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

Feng Zhao's condition at this time is not very good. He has strengthened enough defense in the animal form, but the wound on his chest has not completely healed, so that under Song Zhiran's tricky attack, he has to use it again and again. Wings to protect the chest.

Again and again, the fluff that finally grew on the wings fell off...

It was only when he noticed the fluff floating in the air that Feng Zhao suddenly realized that his animal form had grown hairs, what a good thing he was proud of, but!

But the bastard Song Zhiran actually made his hair almost fall out...

I'm so pissed!

Song Zhiran's condition is not very good either, he already has internal injuries, although the potential of his body has been greatly stimulated by the appearance of the demon, but!

But at the moment, he is more crazy than rational. Whenever he is fighting the bald chicken in front of him, he is cruel to the bald chicken, and he is even more ruthless to himself!

For example, not long ago, when the bald chicken turned from defense to offense, not only did he not defend himself, but he attacked even more frantically!

The result is--

The wound on Feng Zhao's chest became more serious, but he also vomited blood from being trampled on by chicken feet.

"Pfft!" Song Zhiran couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, the demonic energy between the eyebrows stimulated by the bright red blood became more and more violent, and the water vapor around his body turned completely black at some point, penetrating into his body bit by bit. It is not only healing his body invisible, but also stimulating his madness.

Feng Zhao's light attribute affinity is [-]%. As Feng Wu once said, as long as he is still alive, he will never die, but the premise is that he has a breath!

now!

Seeing Song Zhiran's crazy appearance, Feng Zhao was really afraid that it would be difficult for him to hold back his breath!

The slender water sword was gradually getting bigger, and countless water elements were churning wildly. Song Zhiran's black robe was bulging, and his silver-white long hair reflected each other with blue halos.

He raised his sword, slightly raised his blood-stained red lips, and uttered a word: "Death—"

Before the words fell, the giant sword came down with awe-inspiring sword light and killing intent.

Feng Zhao couldn't avoid it, so he didn't want to avoid it anymore!

Feng Zhao stepped forward——

Because of the close approach, the sword light and blade landed on Feng Zhao's shoulder faster, but Feng Zhao continued to move forward!

soon.

While the cold light of the sword successfully cut into the Feng Zhao Beast's wings, the strong bones also successfully blocked the giant sword.

Song Zhiran's eyes flickered with hostility.

"Click" sound.

At the same time as a wing fell to the ground, Feng Zhao finally couldn't control the animal shape and turned into a human shape, and the severed wing also turned into an arm.

But so what?

Feng Zhao successfully rushed in front of Song Zhiran, and then used enough impact to push him against the shaking cabinet door.

"Bang" sound.

The cabinet door was knocked down, Feng Zhao forced Song Zhiran into the cabinet, and bit Song Zhiran's eyebrow viciously.

Yes, bite!

At the same time, Feng Zhao's spiritual consciousness manipulated the ray of devilish energy in his body that was already ready to move into Song Zhiran's eyebrows.

When devil energy collides with devil energy, just like evil collides with evil, there must be more evil!

Feng Zhao felt that compared to Song Zhiran, who had not been born a long time ago, his own demonic energy had been "conceived" for so long, and he was even the ancestor of Song Zhiran's demonic energy. Anyway, if the ancestor educates his grandson, he must win, right?

Because the demonic energy was fighting in Song Zhiran's spiritual consciousness, Song Zhiran soon felt a sharp pain in his head, and then his body, which had been holding on all the time, was completely exhausted without the forceful squeeze of the demonic energy, and his eyes turned black, strong After holding on for a while, he fainted.

Seeing this, Feng Zhao didn't relax at all. He still used his spiritual sense to control his wisp of devilish energy, fighting, fighting, and devouring, and devouring again!

You must get rid of all the devilish energy in Song Zhiran's body!

Feng Zhao was too focused on manipulating the devilish energy, and in order not to let the devilish energy on his body not come back after killing Song Zhiran's devilish energy, he not only kept the most critical source in his body, but also kept growing stronger because of the devouring Not to mention a part of the devilish energy was pulled back, he even took the initiative to open up the world of spiritual knowledge, as if a tempting cake was placed in front of the devilish energy.

The result of this is that before the magic energy that has grown three or four times has been completely lured back, his glazed eyes were soaked in pitch black by the trapped magic energy.

Thus, Feng Zhao version 1.0, which had been silent for a long time, was successfully launched.

As soon as Feng Zhao 1.0 was launched, when he saw the delicious prey close at hand, he naturally wanted to devour it instinctively. In the literal sense, he bit Song Zhiran's neck with one bite.

And just when the sharp teeth were about to bite off the prey, the glazed beads on Feng Zhao's neck suddenly shone brightly. The dazzling light was like a delicacy, instantly hooking out the devilish energy that was still hesitating in Song Zhiran's body.

yes, come out.

Not only did all the demonic energy of the Great Victory in Song Zhiran's body come out of his body, but all the magical energy of Feng Zhao 1.0 also ran out. They gathered together, like a big black insect, greedily pounced on the glass beads.

The light of the glazed beads was devoured inch by inch, and the big black worm made of devilish energy was growing crazily and forming a cocoon. It seemed that as long as there were a little more, it would hatch...

however.

Just when the demon energy was about to give birth to a demon spirit, a cluster of red flames suddenly drilled out, and it swallowed the big cocoon of demon energy, and then it was about to drill into it again. Feng Zhao's body.

"Wait a minute." A somewhat displeased voice sounded. Feng Zhao version 2.0 with a pair of gray eyes grabbed the tail of the red flame in displeasure, flicked it, and said, "Spit it out a little."

The red flame was a little unhappy, and the fireworks fluttered.

"You've eaten all of it, so I won't be able to come out next time." Feng Zhao 2.0 said seriously, "It doesn't matter if there's that beast-like idiot in front, but I have to stay, understand?"

The red flame didn't understand, and didn't want to understand, but felt that the master who was holding his tail seemed to be going crazy, so he could only spit out a wisp of devilish energy aggrieved.

As soon as the ray of devilish energy escaped from the mouth of the flame, before he could react, he was pinched by his fingers.

Feng Zhao 2.0 looked contentedly at the weak, pitiful and helpless little devilish energy, and after giving Huo Huo a look of "you are obedient", he put the devilish energy directly into his eyes. The online time continued for a wave.

Seeing this, what Huo Huo could do, he could only return to his position silently, and he must prepare his mouth before the next time!

Well, you must eat it up early, so that... the master who likes me the most and also the one I like the most should be able to come back...

Feng Zhao 2.0 doesn't know what kind of outrageous things Little Flame is thinking about. After he renews his time, he naturally wants to do what he has always wanted to do but has no chance to do more——

Song Zhiran was a little hot.

No, not a little.

It is very hot.

Because of Song Zhiran's own attributes and his special constitution, he seldom feels heat, and this kind of heat actually reveals a bone-piercing itch, which makes him both uncomfortable and inexplicably embarrassing.

I don't know why I feel embarrassed.

But just like Song Zhiran, who is transformed into a demon, is unwilling to show his animal form, even in such an unconscious situation, he is instinctively resisting a certain possibility.

Some kind of embarrassing courtship might be...

This kind of patience is already very difficult, but at this time Song Zhiran still felt a little itchy on his face, and the itching shouldn't have woken him up, but it happened to be bit by bit like a fluffy bug The same is spreading... from the forehead to the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, the corners of the lips, the corners of the neck...

In the end, it landed somewhere in the chest!

The sudden pain woke Song Zhiran completely out of his daze, and then, his pupils shrank, and he slapped him.

This slap was actually not very powerful. However, the person being slapped didn't know that Feng Zhao 2.0, who had been slapped several times, almost instinctively reached out and grabbed the waving hand.

Then, Feng Zhao 2.0 regretted it, this strength is soft, and it's fun to suffer~~

What a pity!

The anger in Song Zhiran's eyes disappeared when he touched those gray eyes, replaced by undisguised vigilance and murderous intent, he said, "It's you!"

"It's me, dear, are you happy to see me? Hey, if it weren't for that guy's recent ascension too fast, I wouldn't have been unable to get out for a long time... But it's all thanks to your magic Qi~~"

Speaking of Feng Zhao version 2.0, he couldn't help but twitched Song Zhiran's lips, and before Song Zhiran got angry, he had another French kiss immediately.

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran was blinded by the kiss, and almost went into shock due to lack of oxygen.

Feng Zhao 2.0 felt a little sorry for the strength of the person in his arms, but unfortunately, he smashed his mouth, and before Song Zhiran broke out again, he closed his eyes and ran away.

Song Zhiran: "!!"

Song Zhiran almost fainted.

When Feng Zhao opened his eyes in a daze, he found that Song Zhiran's black robe was half-opened in front of him, and there were ambiguous spots on his fair and shiny chest, and a little cherry red standing proudly...

Feng Zhao's face turned red immediately, especially after realizing that Song Zhiran's complexion was flushed at this time, and her red lips became extra moist and plump due to being overly favored...

He reflexively let go, raised his hand, and emphasized forcefully: "It's not me!"

Song Zhiran, Song Zhiran tilted his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao hurriedly fished him back into his arms, and quickly condensed the light elements to heal him, but he still didn't forget to add: "It's really not me just now, I originally wanted to use the magic energy to cure the magic energy, even if It can't be cured, I can also attract the devilish energy on your body to me, and then... Then I didn't expect that I would be demonized, right? I... I should be demonized, right? Otherwise, how could I treat you Let's do it... No, let's do it, right?"