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

Perhaps Feng Zhao's gaze was too heavy. Song Zhiran, who had been eating quietly all this time, finally frowned and raised his eyes. When he looked over, his extremely black eyes silently looked at each other for three seconds. Before Feng Zhao could find an excuse to prevaricate, he spoke first. : "My demon energy comes from the heart, and it is the demon of the heart."

"Demon?" Feng Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Song Zhiran remained silent.

Feng Zhao also realized that his questioning was a bit offensive, but, "You, you... aren't you rich and handsome? You have money, leisure and people, it's all like this, and you have demons... No, are you an illegitimate child? The eldest son? Or if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather's unlucky original son? Or, you are one of the five, six, seven, eighty-nine heirs in the family... Ouch!"

The flying apple broke Feng Zhao's overly open mind. He rubbed his forehead aggrievedly, looking at the culprit with a pair of glazed eyes.

Song Zhiran couldn't eat anymore. Just as he was about to put down the bowl, he suddenly glanced sideways. His gaze stayed on the apple bouncing in mid-air for a moment. In the next second, before the people hiding could react, the bowl in his hand was gone. Shot in the past.

"Click" sound.

The bowl was split open by the sharp weapon, which not only reminded Feng Zhao but also gave him 3 seconds to react.

While the condensed light shield was protecting his heart, a light gun had already fallen into his hand. Feng Zhao stabbed with his backhand. The elements also forced the people hidden in the light and shadow to come out.

People who are active in the shadows of the dark place are doomed to die once they see the light.

From the moment he was forced to appear, in less than 5 minutes, this assassin who had spent countless efforts lurking into the apartment was suppressed by the mysterious object of the spatial hourglass, and was aggrieved by Feng Zhao's sudden death. .

Feng Zhao wanted to take a look at the other person's appearance, but unexpectedly, before he stepped forward, he smelled a pungent smell. In the blink of an eye, the corpse on the ground was only a pile of crumpled gray clothes.

"...The speed of sulfuric acid is not so fast." Feng Zhao was shocked in his heart, but soon, another question quickly swirled in his mind. What?Where can I buy in bulk?The key is--

How much does it cost?

If it is cheap, then I must buy it in large quantities, and it may become my life-saving trump card in the future!

Save your life...

and many more!

"The target of this guy's sneak attack just now seems to be me?" Feng Zhao asked Song Zhiran.

Song Zhiran nodded, coughed twice, and after suppressing the itching in his throat, he was about to reach out to take back the space hourglass, but before his hand touched the space hourglass, his eyebrows frowned suddenly, and then his heart hurt, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Song Zhiran!" Feng Zhao hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and when his glazed eyes fell between Song Zhiran's brows, he trembled again.

That surging wisp of black energy is demonic energy!

Demonic Qi born from the heart?

Is it really just like this... Has nothing to do with me?

Feng Zhao was suspicious and worried in his heart, but he didn't show it at all, "You used your spiritual sense to manipulate mysterious objects before your body recovered, and now you are backlashed? Lie down quickly and have a good rest."

When he said the word "lie down", Feng Zhao had already stepped up his strength, and forced the person who wanted to make a move to push back, even when he noticed that the aura around Song Zhiran was obviously wrong, some kind of cruel and cruel Yin Zi was beating crazily, and he was still pressing Song Zhiran's neck with one hand and his heart with the other, putting on an innocent and harmless appearance that would make people sleep.

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and things like demons have to bow their heads at this moment even if they want to jump around.

What's more, Song Zhiran's rationality is still there, and his heart is firm. If he hadn't just been moved by the assassin because of the murderous intention, he wouldn't have been caught by the demons and almost fell.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao's reaction was fast enough, and Song Zhiran quickly suppressed the inner demon after having enough buffer time.

Feng Zhao carefully probed: "Is it better?"

Song Zhiran took a deep look at Feng Zhao, and said "Hmm".

Feng Zhao let out a long breath of relief, and the hand that was placed on Song Zhiran's heart was caressing almost subconsciously. The green and jade-white fingertips just coincidentally poked into Song Zhiran's overly wide neckline, cool and silky. The feeling of touch was conveyed into Feng Zhao's brain almost immediately.

Feng Zhao was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized something, his whole body froze.

Song Zhiran lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell coldly on the paws on his chest.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao carefully raised his hand, raised his hand again, and finally received it behind his back with a whoosh, he said: "Misunderstanding! It's really just a misunderstanding!"

Song Zhiran remained silent, his sinister gaze fell on Feng Zhao's face.

Feng Zhao is really lucky at this time, glad that Song Zhiran is injured now, otherwise he has reason to suspect that the other party will definitely plot against his most handsome face in the world!

In order to prevent his face from being missed by the narrow-minded Song Zhiran, Feng Zhao decided to explain one or two things before running away: "I just moved subconsciously just now, the main reason is that your neckline is too low, look, it's all up to your chest... ...Mouth...cough cough, I'm not talking about your clothes, cough cough, but your nightgown seems...loose..."

Under the white robe, a piece of snow color leaked out, like the most holy scenery on the top of a snow mountain, people just glanced at it and remembered it in their hearts.

***

"Brother Zhao, brother Zhao!" Huang Mao bumped his elbow and was distracted Feng Zhao. Seeing that the other party hadn't responded, he couldn't help turning his head to remind him, but couldn't help but exclaimed, "Zhao Brother, you have another nosebleed!"

Feng Zhao was startled by Huangmao's loud voice, calmly took the paper towel and wiped it off, then made a lump and threw it into the trash can, then got up and walked out the door.

"Brother Zhao, where are you going?" Huang Mao asked Feng Zhao, but the corner of his eye fell on the sassy red shadow on the stairs.

Feng Wu didn't directly copy the ax and chop people down like Huang Mao was worried about. She had all kinds of things revealed by Xu Yingjun in her mind, her eyes calmly watched Feng Zhao's back, and finally sighed softly: "Little Zhao, grow up!" Already."

Huang Mao was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Feng Zhao's back, then at the tissue in the trash can with nosebleeds, and suddenly had an epiphany.

Wo Ri, Brother Zhao actually flirts with Brother Song in broad daylight!

No, brother Zhao had a nosebleed when he came back, and the nosebleed kept gurgling, obviously - he was beaten up!

Huang Mao's eyes sparkled, he glanced at Feng Wu who had already returned to his room, turned on his optical brain, sent a communication request to He Jing, and trotted all the way to the center of the yard.

When Xu Yingjun entered the door, he saw Huang Mao's sun-baked "greasy" face, which was now full of gossip, and a pair of round eyes, which were about to pop out of excitement.

Xu Yingjun was a little uneasy, leaned over carefully, and asked, "Where is Xiao Zhao? Is he all right?"

"Brother Zhao? What's the matter with Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao is about to break out, he...cough, cough, cough!" Huang Mao coughed desperately for a while, and his eyeballs were convulsed. Turn, turn Xu Yingjun's dazed eyes, even more dazed.

Feng Zhao lifted the chicken in his hand expressionlessly and threw it away.

The black-bone chicken with its claws bound immediately flapped its wings vigorously, and after successfully landing on Huangmao's Huangmao for a second, kicked hard, and then flew up "fluttering". A tragic "ouch" sound, you know there must be a lot.

However, it's the same as the egg, so it's over?

It must not be possible!

Feng Zhao immediately took the opportunity to push the hard work of killing chickens tomorrow to Huang Mao, and forcibly demanded 10 spirit crystals for mental damage.

All in all, Huang Mao's temporary hilarity paid a heavy price.

After Xu Yingjun watched silently for a while, he thought of the fact that he had accidentally informed Feng Wu, so he silently clutched his storage bag and escaped.

When Feng Zhao was beaten up by Feng Wu with a knife and decided to seek compensation from Xu Yingjun, Xu Yingjun had already hid in the cultivation tower.

Feng Zhao rubbed his arms, looked deeply at the gate of the training tower, and turned away under the gradually uneasy sight of the gatekeeper.

At this moment, a clear and sweet "ouch" sounded suddenly, and a little girl in cool clothes staggered, and then fell into someone's arms.

The passer-by who was thrown into his arms suddenly was still a little confused, blushing and frantically supporting the little girl, then backed away.

Feng Zhao was surprised at first, and then quickly frowned. Without him, did this passer-by retreat too quickly——

Not only fast, but also seems to be approaching himself?

Feng Zhao frowned, and was considering whether he should retreat aside, when a passerby suddenly turned around, and a big black knife was already slashing at him.

What the hell!

Feng Zhao's heart exploded, and the four spiritual rings around his body flashed instantly, and he was about to retreat quickly, but he didn't want to take half a step back. With a coquettish voice, the little girl had also violently just now, holding the unknown The powder was scattered in the wind, instantly making Feng Zhao's eyes hurt when he turned his head to look at it, and the secret thought was not good.

Although countless light elements are condensing into a shield at the fastest speed, how can they withstand the attack of someone with a heart?

What's more, Feng Zhao clearly heard at least three footsteps approaching quickly.

Hey!

It turned out to be a gang fight!

Feng Zhao didn't have time to think about anything else, and at the same time he pressed down the optical brain communication, he turned into a beast form, flapped his fluffy wings vigorously, and flew up...

Come……

Come!

Although Feng Zhao had expected it long ago, the flying one was not as high as his own jump, so he had to suspect that his beast spirit was probably a land species and couldn't fly...

But never mind!

Feng Zhao could sense that the attacks around him had slowed down for some reason, and——

No, wait!