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

After finishing talking, Huang Mao didn't get the response he wanted to wait for, and even the person on the other side of the communication seemed a little unresponsive.

Huang Mao frowned, leaned closer, and asked, "He Jing, what's wrong with you? He Jing? He Jing? He Jing—"

"...I'm fine." He Jing came back to his senses, and subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to give a smile.

How should I put it, on weekdays, Huang Mao has tried every means to make He Jing smile, even if he doesn't smile, it's barely enough to curl the corners of his mouth.

Then, the yellow hair will be proud and proud, and even vaguely want to show off to others, but this time.

Huang Mao's first feeling was very sad and uncomfortable: "He Jing, are you...really okay?"

"It's okay. By the way, what do you need from me?" He Jing changed the subject.

Huang Mao was no longer in the mood to break the news and gossip. He looked deeply at He Jing, and after a while, he stood up and said, "Where are you, I'll go find you."

***

single-apartment.

Song Zhiran was still recuperating.

When the furious Feng Zhao pushed the door and entered, Song Zhiran opened his half-closed eyes, and the displeasure in his eyes was quickly replaced by the subtle emotions in them.

Feng Zhao didn't notice this, and even looked around to make sure there was no one else in the apartment, then immediately closed the door, trotted up to Song Zhiran, squatted down and looked up, his glazed eyes were full of flattering smiles.

Song Zhiran frowned, brushed his fingers over his storage bracelet, and remained calm.

Feng Zhao flaunted her cuteness for a while to no avail, so she coughed lightly and said, "Song Zhiran, I have a... question I want to discuss with you."

Song Zhiran continued to remain calm, and let out an "um" to express his inquiry.

Feng Zhao got up, squatted down, rubbed his nose on the left back, and dragged a small stool to sit down, curled up with two long legs that had nowhere to rest, looking very aggrieved.

But Feng Zhao doesn't care now, his mind is full of - how to speak?Do you want to speak?Will I be beaten after I speak?

It's really nothing to hit him, anyway, it's impossible for Song Zhiran to kill him, so it's okay to get hit twice, that's it!

"Cough, how is your body recovering?" Feng Zhao was concerned, "Then... well, did Elder Bai Ze show you? Have you used a healing technique? Why, I see, your body doesn't seem to be fully recovered yet. good?"

Song Zhiran remained silent, but couldn't help but look at "Hanbi" in his extremely dark eyes.

Feng Zhao succeeded in getting this look, and he felt aggrieved immediately, but now he has a big problem in his heart, so he held back, he coughed lightly, and said again: "Song Zhiran, you must take care of your body early, or else...or else ...or else I will feel guilty!"

"...Guilty?" Song Zhiran raised his eyebrows.

Feng Zhao nodded vigorously. In order to prove his absolute sincerity, he added: "Demon energy is contagious. Although you don't admit it, I know that what your demons say comes from the heart. It's not because the marrow-washing bead is stained with demonic energy, you wouldn't have any demons, would you?"

Song Zhiran thought about it for a while, and felt it necessary to emphasize again: "The demons come from the heart, and when the heart is obstructed, the demons are born. Do you understand?"

Feng Zhao was tested inexplicably. For his ultimate goal, he naturally thought about it seriously, then nodded, expressing that he understood: "Because you have obstacles in your heart... um, you are sick... no, there is something you can't figure out, so you live Demons. Is this what you mean?"

Song Zhiran looked at him coldly with extremely dark eyes.

Feng Zhao made fun of him: "I didn't mean to say that you were sick, but I just didn't think of a good vocabulary, so...well, what, by the way, what can't you figure out? I remember I asked you , you are tall, rich and handsome... well, well, I won't say anything, I won't say anything!"

Feng Zhao shut up decisively before the cold eyes turned into knives, but he didn't want to just leave with nothing, so he stayed here, touched this and looked at that, and finally simply blinked a pair of glazed eyes. Eyes, rightly looking at Song Zhiran...'s hair.

Song Zhiran's hair has grown a little longer, and it's almost becoming ear-level hair. It's soft and beautiful, and most importantly, it's thick enough.

very nice.

I really envy.

I really... want to know, what kind of posture should I use to demonize, so that my hair can grow long?

Song Zhiran didn't know what was going on in Feng Zhao's mind. He endured and endured, endured and endured, and finally when he was about to rest, he couldn't help it.

"You should go back." Song Zhiran frowned, and glanced outside the window, the meaning was very obvious.

Feng Zhao's goal was not achieved, and he was a little reluctant, but... he was not very embarrassed to say it, so after 10 minutes of Momojijiji's ink stains, he still said: "Song Zhiran, don't shy away from medical treatment. If you... If the demon doesn’t go away, there will still be problems after the body recovers, then...then I will feel even more guilty!"

Song Zhiran had no expression on his face, his long sleeves were raised slightly, and a water-colored long sword was looming.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao's mouth was stiff: "I'm telling the truth, I'm really guilty! I, I, I have no face to go home. My sister already knows that I made you like this. When I go back... ...will definitely be beaten!"

"...So?" Song Zhiran pursed his lips, and slowly uttered two words, the meaning of which was unclear.

Feng Zhao still didn't notice it, and even couldn't help giving himself a thumbs up for his wit. He said, "So, you can't make me feel guilty, can you? You... well, you need to get better soon and get rid of your demons as soon as possible. !"

Song Zhiran was silent, and after a long while, the water sword under his long sleeves disappeared. He raised his hand, and spread out his fair and beautiful hand, and spit out four words: "A precious crystal."

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, and had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, Song Zhiran said solemnly: "Feng Zhao, in order to make you not feel guilty, then pay me a gemstone! By the way, I want a gemstone of light element, which will help restore my body. "

Feng Zhao: "!"

"Of course, if you still feel guilty, then I can accept those two precious crystals of light element." Song Zhiran added slowly.

Feng Zhao: "!!"

Feng Zhao hurriedly stood up and walked away.

When he reached the door, Feng Zhao turned his head angrily, and complained, "You did it on purpose!"

Song Zhiran nodded, admitting it very simply.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao was completely annoyed.

The door was slammed hard, with a "bang", and it landed in Song Zhiran's ears, but the corners of Song Zhiran's habitually pursed lips slowly, slowly hooked up, and a pair of extremely black eyes were stained with clarity. shallow smile.

After Feng Zhao angrily walked out of the door of Song Zhiran's apartment far enough away, the hurried and hasty footsteps just now slowly became slow, and finally, he stopped in his footsteps and turned his head away——

The door of the apartment has long been invisible, let alone the people in the apartment?

Under the moonlit night, the tree shadows are mottled, and the elongated reflection is the other side of everyone. Only at this time will it slowly appear.

Feng Zhao frowned, thinking of Song Zhiran's hair, thinking of Song Zhiran's still not very good body, thinking of the emergency communication subconsciously activated on his own brain at a critical moment... a pair of glazed eyes were complicated, and after a long time, lightly sigh.

"If I really have precious crystals, it's okay to give them... But, I don't have any precious crystals now, so give it to P! I still want light elements, what a dream! Hmph!"

but.

Heart demon?

From Song Zhiran's point of view, it seems that his inner demon really has nothing to do with him. Isn't inner demon a kind of demon?And the devil...

Demonic?

Demonization, demonization?

One active, one passive?I am passive and have no memory, so Song Zhiran, who is active as a demon, is conscious and has memory?Since it is conscious, does that mean it can be controlled?Since it can be controlled, wouldn't it be easier...to hide?

It's good to be able to hide it, so it's not easy to be found, and it also prevents some healers with bad brains from jumping out and screaming... Um, no, wait!

This kind of danger that is easy to hide from being discovered is much more terrifying than a time bomb, because it is accumulating negative emotions anytime and anywhere, and there may be a day when these negative emotions can no longer be suppressed and explode——

Thinking of this possibility, Feng Zhao gasped, his glazed eyes flashed again and again, and the words he saw on a certain forum today came to mind again.

The magic energy originally came from the abyss...

abyss?

Feng Zhao recalled these two words in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more familiar it became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should ask someone to clarify.

slums.

The full moon did not know when it got into the clouds, and the silvery night became hazy, even with the dilapidated houses and wooden doors, there was a bit of creepy silence.

Feng Zhao heaved a long sigh after searching around the yard to no avail.

The bad old man is not here?

How long has it been since the whole old thing came back?

Could it be that he died somewhere?

Feng Zhao couldn't help worrying for five seconds. After five seconds, he looked serious, and decisively found a machete from the utility room, and said to himself: "Since the bad old man probably Jiu has already burped, so there is no need to keep this little broken house."

After saying that, Feng Zhao was about to split open the old man's favorite small square table with one swing of his machete.

The bad old man, who was hiding in the dark and gnawed on the chicken feet, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and coughed.

However, it's too late.

"Click" sound.

Aside from the small square table being split in half by a machete, Feng Zhao acted as if he hadn't heard the sound, and walked into the bedroom with the machete in his hand. The target was the old man's second favorite handmade wooden bed.

"It's a pity that the best sandalwood is just like this, but it will rot sooner or later if no one uses it. It's better to just-"

Before Feng Zhao pretended to be talking to himself, a greasy paw firmly held down the machete he raised, and he exaggeratedly shocked his face with an exaggerated "Oh, old man, aren't you missing? No Did you die in that corner long ago? By the way, I am about to chop up all the things you like, and then burn them to you one by one. Do you think I am very filial?"