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

Such a feeling of doing nothing, incompetence, and uselessness... made Song Zhiran feel dazed and dazed uncontrollably, as if he suddenly realized that in the whole world, he was just alone.

The so-called responsibility, the so-called family, the so-called...hope...

Actually, is it really that important?

Or, is oneself really as important as imagined?

Song Zhiran didn't know when he closed his eyes, the water elements around him were rapidly condensing, even though the fire elements not far away were overwhelming, there were still countless water elements condensing around him, swarming, as if welcoming his unique king.

"Young Master!" He Jing, who had been paying attention to Song Zhiran out of the corner of his eye, was the first to notice something was wrong, and he let out a soft cry, with both surprise and joy in his eyes.

Hei Kui also had a happy expression on his face, and his black face of ten thousand years twitched for a long time before he smiled: "I didn't expect that the young master had an epiphany by accident."

Bai Ze proudly raised his beard, and after boasting a few words about his foresight, he immediately changed the subject and said: "The young master and the young master's husband are the destined companions, look, look, this Young master Bian's husband ascended to the ring, our young master will have an epiphany and go a step further, hahahaha..."

It is not that the people present have never seen the world, but it is precisely because they have seen the world that they know the value of epiphany, because most of the spiritual masters may not be able to have an epiphany in their entire lives... What's more, the younger they are The more benefits of epiphany...

Governor Dongfang is a bit regretful now. If he knew Song Zhiran was so sudden, he would have an epiphany. Just now, he should let his own people sell some benefits, right?

pity!

However, fortunately, the current young master of the Song family is half of Dongling Prefecture, not to mention the future, but at least this time in the five state competition, he will definitely stand on Dongling Prefecture's side.

As for the future-

Governor Dongfang rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Zhao in the flames. He heard that this kid is a greedy kid. As long as the benefits are enough, he is not afraid that this kid will not be tempted!

And this kid is tempted... If the pillow wind blows like that again and again, is the young master of the Song family still far away?

It has to be said that there are quite a few people who have the same idea, such as the governor of Nanfeng Prefecture who has received all the news at this moment.

The handsome man in a suit and leather shoes frowned. After waving his hand to signal the secretary to leave, he completely raised his head from the document and looked at the eldest son in the light screen.

In the light screen, Lu Yi, who is in his early twenties, is at a very high-spirited age, because he has lived too many happy and reckless days. At this moment, he suddenly learned that there is a kid with god-level qualifications in Dongling Prefecture, and he was a little panicked.

Or more accurately, jealousy.

Lu Xiangnan tasted the emotions revealed in the eldest son's eyes, frowned, and said: "God level qualifications are just qualifications."

Lu Yi gritted his teeth: "Father, I want to wash the marrow beads!"

"...Purifying the bloodline is not something that happens overnight, so don't mess around." When Lu Xiangnan said this, he changed the subject and said, "Compared to this child named Feng Zhao, the boy from the Song family is Yi'er, the one you should pay attention to focus."

Lu Yi was taken aback, his Danfeng eyes, which were exactly the same as Lu Xiangnan's, showed a bit of bewilderment and a bit of disdain. Fortunately, he also knew that his father would not shoot the target indiscriminately, so not only did he not speak indiscriminately, but he also put on an appearance of listening to the training seriously .

Lu Xiangnan's requirements for himself as an heir are really not very high, just enough talent and obedience are enough.

So when Lu Xiangnan, the governor of Nanfeng Prefecture, instructed Lu Yi through communication, No. 1 in Beirong Prefecture, who was practicing on the back of a tiger, laughed out loud after hearing the vivid communication from his teammates.

"A Song Zhiran, with the blood of Xuangui, and a god-level aptitude seal...what's the seal? Oh, Feng Zhao! Are the two still unmarried partners?"

Chi Jingbei, No.1 in Beirong Prefecture, stroked his stubble and shouted to the sky, "Dongling Prefecture deserves a big fight this year! A big fight, hahahaha!"

***

Dongling State.

bang.

Rumble!

Boom!

The third round of thunder fell, and the figure in the flames instinctively transformed into a beast at some point, and not long after, ushered in the last round of baptism.

pain……

Cool!

The two feelings that should have been completely irrelevant at the same time occupied Feng Zhao's brain at the same time, making his spiritual consciousness, which was trapped in the spiritual world, ready to move.

Wanting to come out, wanting to know...why on earth do you feel this way?

I have to say that although it was the third time to cross the catastrophe, Feng Zhao was sober for the first time. He clearly felt that after the catastrophe thunder fell, the impurities in his body were removed little by little, and he changed in pain. Not to mention the lightness, but also gradually filled with strength, making her feel like a fairy.

Perhaps, this is where the charm of cultivation lies?

Right now, I feel like a fairy, but when I reach the tenth level, will I really become a fairy?

Feng Zhao thought endlessly in his mind, after the last round of catastrophe fell, the world of spiritual consciousness reopened instinctively, absorbing the gifts from heaven and earth after the scarlet thunder catastrophe.

At the same time, a new red spiritual ring slowly moved around his body, like a newborn rainbow light, still shining brightly against the flames.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Zhao, who had been closing his eyes for a long time, slowly opened them.

next second!

He screamed "chirp", fluttered his wings and flew up in terror, sparks flew from his hooked claws.

"What's the matter?" Governor Dongfang asked worriedly, and Lao Li who didn't know when appeared expressionlessly, and stopped the governor's "talent-loving act".

"He's so happy, just let him slow down a bit." Lao Li said seriously, Feng Zhao seemed to be frightened by the fire and chirped, as if he was really too happy to rush around.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao, who was fluttering wildly, quickly reacted, restrained the flames, landed again, and changed back into a human form, not to mention, even the panic and fear in his eyes, all in just ten seconds, The convergence is spotless.

Then, Feng Zhao, who once again put on a high-cold male god style, had not had time to show his extraordinaryness among the big shots, but his eyes had already fallen on Song Zhiran not far away.

Coincidentally, Song Zhiran, who had a good epiphany, suddenly tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Little Lord--"

"Song Zhiran!" Feng Zhao blew over like the wind, and amidst all the big smiles, he picked up Song Zhiran who had fallen to the ground and ran away.

yes ran away...

Up...

1000 m.

After a full 1000 meters.

Feng Zhao paused, and finally thought of something belatedly. He turned his head, a pair of glazed eyes quickly fell on Elder Bai Ze, who was wearing a fluttering white robe, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Bai?"

Elder Bai Ze nodded his head in a fairy-like manner, and he had already arrived in front of Feng Zhao, and his fingers glowing with pure white light elements touched Song Zhiran's eyebrows.

Feng Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't think the next second, he saw a black demonic energy writhing crazily between Song Zhiran's brows under the touch of Elder Bai Ze's fingertips.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Feng Zhao suddenly heard the sound of his own heart beating like a drum. It was fear and panic, as well as guilt pouring out...

***

The arena was forced to be rebuilt because of Feng Zhao's temporary breakthrough. Fortunately, all the competitions have entered the final rounds of the promotion competition. All the high-level executives put together and simply moved the indoor competitions to the outdoors to prevent other competitions. The personnel made another breakthrough, causing unnecessary economic losses.

Of course, the above related content has nothing to do with Feng Zhao. After he was sure that his team won and did not need to compensate the loss of the Beast Spirit Association, he bet all his attention on Song Zhiran.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, fresh meat steamed buns, and——

Feng Zhao lit the things prepared in the thermos, turned his eyes around the stove, and landed on the steaming black-bone chicken, red dates, and wolfberry soup in the pot, and asked, "When can I drink this soup?"

Huang Mao wiped the apron with both hands, rolled his eyes and said, "It's only been in the pot for half an hour, what do you think?"

Feng Zhao frowned: "You should get up early to stew!"

Huang Mao continued to roll his eyes: "I blame you for killing chickens too slowly."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao rubbed his nose, thinking that he got up at four o'clock, and it took half an hour just to catch this big black-bone chicken, and then he procrastinatedly killed it for half an hour, and then shed his hair...

All in all, if it wasn't for Huang Mao who finally couldn't see and help, I'm afraid this black-bone chicken hasn't been able to enter the pot yet.

Feng Zhao was wronged, but also a little unwilling: "Chicken soup is the most nourishing for the body. Without chicken soup, I feel that the bento has lost its soul."

Huang Mao didn't even roll his eyes this time, he turned his head to look at Feng Wu who had been watching for half an hour.

Feng Wu received Huang Mao's silent complaint, coughed lightly, and said, "Xiao Zhao, you...are you going to see Xiao Song again?"

"Yeah." Feng Zhao nodded, and said confidently, "Song Zhiran lost too much blood for saving me, of course I have to thank him very much."

Feng Wu's expression was subtle: "You have... been thankful for more than three days."

Feng Zhao was silent for a while, and continued to be confident: "Sister, replenishing blood is not a matter of overnight, besides, Song Zhiran is the main fighting force of our team, so we don't make up more at this time, if we don't do well in the game later, it will be a big loss gone."

Feng Wu doesn't fully believe this explanation. Without him, her siblings have been dependent on each other for many years. She is 70.00% sure that Feng Zhao must be hiding something she doesn't know about this courtship.Just when she was wondering whether to cut straight to the point and press the question, or press the question, Feng Zhao had already quickly packed the thermos, and after saying "I'm leaving", two long legs swished out of the door, and in a blink of an eye Kung Fu disappeared around the corner of the street.

Feng Wu frowned, and asked Huang Mao: "When I was away, what happened to Xiao Zhao?"

Huang Mao asked subconsciously: "Sister Feng Wu, what do you want to ask?"