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

Feng Zhao's bluffing "Ouch", suddenly became sincere. Fortunately, she was her own sister after all, and when Feng Zhao asked for a gift before parting, Feng Wu really gave it to her.

Moreover, he was given the storage button that Feng Zhaozheng needed.

Feng Zhao was overjoyed, and suddenly there was a "bang", and the door was closed forcefully.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao hid fast enough, otherwise, if his nose was slapped like this, he would have a nosebleed even if it didn't collapse.

Feng Zhao smiled at the door twice, said "thank you" loudly, but when he turned to leave, he stopped in his tracks.

Feng Zhao looked at the closed door, thinking of all the clues revealed in Feng Wu's words just now, he frowned, and wanted to ask his sister how she knew about Mingcheng?You have been wandering outside for so many years in order to find Mingcheng?Also, is the so-called father really in Mingcheng?

Want to ask too much, but Feng Wu's attitude is too obvious, the obvious thing is that he doesn't want to say anything, can't say, or... can't say.

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes sank, he played with the glazed beads in his hand, and after a long while he could only say in a low voice: "Then, sister, I'll see you off tomorrow morning."

Feng Zhao, who left sullenly, didn't know that Feng Wu who closed the door didn't need to lie back on the bed to rest early as she said, but took the "Grimm's Fairy Tales", just like yesterday, slowly Flipping through the pages, the circles of his eyes were reddish.

Because he had something on his mind, when Feng Zhao returned to the room, he didn't pay much attention to the stone at all. He habitually put the glass beads back on, and then spread out the scroll. Went to bed to practice.

However, when he was going to sleep after practicing, he found that his bedside table had been opened for some reason. Feng Zhao didn't care much about it. Instead, he stuffed the scroll that he didn't know where to put in it, then closed the bedside table, and went to sleep.

The next day.

Under Feng Wu's repeated emphasis, after swearing that he would be serious about finding his father, he finally sent this eldest sister who suddenly became a little tadpole to the tram. The train was far away, and Feng Zhao, who was originally relieved, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Although it was a bit annoying when I was here, but the old lady is always leaving, is she really a woman?" Feng Zhao muttered softly, always thinking that it would be more reasonable for him and his sister to switch their identities, but then he thought about it not long ago Feng Wu said about the current social situation of "more males and fewer females", and suddenly felt that compared to the kind of canary that was scrambled by males and raised in a cage, it was better to be a lioness like her own sister.

One day later, when Feng Zhao finally went to see Song Zhiran with black chicken soup, he was stopped halfway by Bai Ze, who had white beard and hair and was wearing a white robe, before he saw him.

Not only that, but half of the black-bone chicken soup in his hand was shamelessly stolen by the other party. If Feng Zhao hadn't been determined, there might not be any left.

Bai Ze already ate quite a lot for dinner, and with the half bucket of black-bone chicken soup in his stomach, he sat limply on the back of the chair contentedly, exuding the laziness and comfort of a cat all over his body.

but.

When his eyes looked over, Feng Zhao understood that even if this Elder Bai Ze was a cat, he was still a super cat that could kill him with one paw.

Feng Zhao quickly restrained his disrespectful thoughts just now, and said respectfully: "Elder Bai Ze asked me to come, but something happened?"

"I am looking for you for something." Elder Bai Ze said with a smile, and when Feng Zhao subconsciously tightened his body, he added slowly, "Young master, you don't need to be cautious, you are the young master's unmarried partner, so I am a half As a master, it is the subordinates who should be respectful and humble."

Half master?

hehe!

When I didn't hear it, did you call yourself an old man just now?Turning around and remembering that you are a subordinate?

Feng Zhao complained crazily in his heart, but on his face, he didn't smile, and even kept the respectful tone just now and asked again.

Bai Ze actually wanted to tease Feng Zhao in front of him, but unfortunately, the repeated coughing sounds in the headset forced him to cut to the chase: "The young master's husband and the young master have been engaged for more than half a year. All the preparations are complete, I don't know what the young master wants?"

Feng Zhao was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to ask, what the hell do you mean?Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and soon realized that he was being urged to marry by his parents.

Still the subject's parent!

Hey!

How to answer this?

Bai Ze waited for a full 5 minutes. Seeing that Feng Zhao still didn't respond, his brows frowned immediately. When Feng Zhao thought that the other party was going to ask him if he wanted to regret the marriage, he said in a tone that I understand anyone who has come here: "In fact, there is no need to rush to get married. After all, there is a partnership agreement. Marriage is just a ceremony, so the most important thing is to get in the car!"

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao felt that he had heard some amazing words, and soon, this elder Bai Ze, who looked like a fairy, used his mouth to lead Feng Zhao to the limit for half an hour, and finally ——

Feng Zhao walked out of the room with one hand and one foot. His handsome face was so red that it was about to bleed, and those beautiful glazed eyes were obviously a little lax because of repeated shocks. So much so that Wan'er didn't even know he was turning, so he slammed his forehead against the opposite wall.

Seeing this, Bai Ze gave a disdainful "tsk tsk" twice, reminding He Jing next door that he must send the person to the destination, then he closed the door and turned on the communication light screen of the optical brain.

On the other side of the light screen, Hei Kui's face was black, and he said, "You are too obvious, and you are too anxious."

Bai Ze's old driver, who had faced Feng Zhao before, had disappeared, replaced by a look of solemnity and concentration, and he said: "The young master can't wait too long."

this?

The disapproval and questioning in Hei Kui's eyes disappeared instantly, and he asked, "The young master's condition has deteriorated? How could it be..."

"Yeah, how could it be? I thought that even if the accidental epiphany couldn't break through the young master's heart barrier, it would definitely allow the inner demons to be suppressed, but I didn't expect—"

Bai Ze gritted his teeth, raised his palms, and the tea table beside him was cracked inch by inch, and shattered to the ground in an instant, "The young master's inner demons have been catalyzed, and even his current extremely yin body has been further matured!"

It takes thirty to fifty years for a normal extreme yin body to awaken from the first awakening, to the second awakening, and then to the full awakening, not to mention the growth after awakening, which is a long process, and finally Mature……

Therefore, although the probability of extremely yin bodies appearing in history is not low, it is just that most of the extremely yin bodies died before they even matured.

And what about the extreme yin experience after maturity?

People have yin and yang, and qi is divided into spirits and demons.

If it is said that Feng Zhao's red yang body is inherently resistant to demonic energy, then the extreme yin body is just the opposite, which is why, obviously, the marrow washing bead was only contaminated with a little bit of Feng Zhao's spiritual world The breath of demonic energy in the body, and this breath, for most people, can be regarded as the waste gas of metabolism, which will be eliminated from the body soon.

And Yu Song Zhiran?After all, as he practiced, his blood was repeatedly purified, but a ray of real devil energy was gradually bred.

It was Song Zhiran's physique that gave fertile ground for the growth of demonic energy.

What's more, Song Zhiran already has a heart barrier and a heart demon.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Bai Ze closed his eyes and didn't wait for Hei Kui to ask any more questions. He made a final decision: "Our top priority now is to use Feng Zhao's physique to suppress the rapidly growing demonic energy in the young master! Reconcile yin and yang, and treat the symptoms first. Get rid of it again!"

After saying this, Bai Ze seemed to have thought of something again, and smiled wryly, "He Kui, I know what you are worried about, and I...why not? It's just that, as the big man said, there is something to be willing, but there is something to gain. There is something to give and something to gain... This world cannot tolerate the best of both worlds..."

Feng Zhao didn't know that he was being treated as a cure for the symptoms. He was forced to fill his head with discordant waste, but when he saw Song Zhiran's overly clear face, he woke up instantly.

There is no way, Song Zhiran's pure natural and pollution-free cold eyes are really refreshing.

However, not long after he took the cup of herbal tea that He Jing handed over to his throat, he felt inexplicably that the waste in his head started to make noise again.

The repeated changes in Feng Zhao's face, as well as the gesture of glancing at him for a while, and then again and again, made Song Zhiran completely unable to continue pretending not to see.Song Zhiran rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Feng Zhao pushed the thermos bucket forward, and said solemnly: "I made chicken soup in the morning to nourish Qi and blood."

Song Zhiran was taken aback for a moment, and quickly got the meaning hidden in Feng Zhao's words. He didn't come here to be courteous, nor to express guilt, so it was even more impossible to take Baojing as compensation, but because the chicken soup was stewed. Don't drink to waste...

That being the case.

Although Song Zhiran always felt that drinking chicken soup to invigorate Qi and nourish blood seemed a bit weird, but in order to send Feng Zhao away early, he still drank half a bowl of chicken soup with lowered eyebrows.

As the chicken soup entered his stomach, a warm current surged through his chest and abdomen, which eased Song Zhiran's cold eyes, but soon he realized something was wrong.

How could such a warm current run to one place again and again?

Song Zhiran frowned, and was about to react, when he heard a hush, Feng Zhao suddenly stood up for some reason, and because he was too flustered, he overturned the coffee table.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zhiran asked.

Feng Zhao's face was hot, and his glass-colored pupils were faintly tinged with red, but for some reason, this blush stained the corners of his eyes a little bit, making his already long and narrow Danfeng eyes look a little different in an instant. seductive.

Song Zhiran's eyes trembled slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Feng Zhao turned around to leave.