made him stop.

Black robe and silver hair... long silver hair.

Yes, long hair.

Feng Zhao's glass-colored pupils shrank repeatedly, but he still had to admit that he was right. Song Zhiran, not far away, changed from short hair to long hair in less than half a day...

what happened?

As if sensing Feng Zhao's overly shocked gaze, Song Zhiran slowly looked sideways.