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

As soon as the abyss panel was opened, the black and red background picture made people tremble at a glance, but what made Feng Zhao even more disturbed was a common sense post on the top there.

Common sense post about magic energy.

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes shrank, and it took a while before he took a deep breath and clicked on the common sense post.

[The magic energy originally came from the abyss...]

Feng Zhao maintained the posture of sitting upright, watching the rotating little chrysanthemum followed by the ellipsis, held his breath, and waited!

1 minutes passed.

3 minutes passed.

5 minutes passed.

Feng Zhao frowned, changed his posture, and continued to wait.

Half an hour later, Feng Zhao got up, changed to a bright place, stared at the little chrysanthemum that was still turning, and continued to wait.

An hour later, Feng Zhao closed the forum page with a blank face, looked at some people who didn't know when they were watching him, Gao Leng frowned, and then went to ask his sister for clarification understand to go.

however.

The moment Feng Zhao turned around, he suddenly saw, he had to see, a slender figure reflected on the glass window.

The blue and white striped hospital gown, a slightly haggard but still handsome face, and—the top of his head that seems to be shining!

Feng Zhao suddenly held his breath. He walked to the glass window as fast as he could, and then looked again!

A small piece of the Mediterranean Sea, which is not very obvious from a distance, is fully exposed at close range.

With trembling fingers, Feng Zhao touched and felt the smooth scalp...

Bald, bald?

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao's breathing stopped, his eyes darkened, and he fell down with a "bang".

"Small, uh, Xiao Zhao——" Xu Yingjun, who was also wearing a hospital gown, ran over in a hurry, and when he saw Feng Zhao's bald head, he gasped, and his mind was full of the words "it's over" .

Let alone 10 spirit crystals this time, it is 10 black crystals, I am afraid that it will be difficult to compensate Feng Zhao for the loss of his appearance...

Which bastard did it?

For the first time, Xu Yingjun swears in his heart, and greets the eighteenth generation of the culprit ancestor vigorously. After sending Feng Zhao back to the ward, after confirming that Feng Zhao is really out of breath, he thinks again and again, and stays decisively. After downloading a small note with 10 black crystals, he ran away again.

I can't afford to offend, quickly hide!

I have to say that Xu Yingjun made the right choice, or more precisely, his luck was very good. Just after he left, Feng Zhao woke up, and it was a coincidence that , when Feng Zhao was holding the small note and smiling, Lao Li, a master of the blame, ushered in the ward.

Because Lao Li had a good time talking about it in front of several people in the governor of the East, now after this critical period, he is naturally pushed out to take the blame, and he even called it, all problems between master and apprentice are not problems.

Nonsence!

Lao Li held back a mouthful of old blood in his heart, and he could only continue to endure it. After Xiong Jiu bid farewell to a group of cowards, he left with Old Man Ye's mysterious item in his pocket.

Of course, before coming here, Lao Li deliberately took care of himself, and after confirming again and again in the mirror that he was exactly the same as when he first saw Feng Zhao that year, he finally came to see Feng Zhao with a little more confidence.

however.

When Lao Li saw Feng Zhao for the first time, before he put on the same expression as before, he was attracted by Feng Zhao's bald head. The corners of his lips twitched, and he laughed out loud.

Not only that, he couldn't help but touch the thick top of his hair reflected by the wig, and the mocking meaning was MAX+ instantly.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao directly picked up the fruit knife on the side, and was going to do his best.

How fast Lao Li reacted. As soon as the coercion around him was released, the suppressed Feng Zhao couldn't move at once. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a "click", the fruit knife fell to the ground, and the humanoid Feng Zhao In an instant, it turned into a beast shape.

Lao Li's heart skipped a beat, and he almost instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

But soon, Lao Li thought of something, took out the mysterious item in his arms and threw it away, and after muttering something silently, a cluster of carefully collected flames flickered out, and Feng Zhao, who was frightened, changed from rushing forward to retreating. .

However, his retreat speed was slow after all.

The cluster of flames was like a bird returning to its nest, and it jumped onto his wings in a flash, and then it was like sparks meeting oil, and with a huff, it burned.

Lao Li had already stood outside the door at this time, and he carefully poked his head out through the door.

The huge bald chicken jumped up and down in horror, chirping, looking pitiful and terrifying, after all, everything that was hit by this bald chicken burned up.

"Not good, this house... who is it?" Lao Li hadn't finished talking to himself when he suddenly noticed something. With a relaxed expression, after seeing that the person who came seemed to have dealt with the flames of Feng Zhao's rampage lightly, he finally seized the opportunity and stopped the person who wanted to leave.

He asked: "Excuse me, may I ask what kind of fire Feng Zhao is? Can you teach me how to suppress this fire..."

Before Lao Li finished speaking, the figure in front of him gradually faded away, and finally disappeared like a flower in the moon in a mirror. He looked around regretfully, frowned, finally sighed, and walked into the ward.

Because more than half of the hospital bed was burned, the ferocious steel rod bracket was exposed. Feng Zhao could only sit on the head of the other half of the bed at this moment, quietly closing his eyes, innocent and even more ignorant.

It only takes a slight push to push him down...into the abyss.

Lao Li thought of all the things that Feng Zhao would inevitably face after the five-state contest; thought of the one who had been hiding in the dark and never appeared at such a critical moment, but who appeared today; thought of the meaning in the words of Governor Dongfang... …

He closed his eyes, and after so many times, he stretched out his hand and finally decided to go all the way to the dark and be a bad guy to the end!

"Dinglingling——" the calling bell beside the bed was rang.

The back door of the hospital.

Niubi No.1, who was considered by Lao Li to be an understatement to deal with the flames but has far-reaching intentions, is frantically shaking hands at the moment, and MMP at the same time.

"It hurts to death, it hurts to death! Wori! No, this brat's flames are getting harder and harder to deal with... Next time... no, this time I'll go to the burn department first! Hmph, just from the brat If you touch 10 black crystals, it will be my medical expenses!"

The bad old man muttered, turned his head, and was about to go back to the hospital.

However, at this moment, the white-haired and white-bearded Bai Ze finally couldn't hold back, coughed lightly, and said, "Old Cao, please stay still."

Bad old man, bad old man pretended he didn't hear anything, and continued walking to the hospital.

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, and hurried to follow: "Old Cao, Mr. Bai has something important to discuss in detail, please move the frame to discuss it."

Speaking of this, Bai Ze paused, and immediately added, "The burn on your hand, Mr. Bai is not talented, it should be cured quickly."

The word "quick" was emphasized.

The old man who was about to continue walking stopped, turned his head, and looked at him.

Today, it was rare for Bai Ze to hold back the face of immortality. Not only did he not say a word of rudeness, but he also decisively raised his sleeves. The bright light element instantly touched the old man's palm. Back to normal.

The bad old man shook his hand, looked at Bai Ze's low-key appearance, and suddenly smiled and said: "Since ancient times, yin and yang have been born and restrained by each other, and so has water and fire. What do you think?"

Bai Ze was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized the deep meaning in the words of the person in front of him, but couldn't help frowning, as if he was a little embarrassed.

The bad old man sneered: "Your lineage is the most twisted old man I've ever seen. Some people do whatever they can to achieve their goals, and some people are sickly thinking about the best of both worlds?"

"Stupid!" The bad old man uttered the last two words. With one step, the person was already hundreds of meters away, and with another step, he had already gone to the corner, and he disappeared in an instant.

Bai Ze stood there for a long time, until the optical brain's communication request sounded again, and he came back to his senses. The first time he connected to the communication, he cursed "Chicken Hero".

***

Feng Zhao had a nightmare.

In the dream, his appearance was still the same, but he was bald!

Bald!

It's not naked in animal form, it's bald in human form!

Bald out of the Mediterranean that, that... kind of...

Feng Zhao's hand on top of his head trembled, trembled again, and then his eyes became hot, and hot tears welled up.

Papa papa tumbled down.

Lao Li, who was about to speak: "!"

Lao Li silently closed his mouth, and was about to take a few steps back indiscriminately. Suddenly, he thought of his previous decision, and immediately laughed exaggeratedly "hahahaha". Raised the tone.

"Hahahahaha——It's shameful for a big man to cry like a dog! Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha!"

"what!"

From the exaggerated ridicule at the beginning, to the reluctance at the end, and finally, Lao Li tentatively said "ha", within a minute, he lost his armor and lost his momentum.

Even, a little scared.

Lao Li swallowed his saliva and forced himself to calm down: "You, why do you always look at me?"

That's right, from the moment Feng Zhao turned his head, he has been looking at Lao Li, without making a sound or speaking, even his glazed eyes, which were washed by tears, were still calm and motionless. There is no trace of anger.

Lao Li was a little uneasy: "Feng Zhao, what are you... looking at?"

Feng Zhao's face was calm and his eyes were calm. Just when Lao Li thought he was going to be silent to the end, he suddenly spoke slowly, and said in the same calm tone, "I'm looking at you."

"Look at me? What are you looking at me for?" Lao Li was even more disturbed.

Feng Zhao looked at Lao Li's old cucumber face deeply, deeply, and said slowly, slowly: "I'm watching, Li Jianren, how cheap are you? So cheap that you dare to hit my head! Hair! Black hands? Heh, heh, bitch! Man! Bald Li bitch!"