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

At the end, Huang Mao did not forget to make a concluding complaint: "Brother Zhao, you want a hero to save the beauty. I can understand you as a brother, but next time, please tell me in advance, okay? I will definitely hide far away, absolutely!"

Feng Zhao was inexplicably guilty, coughed lightly and said, "Are you sure I'm a 'hero to save the beauty'? I'm going to save Song Zhiran? Why don't I believe it?"

Huang Mao took the tissue from Xu Yingjun's hand, wiped away tears vigorously, and snorted: "As the saying goes, beatings are kisses and scoldings are love, so I didn't believe it, but now I... I learned a lot from a pit! Hey! Ouch! Ouch, Brother Xu, quickly help me hold my neck, neck... Ouch, my piece of meat was torn, Ouch, Ouch..."

Feng Zhao watched Huang Mummy Mao make a series of "ouches", and finally, with the help of Xu Yingjun, carefully changed to a less painful position.

Well, how should I put it, miserable is just one word, which is synonymous with yellow hair at the moment.

Feng Zhao rubbed his nose and decided to feel sorry for his little brother, "Would you like to help me, fifty spirit coins?"

Huang Mao's eyes were resentful.

Feng Zhao slapped the palm and retracted a thumb, indicating forty.

Huang Mao's eyes became even more resentful, but this time, Feng Zhao firmly pointed his four fingers, and reminded: "I asked you to help keep the 40 spirit coins secret in the morning, but I haven't given them yet."

Therefore, now it happens to be offset against the treatment fee, and there is no mutual arrears.

Huang Mao was silent for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, you didn't deliberately let Tianlei come to attack me in order to pay for the 40 Lingcoin secrecy fee, did you?"

Feng Zhao didn't bother to answer such a mentally retarded question, so he just raised his chin and sneered: "Don't think I don't know, you just kept yelling, don't you just want to 'eat a free lunch'? Stop dreaming. In a word, is it worth it or not?"

"... Arrive!" the yellow-haired meat said in pain. Fortunately, soon after the familiar light element covered the whole body, the burning pain gradually disappeared, and the body that was cautious like a mummy quickly returned to its usual flexibility.

A quarter of an hour later.

Feng Zhao's face was slightly pale, he wiped off the sweat from his head, looked at the yellow hair that had finally been completely healed, and snorted, feeling deeply that he had lost a lot.

Such a large area of ​​skin trauma, plus a certain amount of internal injuries, only 40 spirit coins, it is like jumping off a building for sale!

but.

It's not impossible for Tianlei not to strike me. After all, I have the protagonist's halo to protect me, and I am God's own son.However, Song Zhiran, the hero who saved the beauty?

How can it be!

Under normal circumstances, Feng Zhao felt that if he didn't make trouble, it was because of the unmarried partner agreement, so he saved it?

My first ring, no, I am already a second ring spiritual master now!

Yes, no matter how messy the intermediate process is, the key is the result!

It turned out that he was already a Second Ring Healer!

Ahahahaha!

Feng Zhao's slightly depressed mood instantly cleared up, and the sun shone brightly on his whole body, and he was in a good mood.

A wave in a wave!

Ok?

Feng Zhao tilted his head abruptly, his glass-colored eyes suddenly met with a pair of extremely black eyes by the window, one bright and the other gloomy, the first moment they confronted each other, it was like a storm was coming.

"Xiao Zhao?" Xu Yingjun was the most careful, and quickly found out that something was wrong with Feng Zhao, and looked over in surprise. After seeing Song Zhi, he couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Song came to see Xiao Zhao again?"

The word "again" made Feng Zhao suddenly have a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, Xu Yingjun said to Feng Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Song has been visiting you three times a day for the past three days, you..."

"Wait, three days?" Feng Zhao keenly grasped the key words, and hurriedly lowered his head to open the drop-down menu of the optical brain, pulled to the last column, and exerted a little force with trembling fingers:

After monitoring, the compulsory activities of Mr. Feng Zhao and Mr. Song Zhiran failed to complete on time because of the promotion of the Huandu Jie, which is understandable, and both of them ascended the Huandu Jie at the same time. At the same time as the mandatory activities, the sweetness value +1, and the mandatory time limit of the unmarried partner agreement remains unchanged.

Feng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the two words "+1" that were specially bolded and marked in red, thinking of the 10000 points that were deducted not long ago, it was very timely to give birth to the sadness of "it is easy to spend money and difficult to make money".

However, his sadness stemming from his poor nature didn't last long, and he was completely bombarded by Song Zhiran's sentence "Your thundercloud is red".

Feng Zhao's first reaction was overjoyed, his robbery cloud was a red thunder cloud, that is to say, he had the legendary aptitude of God rank!

As we all know, spiritual masters are divided into levels by the number of spiritual rings, and divided into three stages by the number of spiritual cores on each spiritual ring, regardless of the rank or level, 9 is the highest.In other words, when the spiritual master is at the highest level of ring 9, when the ninth spiritual ring also cultivates 9 spiritual cores, then this spiritual master is the strongest spiritual master.

But it's a pity that in the past thousand years, only one unworldly talent named Cao Delin has been the strongest, and now the number one healer in the United Nations is only a 9-ring 6-spiritual core, which is commonly known as the middle-level nine-ring, with a high distance There is still a line in the steps.

The so-called god ranks are the ten spiritual rings in the legend, which is a kind of legend that only the legendary god rank qualifications can achieve.

And I am about to become a legend!

Sure enough, I am the protagonist, the halo is awesome~

Feng Zhao's face was full of joy, and he wished to put his hips on his hips and praise himself ten thousand words "beautiful", but there was a deadly enemy in front of him, and the deadly enemy was still staring at him with those sinister eyes.

Hey!

This guy can't be... really interested in himself, right?

Feng Zhao unexpectedly thought of Huang Mao's repeated groaning words not long ago, that he "sacrificed himself to save" Song Zhiran...Since ancient times, a hero saves a beauty, and a beauty has no repayment, only a promise with her body?

Thinking of this possibility, Feng Zhao inexplicably felt the burden of a male god. He gracefully changed his sitting position, and thanked him in a deep voice: "About the scarlet thunder disaster, please trouble Song... my classmate to tell me."

Song Zhiran frowned more and more, and reminded: "It is rumored that the scarlet thunder is a symbol of god-level qualifications."

Feng Zhao smiled modestly: "Classmate Song is black thunder cloud, and his aptitude is also extraordinary."

Song Zhiran was silent for a full minute before reminding again: "Muxiu must be destroyed by forest wind, you really don't understand?"

Feng Zhao smiled more modestly: "As the saying goes, 'A true hero who can be grinded by the sky is a mediocre man who is not envied by others.' Since I was born so good, I was already prepared to be envied by others."

After finishing speaking, Feng Zhao lowered his eyelids slightly, and let out a soft sigh like "the heights are too cold".

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran looked at the fool who felt good about himself before him, and completely lost the mood to continue talking. He got up, turned around decisively, and made up his mind not to embarrass himself anymore.

Ran and egg.

The moment he turned around, Feng Zhao, who was showing off his poor acting skills, hurriedly stopped him, and demanded a reward for "sacrificing his life to save people" during the previous thunder disaster!

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran looked at Feng Zhao, who had suddenly changed into a philistine, and raised his hand suddenly. When Feng Zhao subconsciously took half a step back, a huge water mirror condensed out.

The moment Feng Zhao saw the mirror, he straightened his chest and retracted his stomach, looked sideways slightly, and pursed the corners of his lips slightly. His whole person was cold and indifferent, noble and elegant.

All in all, the self in the mirror has a beautiful face and a superb temperament!

One word, handsome!

Song Zhiran who wanted someone to look in the mirror: "..."

Song Zhiran's open palms snapped together, and Feng Zhao, who was immersed in the beauty of his prosperity in the mirror, immediately came to his senses, looking at the broken water mirror, he didn't care about regret, but immediately seized the opportunity to make his request .

"For the grace of saving my life, it's not too much to ask you for a precious crystal, right?" Feng Zhao said, "Of course, if you don't have a precious crystal of light element, it doesn't matter if you have other attributes, I don't mind."

"I mind." Song Zhiran spit out three words coldly.

Feng Zhao stepped forward with his long legs, and blocked the door of the ward in three or two steps, "If you don't have Baojing, then use black crystals, a thousand black crystals! That's one hundred! Ten! OK, one, one black crystal!" crystal!"

Song Zhiran was only half a step away from Feng Zhao at this moment, and there was a smug look in his extremely black eyes, and the water-colored sword hilt was looming on the cuff of the black robe.

Hey!

Want to fight again?

Five rings beat Lao Tzu and two rings, is it human?

Of course Feng Zhao is not afraid of fighting, at worst, his nose will be bruised and his face will be swollen again. The question is - "Song Zhiran, do you still remember the last column of the optical brain menu? My fiance, Mr.!"

The condensed water sword disintegrated inch by inch, and Song Zhiran's cold white skin moved stiffly, as if distorted or twitching.

"Cough, I hope we can...fuck who--uh!" Feng Zhao's displeased voice was suddenly blocked, his touch was slightly cold, but very soft, his glass-colored eyes enlarged in horror, and the tight black eyes At this moment, the eyes are close at hand.

"Uh... sorry, sorry!" Feng Wu, who pushed the door and entered, never expected to see such an intimate scene. While closing her eyes quickly, she did not forget to cover the eyes of Xu Tian'er next to her, and exited quickly After entering the room, he immediately closed the door again.

With a "bang", the door closed, and Feng Wu added guiltily: "Go ahead."

It has to be said that Feng Wu's sudden appearance and sudden departure was like going to the wrong set. It was a waste of words to write, but it was actually only three seconds.

In the first second, Feng Zhao was hit by a huge force from behind, staggered half a step, and bumped into Song Zhiran's lips.

In the second second, Feng Zhao was overly frightened, and couldn't react except for the instinctive transmission of feelings through the tactile nerves.

In the third second, when Feng Zhao was about to jump away, Song Zhiran had already taken seven or eight steps back.

Yes, it wasn't one step, two steps, three, four, five steps, it was seven or eight steps, and he retreated directly to the corner of the wall. Even Feng Zhao had reason to suspect that if it wasn't because there was a wall blocking Song Zhiran's retreat, he might have retreated to the ends of the earth.

So... shy?

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, the unhappiness of losing his first kiss was healed immediately, the corners of his lips curled up, and the evil humor emerged, and he moved two long legs to come to Song Zhiran, then raised his long arms, and pressed against the wall , posing in a standard wall-dong pose.