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

It's just that before he took two steps, he bumped into something soft. Feng Zhao raised his hand to touch it in a daze, but found that, at some point, there was an extra "wall" in this empty place.

Not only that, but a copy of "Eighteen Forms of Longyang" fell out of the "wall".

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao stepped back three or five steps until his leg hit the coffee table again, gasped in pain, and finally calmed down.

Song Zhiran still maintained his sitting posture, but his cold white skin, which was already a little paler due to the injury, quickly turned rosy in less than half a minute.

Until it is rosy and attractive!

Feng Zhao turned his head and saw Song Zhiran like this, swallowed reflexively, and swallowed what he wanted to say just now, and the yellow waste stuffed in his brain not long ago quickly swelled and brushed away. Screen.

pill!

"Song... Zhiran..." The hoarse calling made Song Zhiran open his eyes, and his extremely black eyes met Feng Zhao's for a full minute.

When Feng Zhao mistakenly thought that the other party was acquiescing, the scorching palm had landed on Song Zhiran's waist at some point, and after rubbing it several times, he was about to force it, there was a "crash".

A basin of ice water poured down his head.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao withdrew his hand as if it had been scalded. He wiped his face, said "Sorry" in a hoarse voice, and then moved away with his long legs, pulling away from Song Zhiran as far as he could.

Complicated colors flashed in Song Zhiran's eyes, his fingers passed between his wrists, and the spatial hourglass appeared in his hand, which was quickly activated.

The transparent wall was quickly expanded by the spatial hourglass, getting bigger and bigger, but when it was about to be broken, it shrank into the inner circle of the spatial hourglass with a "puff".

Seeing this, Song Zhiran's eyes flashed a cold light, and a sneer appeared between his tightly pursed lips. This smile was extremely light, light and ironic.So much so that it fell into Feng Zhao's ears, but it was like a basin of ice water in his head, which made him unable to get excited.

Feng Zhao was even a little wronged: "I... didn't do anything!"

Although I didn't have time to do it just now...

but!

Feng Zhao is shameless, it was just hormones just now, no, it was the spring medicine that caused his brain to be tempted to move, otherwise he would be absolutely impossible...

Feng Zhao's gaze swept across Song Zhiran's overly beautiful face at the moment, and he shifted his gaze guiltily. It was his claws that couldn't hold back just now, blame it!

but.

"Now, what's going on?" Feng Zhao tried to ask with a serious face, "You, your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and...you...well, if you keep...holding it back, will something happen?"

When it came to the end, Feng Zhao hurriedly added, "I mean, there are three days before entering the Holy Land of Yaochi. If you can't recover, then the Holy Land and his party will fall short!"

Fallen short?

Didn't he fall short a long time ago?

No, to be precise, when the inner demons are at work and have the appearance of transforming demons, I have already...failed, a complete failure!

Xuanwu bloodline...the future of the clan...the hope of living beings...

Ah!

Ha ha……

When I realized that I was no longer worthy of carrying the things that I was unwilling to bear, I realized how ridiculous I was...

Even more ridiculous!

Even today, it is still the same, and I can't help myself!

involuntarily...

what!

Haha!

Song Zhiran's body was full of water vapor, but in the dense water vapor, there was a dark color that seemed to be absent. As the dark water vapor became more and more dense, his shoulder-length silver hair began to grow rapidly. lengthen--

When Feng Zhao realized that his breath was wrong, he turned his head to look, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Song Zhiran's silver hair reached his waist in this short period of less than a minute.

"Song Zhiran!" Feng Zhao exclaimed.

Song Zhiran, who lowered his brows and eyes, heard the voice, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with his extremely black eyes, then, with his usual straight back, he nestled into the sofa, and his slender, straight legs landed on the overturned On the coffee table, the originally cold and even gloomy demeanor suddenly turned into lazy and undisciplined.

If only that's the case.

Song Zhiran also hooked Feng Zhao's red lips, just smiling.

Feng Zhao's heart jumped suddenly, he was so scared!

Without him, Song Zhiran's smile was good-looking, but it really sent a chill down Feng Zhao's back. There was a feeling that the next second, the other party was about to swing the water sword, and the blood spattered three feet.

Speaking of which, Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran have been together for so long, and they have often been attacked by the other party with murderous aura. Although it is not used to it, but it is really getting used to it...

What's really scary is that Song Zhiran's lips clearly reveal a smile at this moment, but no matter how you look at it, this smile is full of madness, tyranny, cruelty, and carelessness.

Casual, that willful, that unpredictable, unpredictable!

Are madmen scary?

terrible.

Because a madman will go crazy anytime, anywhere.

And when this lunatic who may go crazy anytime and anywhere, and has an extremely strong force value——

Of course, it is not so important to be extremely strong, the important thing is that you will never be able to beat it!

Feng Zhao shivered for a while, the urge to move his body stimulated by the spring medicine was completely gone now, his glazed eyes trembled, and he pressed and pressed his palms hard behind his back, after repeatedly confirming that his back was cut off, he could only Gritting my teeth, I decided to fight!

Feng Zhao took two steps forward, with a dazzling smile on his handsome face: "Song Zhiran, your hair has grown again. Hey, I think you look better with long hair."

Song Zhiran curled his red lips and asked, "Looks good?"

"Yeah, it looks better than short hair! It's a hundred times better!" Feng Zhao said, and took two steps forward without any trace. Zhang Yan, you know, right? He has blue hair, and when Jane kills Matt, he's blown away!"

"...So, do you think I'm pretty?" The smile on Song Zhiran's lips deepened, and there was a little interest in his extremely dark eyes, but the brutal aura emanating from his body was inexplicably increased by three points.

Feng Zhao's heart skipped a beat, but his face didn't show at all. He even deliberately took a few steps forward with his long legs, and said, "I think you're pretty, right? I think I'm pretty too. What's the matter? You don't think I'm talking nonsense, do you?"

When Song Zhiran heard the words "I also think I'm pretty", his eyes swept Feng Zhao's body very openly, as if he was doubting the credibility of Feng Zhao's words, and it seemed——

I just want to take a look around like this, and then--

He stretched out his index finger and hooked Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao's face immediately turned red, and his glass-colored eyes looked suspiciously at Song Zhiran's moving fingers, then at Song Zhiran's expression at the moment, then at his fingers, then at his expression...

"Come here." Song Zhiran seemed a little impatient, and urged.

Feng Zhao's medicinal properties, which had been suppressed, rose up like boiling water at the moment, and even his eyes that had calmed down were re-tained with a bit of sultry spring.

however.

His legs were motionless.

Song Zhiran frowned, as if he was a little unhappy, he sat up slightly, and his lazy and leisurely posture became a little more aggressive.

"Come here." Song Zhiran spoke again.

Feng Zhao didn't refuse this time, he raised his foot and walked over, even before Song Zhiran spoke again, he took the initiative to sit on the sofa and didn't say anything, and took the initiative to move his face towards him, and said as if he was proud or showing off: " Look, isn't my face pretty?"

Song Zhiran accepted Feng Zhao's approaching face with a smile, and slid his fingers over this really handsome face one by one, and landed on Feng Zhao's heart in an ambiguous, intimate way, full of some kind of nakedness.

"Compared to your face, your heart..." The water blade on Song Zhiran's fingers condensed, but his shoulder was bumped suddenly, and when he saw that he was about to be crushed into the sofa by surprise, blue The spirit ring flashed.

The light element shield on Feng Zhao's body trembled, not to mention resisting Song Zhiran's attack, but the strength on his body suddenly increased, and he seized this opportunity completely, not to mention completely pinning down the person in front of him. The gesture of covering his ears was to slash Song Zhiran's neck with his palm, trying to knock him down completely.

however.

Obviously Feng Zhao's strength was strong enough, but the suppressed Song Zhiran didn't intend to faint at all, and because of the pain in his neck, the smile and charm on his lips disappeared, and the black air between his eyebrows surged wantonly. The tyrannical meaning in the extremely black eyes is a bit stronger: "You are looking for death."

"I'm looking for you." Feng Zhao couldn't help but slapped, but his hands slashed at Song Zhiran's neck again.

However, this time he still failed, and he paid the price for what he said just now.

Five blue spirit rings flickered rapidly, and at the same time as a beeping sound that seemed to have been heard came from a distant place, Feng Zhao's pre-emptive advantage was immediately suppressed by absolute strength.

No, maybe it should be a one-hit kill?

"Bang!" A sound.

Feng Zhao's body flew upside down and hit the transparent wall, blood gushing out from his chest.

The light elements are condensing rapidly, wanting to repair the wound, however!

Song Zhiran stepped on his chest, not only preventing the restoration of the light element, but also crushing it viciously, as if he was crushing a small ant. It seems that as long as he is stronger, he can directly kill Feng Zhao. To be crushed.

Feng Zhao didn't have a big reaction to this. He was affected by the tut-tud-dun sound before, and his brain couldn't react at all. Besides, his eyes were still instinctively looking at Song Zhiran's hand piercing his chest, looking at that A hand is dripping with blood...