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

Song Zhiran's extremely black eyes stared deeply at Feng Zhao, who coughed lightly, then took two steps forward, and was about to push the door open.

Just before pushing the door, I don't know what I thought of suddenly, I suddenly stopped, turned my head and looked over, "You, what were you looking at just now?"

Song Zhiran frowned, not understanding why Feng Zhao asked the question knowingly.

Feng Zhao swallowed hard, and asked again: "You are watching, my small courtyard...is it?"

Song Zhiran still didn't respond, but his gaze towards Feng Zhao had already moved away, and landed on the small courtyard again, which was extremely deep.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao looked at his small courtyard, then at Song Zhiran, at his own home, and then at Song Zhiran who had no expression on his face. The previous guess that the other party wanted to enter the house, and then he would get the moon first was gone. I feel that after being betrayed by everyone, this young master of the Song family who doesn't know which family wants his own territory more than the so-called relying on.

It really belongs to his own territory!

So, this is trying to occupy the magpie's nest? !

Feng Zhao thought of this possibility, and waited until his whole body was in trouble, but soon, he discovered that, compared to the dove occupying the magpie's nest, Song Zhiran, a murderous guy, was more likely to slash his sword at a disagreement, and then I didn't want to. Well, everyone is not good together!

Feng Zhao took a deep breath and decided to see off the guests: "Well, ahem, you are taking me home, right? Well, my house is here... You, um, don't need to continue sending them off, um, there are a lot of people in the family, Today...today is not very suitable for visiting as a guest."

Song Zhiran was pushed back gently by Feng Zhao, but he was not annoyed, and just said flatly, "You think too much."

Feng Zhao's heart trembled, and he decided to run first: "Then, that...that's it. Hahaha, I suddenly woke up and heard something, so I'll go back first, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhao had pushed the door and entered the small courtyard first, and was about to close the door quickly, but——

It was too late and then fast, Feng Zhao only felt a shadow flash in front of his eyes, and then when he came back to his senses, he saw Song Zhiran who was ten meters away from the gate of the courtyard, standing by the gate, not only that, dark brown There was also a hand on the door panel, Song Zhiran's hand.

just.

At this time, this hand was dripping with blood!

Feng Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the strength to close the door was gone. He grabbed Song Zhiran's wrist and asked, "What's going on with you?"

Song Zhiran pumped hard, but when it was fruitless, he didn't continue to push hard, but said slowly: "I need a place to stay temporarily."

After half an hour.

Huang Mao, who was directed by Feng Zhao with sharp eyes, finally retreated, took off his apron, oiled his feet, and ran away.

At this time, three dishes and one soup have been placed on the dining table, which is delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Feng Zhao glanced at Song Zhiran, pushed the bowl and chopsticks over, and said, "Well, let's eat first, let's... talk after we eat?"

Song Zhiran's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was looking at the bowls and chopsticks, and seemed to be thinking about something, after a while he said "um" and moved his chopsticks.

Eat without speaking and sleep without speaking.

Feng Zhao has always disdained to abide by this kind of "feudal bad habits". However, this time, his mind was filled with too many things, which were about to explode, so he decided to take advantage of the meal time to take a good look at them.

Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran ate their late lunch, while Huang Mao ran all the way to He Jing's side as fast as he could.

He Jing is taking care of the room, silent and meticulous, bit by bit, with great care.

just.

Looking at He Jing's every move, Huang Mao always felt like he was looking at an abandoned old man. After his children left, the only thing he could do was to think about others...

Huang Mao couldn't help shivering when he thought of this, he walked up to He Jing in three steps, and was about to speak, but frowned, realizing something was wrong.

"He Jing, what's the matter between your eyebrows? It hurts..." Huang Mao's hand was gently held by He Jing, and before he could speak again, He Jing hugged his whole body into his arms, desperately Yes, like using this embrace to find the fulcrum of the rest of my life.

At the door that was originally open, a white figure stayed for a while, and finally, with a suppressed sob, he left silently, and at the same time quietly closed the door.

"Bai Ze." Hei Kui stopped Bai Ze, frowned, "You...are leaving?"

Bai Ze stood on the roof of the apartment building, just like the night before he made up his mind, looking to the west, watching the golden crow fall, the clouds dispersed, and night...fall.

Hei Kui wanted to say a few words of comfort several times, but each time he found that the words of comfort were beyond his own comfort.

So, there was only silence and bitterness left.

After a long time.

When Hei Kui thought that Bai Ze would continue to stay like this for another day and night, Bai Ze, who was bathed in the morning breeze, suddenly said, "I plan to go to Xiyin Prefecture."

Hei Kui had expected this, but, "The young master..."

"Hei Kui, you go with me." Bai Ze interrupted Hei Kui. He used to be described as a childish face, but in just one night, he was covered with wrinkles, and even his body was bent a little. Restore the old fairy style.

Hei Kui realized something, felt a pain in his heart, but couldn't help taking a step forward, and forcefully pulled Bai Ze's body off the high platform, he said: "You are crazy! You... Bai Ze, choose to give up It's you, you are like this now, what do you mean? Do you still want to continue to persecute the young master? You—"

Bai Ze tilted his head, snorted and said, "So, you have to be careful with me, otherwise, I really... will try to see if our young master has a heart or not? Like...ahem, just like the water back then..."

"Bai Ze!" Hei Kui yelled angrily, interrupting Bai Ze's follow-up words. He was so angry and impatient that he couldn't drop his fist. In the end, he could only shake Bai Ze hard and looked at the other party. After staggering a few times, he fell to the ground slumped.

"From today, no, from now on, I will keep an eye on you, absolutely!"

In the morning wind, the hoarse voice, like another heavy oath, dissipated with the morning wind. At the same time, two figures disappeared, one black and one white, heading towards the west at a high speed.

When Governor Dongfang received Hei Kui's text message, he was arranging for people to continue to strictly investigate the entire Dongling Prefecture, especially within a radius of [-] kilometers from Feng Zhao's home. The investigation must be carried out, and no suspicious person must be missed.

After everything was arranged properly, governor Dongfang opened the text message while drinking tea to moisten his throat. The next second, a sip of tea was sprayed out, which happened to be sprayed on the subordinate who was about to report another matter.

The subordinate wiped off the water stains on his face expressionlessly, and said sternly: "Song Zhiran has lived with Feng Zhao. The reason is unknown, but according to the guess of the subordinate, it may have something to do with the guardians."

It's not just related, it's completely these idiots who are going to turn the world upside down!

Governor Dongfang was so depressed that he wanted to call a bastard, but after years of recuperation, he finally held back, and he even had to care for the first time, "Song Zhiran... what's going on now? His body..."

"He doesn't seem to be in good health, but he was injured before, and he may not be healed." When the subordinate said this, he seemed to think of something, and quickly added, "Tomorrow is the opening day of the Holy Land of Yaochi, the young master of the Song family. I am afraid that the body is not suitable for entering the Holy Land."

Although Governor Dongfang had already guessed it, after hearing this, he still couldn't help but want to ask if God did it on purpose!

It was not easy for them in Dongling Prefecture to produce a god-level qualified Feng Zhao. They thought they could join forces...

As a result, the Wooden Demon Organization, which has been in hiding for five or six years and has never even made a fuss in Dongling Prefecture, came and almost killed Feng Zhao, and the Song family... no, to be precise, the Xuanwu lineage has been around since ancient times. The guardian, actually stuck in time to be a demon!

The good young master was almost useless!

Governor Dongfang only felt a dull pain in his heart, a mouthful of old blood stuck there, unable to spit out, unable to get down, so he could only hold back.

"That's all, these two... these two children are together now, it's more convenient for us to arrange someone to protect them, it's more convenient..."

The subordinate heard the forced smile in Governor Dongfang's words, frowned, and reminded: "Governor, have you forgotten that Feng Zhao still has devilish energy hidden in his body."

Governor of the East: "!"

"My subordinates have heard that Song Zhiran has an extremely yin physique, and his Xuanwu blood is extremely pure. When these two conditions are combined, his physique is a body that devil qi likes to live in the most."

Before the words of his subordinates finished speaking, Governor Dongfang, who was barely sitting, had already stood up with great strides, and disappeared in the direction of the west in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, the honorable governor decided to go and capture the two guardian elders who patted their asses away first.

Or, at least ask clearly.

Close the small courtyard.

Feng Zhaopi blocked Huang Mao, who was about to go out, with a half-smile, his eyes stayed on the thermos in the opponent's hand for a long time, and then he reached out to grab it.

Huang Mao had been prepared for a long time, and at the same time he quickly turned the thermos bucket behind his back, he spread his other hand, revealing a spirit crystal, and handed it to Feng Zhao's eyelids flatteringly.

"...What do you mean?" Feng Zhao asked knowingly.

Huangmao made fun of him: "Brother Zhao, I... I, no, someone paid for this lunch. This is the money for the meal!"

Feng Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Someone bought it?"

Huang Mao nodded vigorously, and the yellow hair on the top of his head also shook, like a little yellow chicken pecking rice, but it was a little cute.

The unhappiness in Feng Zhao's heart dissipated a bit, but soon, he thought of something, and his glazed eyes once again showed unkindness. He took a step forward, and asked in a low voice: "Be honest, what are you and He Jing?" When did it happen?"

Huangmao: "!"

Huang Mao was about to deny San Lian almost subconsciously, but before he could say the denial, he was lightly bumped on the shoulder.

Feng Zhao pointedly asked: "A taciturn big facial paralysis, how did you... get into it?"