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

Someone as nervous as Lu Ze felt that something was wrong, not to mention Zhou Nanshan who was preparing the seasoning. He glanced at the brothers and sisters of the Xu family who were also busy outside, gave Lu Ze a look, and closed the kitchen door.

"Xiao Huang, what's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell? Or... are you thinking about it because the leader and the deputy leader are not here?" Zhou Nanshan's last words were completely probing.

However, Huang Mao has a guilty conscience, this test is really the right one.

A look of panic flashed across Huang Mao's expression, and he subconsciously denied it three times, even because he was afraid that Zhou Nanshan would see the clue, he wiped his hands and ran away from the kitchen.

Zhou Nanshan frowned. He looked at the kitchen door that had been slammed shut subconsciously. After pondering for a long time, he turned on his optical brain and sent a communication request to Feng Zhao.

At this moment, Feng Zhao was a little frightened by his own brain hole. He was worried about Huang Mao for a while, and then began to worry about whether the new building in his small courtyard would be occupied by others if Huang Mao was not at home. Or just blow it away...

Just as he was thinking about it, his optical brain, which had been useless until now, suddenly vibrated.

Feng Zhao was stunned. After all, before Song Zhiran turned into a demon, when he realized that he was scared by the medicine of spring, he had used his optical brain to ask for help.

As a result, the optical brain didn't respond at all, and it was obviously isolated by people using shields or jammers.

And now-

"Brother Zhou." Feng Zhao opened his mouth happily, without waiting for Zhou Nanshan's concerned question to speak out, and explained it cracklingly.

Fortunately, Zhou Nanshan was calm enough. After hearing the words and making an "OK" gesture, he was ready to hang up the phone.

At this moment, Feng Zhao suddenly said, "Is Huang Mao okay? Is he at home?"

Zhou Nanshan was puzzled: "Brother Xiao Huang has always been here. Today's barbecue party was brought up by Xiao Huang. However, I think he seems a little absent-minded."

Feng Zhao's worried expression froze for a moment, before Zhou Nanshan could ask again, he had cut off the communication first.

The weirdness in Zhou Nanshan's heart was even worse, and he even vaguely guessed something, but he always cared more about the result than searching for the so-called secret and truth.

and so--

Zhou Nanshan put down the seasoning in his hand, avoided Huang Mao, called Xu Yingjun who was talking to Xu Tian'er, and left the small courtyard of Feng's family under the pretext of going out to buy vegetables.

As for the other half, Feng Zhao punched and kicked the yellow-haired villain in his mind, and after barely venting his unhappiness, he said to Song Zhiran, "Zhou Nanshan and the others will come over later... to negotiate, we should be very happy I can...leave soon."

Song Zhiran said "Mmm", and closed his eyes again. There seemed to be spiritual power surging all over his body, and blue spiritual rings flashed one after another, like flashing lights in his eyes. It was quite beautiful to look at.

Feng Zhao couldn't help but look a few more times. Although he didn't know what Song Zhiran was doing, he had a vague awareness that the other party was doing something very important.

at last!

"Bang!" A sound.

Song Zhiran clenched his hands into a fist, punched himself hard on the heart, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood from the side of his head, the blood was also very strange, as soon as he spit it out, it turned into a few drops and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Yes, run away.

The blood actually penetrated the transparent barrier and ran away!

Feng Zhao felt as if he had watched some unscientific blockbuster, and he silently swallowed the question when he saw Song Zhiran's suddenly languid expression.

Damn, this guy looks a bit miserable.

That blood just now...

Heart bleed?

No way, if it was a whim, how could he run away?Could it be—

Feng Zhao thought of He Jing and that Elder Bai Ze, and his heart skipped a beat. After secretly cursing a dirty word, he took two steps forward and helped Song Zhiran who was struggling to stand up, but couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Don't you usually look very cruel? Why did you let him go instead? Hey, before you let him go, you should call him over and give him a beating, right? Even if he can't be beaten to death, a few more punches can still vent his anger, right?"

Song Zhiran didn't expect Feng Zhao to have seen through his thoughts, and his body stiffened for a moment, but soon returned to normal, even before the door was knocked, he had already pushed away Feng Zhao's support, Stand as straight as a green bamboo.

Not only that.

This guy was a step ahead of Feng Zhao, walked out of the eliminated barrier firmly and stubbornly, and opened the door.

There were a few people standing outside the door, but the one in front was not Elder Bai Ze, nor He Jing, nor even Hei Kui, but——

Zhou Nanshan.

Zhou Nanshan frowned. When he saw Song Zhiran's appearance at the moment, he looked at He Jing next to him almost uncontrollably, and finally glanced at the elder in white robe with some meaning.

"Thank you." Song Zhiran nodded slightly, and nodded at Zhou Nanshan. When the other party subconsciously took half a step back to get out of the way, he suddenly turned around and looked fixedly at Feng Zhao, who saw Feng Zhao's inexplicable scalp hair. When he was numb, he opened his lips slightly and said two words, "Follow me."

Feng Zhao: "???"

Feng Zhao felt that Song Zhiran's words were inexplicably called a younger brother, which made him a little upset, so not long after the question mark on his forehead, the question mark turned into an exclamation mark, and even with that handsome face down.

but.

Looking at Song Zhiran who seemed to be walking smoothly at first glance, but actually walked more and more difficult step by step, Feng Zhao's clenched fist still had a different target.

"Bang!" Feng Zhao landed a fist on He Jing's nose, and then "bang" on Elder Bai Ze beside him. Finally, he looked at Hei Kui, who was dressed in black, It seemed a bit familiar, but after I had no impression, my itchy fist went to Xu Yingjun.

Xu Yingjun: "!"

When Xu Yingjun knew that Zhou Nanshan was coming to find Feng Zhao, he was very concerned, so even though he was completely confused by the scene that was not quite right now, but!

One thing he knows very well!

That is - the debt between himself and Feng Zhao has not been settled, at least Feng Zhao has not forgiven himself unilaterally.

Therefore, Xu Yingjun has been on guard against Feng Zhao.

Because of this, when Feng Zhao's fist was about to land on his face, he took a few steps back decisively, and then backed up a few more steps. Finally, when there was no way back, Xu Yingjun could only grab Feng Zhao's wrist. The voice said kindly: "I...cough cough, I was the one who slipped my tongue before, but you know, Feng Wu asked me, I...I can't hide it."

"Prefer sex over friends." Feng Zhao coldly concluded.

Xu Yingjun blushed, unable to refute, but, "I, I have already paid you 10 black crystals."

Feng Zhao subconsciously wanted to ask "when", but the words came to his lips, and he thought of what happened in the hospital, and thought of Lao Li.

Xu Yingjun still believes in Xu Yingjun's character, but Lao Li's character is not at all...

So, do you still need to think about the whereabouts of your 10 black crystals?

Lao Li was so lucky that he didn't know that he was unlucky enough to be blamed again. However, it doesn't matter to him now whether he knows it or not. Anyway, now that he is called "bitch" and another sentence is still "bitch", he He has completely given up shaking hands with Feng Zhao to make peace.

Lao Li, who was heartbroken, still held it on his face, especially in front of Governor Dongfang and his party. After he boasted about Feng Zhao's future potential, he changed the subject and mentioned the Wood Demon Organization.

"The origin of this organization is unknown, and there is no sign of it appearing and disappearing every time, but we all know that the person who appeared before was Mu Yao, so—"

Old Li paused, looked at other people through the light screen, and after confirming that the eyes of these people were solemn, he said quietly, "Feng Zhao is in danger!"

Feng Zhao also felt that he was in danger, but what made him feel dangerous had nothing to do with Mu Yao, the big boss of the mysterious organization, but——

Song Zhiran.

Without him.

After punching He Jing and Bai Ze, Feng Zhao successfully obtained 10 black crystals as compensation from Xu Yingjun, so he should have been satisfied.

but!

But not long after he walked out of the apartment, he met Song Zhiran who was "waiting for the rabbit", and after the other party said "follow up" a little impatiently, he just followed him back...home.

Yes, back to my own home.

Hey!

Doesn't this guy want to enter the room?

After entering the hall, it is natural to be close to the water first... This crescent moon!

The more Feng Zhao thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, the more uneasy, the more uneasy he was, the less he dared to speak easily, for fear that Song Zhiran would suddenly feel overwhelmed and confessed directly.

After all, after being betrayed, people are relatively fragile, and when the fragile Song Zhiran found that the tall and tall tree beside him became stronger and more reliable, naturally he could no longer suppress his coveting... Want to keep it for yourself.

Then the problem is coming.

After a tactful confession before, should I agree to this confession, or should I agree, or... should I agree?

After agreeing, then, do you want to be happy like this or that today?

and many more!

When I left Song Zhiran's apartment, I seemed to have snatched away the "Eighteen Styles of Longyang". With this book as my guide, I should be a newbie... no problem, right?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhao's extremely handsome face couldn't help getting hot, and he didn't even dare to look at Song Zhiran anymore, but his claws couldn't help but start to move around.

Song Zhiran's long silver hair hanging behind him is so pretty!

In the future, I must successfully get the speed hair growth skills, and then grow as much as I want, how good it is...

Suddenly.

Feng Zhao didn't know when he had already started to play with his hair, but because of a movement of his master, he escaped, and then a sharp gaze shot over him coldly.

Feng Zhao shook his hands, pretended nothing happened, and turned his back, saying: "Cough, it's getting late, or... let's go in first. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten for so long. Are you hungry, how about you?"