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

Song Zhiran frowned and pursed his lips, his extremely black eyes fixedly looked at a stone at the foot in front of him, oval, khaki, with texture...texture...

Why is there still no movement?

what happened?

"...Feng Zhao?" Song Zhiran asked, "You, are you dressed yet?"

There was no response. At this moment, there seemed to be nothing except the sound of breathing.

Did something really happen?Or... Or is this idiot pretending to be stupid and running away with a guilty conscience?

Song Zhiran took a deep breath, his extremely black eyes changed back and forth between shame, anger, gloomy and irritable for a full ten seconds, before turning around suddenly.

At the moment when he turned his head, the oval-shaped khaki-colored alien egg, which had been pretending to be a stone, carefully exhaled the breath that almost burst its shell.

If there was another unusual aura so close at another time, Song Zhiran would not be unaware of it, but now, with all his attention on Feng Zhao, how could he notice it?

Feng Zhao, who was hastily covered by a blue robe, still maintained the previous lying posture, motionless as if he had died.

"Feng Zhao!" Song Zhiran stepped forward and probed Feng Zhao's breath with his fingers. After confirming that the other party was still breathing, his suddenly changed expression slightly restrained, but a pair of extremely black eyes shrank again, because the master was too emotional As for the lips that were pressed hard, they were so red that they were about to bleed.

"Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao..."

Song Zhiran's beast spirit is born in the water category, but he has cultivated decisiveness in killing and sharpness in swords. Therefore, at this time, apart from instinctively looking for spiritual grasses and elixir from storage bracelets, or even gemstones , unexpectedly helpless.

"Feng Zhao."

"Feng Zhao, wake up—"

The spirit grass and elixir couldn't be stuffed in, but Baojing, Song Zhiran looked at Feng Zhao who had finally recovered his human body at this time, hesitated again and again, but still dropped Baojing, then took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and bent his legs on the ground , began to press Feng Zhao's obviously distended abdomen.

again and again.

Soon, Feng Zhao started spitting water.

Song Zhiran's eyes were a little more joyful, but he still didn't dare to relax at all, while maintaining the pressing action, he quickly recalled the next action...

Next step……

Next step.

Yes, breathe.

Amidst the seemingly invisible curl of water vapor, by the side of the hot spring pool, two people lying on one knee and kneeling on the other are...kissing.

Warmly, again and again.

Although the posture is a bit strange, and the emotions of each other seem to be out of place, but...well, there is another one without clothes...

So qualify.

"Drip." A voice came from nowhere, and then the oval, earthy-yellow beast egg, which was quietly trying to turn over, suddenly trembled as if it had sensed something. , reflexively and instinctively changed the oval appearance into a round one.

"Grumble-"

Before a certain force eroded over, the beast egg rolled away at the fastest speed, and because of a coincidence, it rolled away one of the precious crystals that Song Zhiran turned out of the storage bracelet in a panic—— A khaki gemstone.

***

"At the beginning of human beings, people are inherently good, and their natures are similar..." In the dilapidated thatched cottage, a schoolboy was shaking his head, and was reciting the "Three Character Classic" with the old village head with a goatee.

"San Zi Jing" is the first book for all children to be enlightened, and Feng Zhao is no exception. Since he was born, because of his weak body, he was supposed to be given up by everyone in his family, but who made him the only male Woolen cloth?

Not only the family, but also the only male in the entire Fengjia Village, the other is the old village chief.

It is said that a few years ago, when the imperial court conscripted soldiers, all the males in Fengjia Village were confiscated. If the village still needed to be managed, even the old village chief would not let it go.

But fortunately, the old village head was left behind. When the old village head found out that Feng Zhao was born, he embraced his life and at the same time called the women and children of the whole village in time to propose the idea of ​​supporting Feng Zhao for the imperial examination.

Feng Zhao didn't know how the old village chief persuaded these women and children. Anyway, since he was conscious, he has been living with the old village chief, listening to the other party shaking his head and reading the "Three Character Classics", which later became "The Analects" , became "Mencius", "University" and so on.

Feng Zhao didn't know why an old village chief didn't take the imperial examination since he knew so much, but he only knew that he had read from a babbling child to sixteen, seventy-eight, and at this time, he was finally rich. I went to the county seat to take the county test.

However, when Feng Zhao got into the bullock cart and left the village, he also left with him a sister who was about the same age as him. She was very beautiful and was said to be going to a rich family to enjoy the blessings.

The relationship between my sister and Feng Zhao is not good, but I can't say it's bad. After all, everyone in the village has an attitude towards Feng Zhao, so my sister proposed to ask Feng Zhao to send her to the county seat. At the door of the big family's house, Feng Zhao agreed.

It's just that after he watched his sister enter the rich family with tears in his eyes, but got ten taels of silver from the housekeeper of the rich family, he vaguely understood what was going on.

This is how I got the money for my next exam.

Fortunately, Feng Zhao won the exams, and he passed the county examinations all at once, and he soon became a scholar, and the ten taels of silver were all spent.

As the so-called poor scholar is rich, Feng Zhao is now the former, even if he really doesn’t like reading that much, even if Feng’s village can enter without a beautiful sister selling, everyone thinks that Feng Zhao must continue to study...

In the blink of an eye, it will be another ten years.

During the ten years of the Dasheng Dynasty, the old emperor who had lived for a long time boiled his sons to death, and when everyone thought he was going to boil his grandchildren to death, he suddenly belched.

The battle for status caused the dynasty to be in chaos for a long time. After all the forces finally decided the winner, the one who was elected to the throne was a young emperor who had just returned to milk.

The result of the young master's strong ministers, or a group of strong ministers, is that the Dasheng Dynasty, which was not so clear and bright, had more corrupt officials. Even more difficult.

In order to support Feng Zhao, the young women and children in Fengjia Village have already gone to "enjoy blessings" one by one. Even some older women and children have become servants of the wealthy households in the next village, serving people or crops all day long. , or serve livestock, for what?Not to live, but to sell himself for that idea!

Relying on the money from selling his body, Feng Zhao finally got to the bottom of the second-class Jinshi and finished the arduous road of imperial examination.However, because he was poor and poor, he couldn't give bribes, so he was about to be sent to a small and impoverished county town in the end.

As soon as such bad news came out, the people in Fengjia Village, who were holding on to their breath, were completely desperate. When they saw Feng Zhao, they only had one wish. Let Feng Zhao take advantage of the three-month vacation to get married and have children. There is only one male left in Feng Family Village!

Yes, they hoped that Feng Zhao would leave a child in Fengjia Village before leaving, and it had to be a boy!

It was at this moment that Feng Zhao seemed to have come out of the misty life of the past few years, and had a very real feeling, especially when he saw Huan Fei who suddenly appeared in front of him. Yan Shou, young women with their own merits.

The old village chief said: "The blood of the Feng family cannot be broken, treasure, we have already prepared good candidates for children, and top-notch ginseng, as long as you work hard!"

The once beautiful sister, now the sister who looks like a mean old woman, held Feng Zhao's hand and cried: "Xiao Zhao, we haven't asked you anything for so many years, but now I beg you to leave a seed for our Feng family. Break!"

A group of old women and children who had sold themselves as slaves also started to cry, and they all hoped that he would immediately bring these young women, who looked around at least thirty, into the room and start making the next generation.

Feng Zhao felt both ridiculous and pathetic, and vaguely felt an indescribable discord. After all, the group of women in front of him who were said to be sent by rich families in the county were really good-looking. .

Fortunately, Feng Zhao always felt that these women should not stand in front of a poor man like himself, but should stand in the old emperor's harem, after all, each of them had a face that could directly be a concubine.

But now these women who can enter the palace to be concubines, all of them are full of affection for him, looking at him frequently, it seems that they all have deep roots in love for him!

This is a bit... Fuck!

Feng Zhao didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that everything was wrong. Finally, after being locked up by the old village head and a group of kind villagers in a large courtyard that was said to be provided by wealthy households in the county, after lighting aphrodisiac incense, They started to wait outside and wait for Feng Zhao to create a bloodline of the Feng family...

Oh no, it's the male of the Feng family!

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao felt that this was very wrong, very very wrong, but what was even more wrong was that he clearly remembered that he was weak, but why could he directly pick up a woman and walk to the bed under the scent of aphrodisiac?

Note that the key is not to hug a woman, let alone a bed, but——hugging!

He, as weak as him, how did you hug him?

"Lang Jun~~" The beautiful and passionate woman called out softly under him.

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao only felt goosebumps all over his body, and his whole body was a bit unwell, and what was even worse was that he always felt like he was being stared at by some sinister stare on his back.

This negative test...

Negative test?

Negative test... the line of sight?

Feng Zhao finally couldn't hold it back, and looked back, and sure enough, he met a pair of sinister eyes. This was his brother Qi in name, but his real husband was standing at the window looking at him.

Keep silent, keep silent.

It was at this time that Feng Zhao finally pulled out the memory of Song Zhiran from his past memories, thinking that the other party was the husband that the old village head had arranged for him when he was 15 years old to participate in Juren. The villagers originally had a good family background, but because they had a stepmother, they would have a stepfather, so the old village head made a marriage contract with a tael of silver.

Then, she got married on the same day and began to take care of Feng Zhao.

However, Feng Zhao thought of Song Zhiran who obeyed him in his memory, and Song Zhiran who was looking at him with a pair of extremely black eyes...

I always feel like I might not be alone!

Even if you are jealous, you can't be jealous at this time, right?After all, in my memory, I seem to go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion when I make friends, and I always go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in order to participate in the literary conference, and then naturally I always stay overnight with a good face when I am too drunk...

Wait, good face?

Feng Zhao touched his face, and suddenly became confused. Didn't he look so ordinary that when he wanted to cling to the princess in the capital, he was rejected by others, and in the end he could only pinch his nose and be suppressed to become a small county magistrate?How could someone stay overnight just because of his looks?Whoring for nothing?

Is it because the princess is well-informed?

When Feng Zhao was still wondering whether he was good-looking, a mass of warmth suddenly leaned over behind him. Not only that, but the other women on both sides who had already half-undressed also blew at him in a coquettish voice, saying, Sir, I want to give you a baby...

If this was scary enough, what was even more terrifying was that Song Zhiran, who had been standing by the window, suddenly climbed onto the bed...

Yes, bed climbing!

Song Zhiran suddenly came in from the window, dragged the woman off the bed, lay on the bed himself, and waved to Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao only felt that his head was going to explode, while his mind was telling him that his husband was fighting for favor, since it was a fight for favor, of course he had to do this, but at the same time, his mind was cueing him madly, calling him a pill!

"...Feng Zhao." A hoarse voice sounded, and it was Song Zhiran calling him, with a pair of extremely dark eyes filled with a feeling of uneasiness and inexplicable excitement for Feng Zhao.

"Feng Zhao!" Song Zhiran frowned, his lips were as red as blood, like a silent invitation and temptation, "You, come here..."

Feng Zhao raised his leg subconsciously, but stopped, and immediately took two or three steps back after recovering, like an instinct that didn't know when it was engraved into the bone marrow.

Instinctively afraid of something.

"Feng Zhao..." Song Zhiran opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't say anything, but the face that was originally cold and pale suddenly seemed to be a little paler, looking a little scary .

"Cough cough." Song Zhiran coughed twice, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Zhao suddenly felt worried, and this overly strong emotion made his previous fear a little less. He leaned over carefully and quickly, and was about to ask what's wrong with you, but was suddenly held back by Song Zhiran, who had been prepared for a long time. He grabbed his wrist, and then pulled and pulled.

With a "bang", Feng Zhao fell on Song Zhiran's body, his whole body stiffened into a stone.

At this time, the women who were all around the room with their coquettish voices before suddenly disappeared, and only the voices from outside became louder and louder, as if the zoom button was suddenly pressed.

"Feng Zhao is the last blood of my Feng family, God bless him, he must make these women conceive boys!"

"Our Fengjia Village doesn't have many requirements, as long as there is a male fetus, one is fine..."

"Inheritance of bloodlines and transmission of incense are the last extravagant wishes of all of us in Fengjia Village. Feng Zhao, you must work hard!"

"I knew I should have let Feng Zhao marry a wife back then. Although Husband took better care of Feng Zhao, he couldn't have children. After so many years, I don't know how many times the goodness of Dun Lun was wasted..."

"Grandfathers of the Feng family, you must bless our only seedling to continue the bloodline!"

"..."

On the left is a sentence of incense, and on the right is a sentence of blood, but it fell into Feng Zhao's ears, but it was not as lethal as Feng Zhao imagined.

Feng Zhao felt that he should be ashamed, ashamed that he had not been able to pass on the bloodline incense to the Feng family, because he seemed not so willing to fulfill the only wish of these benefactors who raised him at this time; but he also felt that he should be resentful, because I am a person, not a tool, let alone a tool for passing on the family line!

Therefore, Feng Zhao, who was torn apart by shame and resentment, didn't notice that the expression in Song Zhiran's eyes under him changed a few times, and finally, as if he had finally made up his mind, he suddenly turned over and pressed Feng Zhao under him.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao instinctively wanted to struggle, but his pupils suddenly dilated, someone bit his lips hard, and the smell of blood like rust brought him back to his senses in an instant.

This...is this husband so eager?

Or, it turned out that they were in this position when they were in London?

How should I put it, compared to being bitten, Feng Zhao is more unacceptable to the problem of posture. He always feels that he should not be the one being suppressed. He actually prefers offense to enjoyment...

However, he had no chance to speak.

He was bitten twice more.

After three mouthfuls in a row, Song Zhiran seemed to have finally given up on something, looked deeply at Feng Zhao with a pair of extremely black eyes, and said, "Who do you choose?"

Feng Zhao's expression was dazed, and he was about to ask, when suddenly there was another woman next to the bed. She was extremely beautiful, and her temperament was even better. The most important thing was that she was the Princess Feifei whom I had been thinking about all along in my memory. , the only sister of the little emperor today.

"Feng Zhao." Princess Feifei said, her voice was full of disappointment and helplessness, but more of friendship. She said, "I have been waiting for you to come to me, but why did you just leave...But It doesn't matter, I'm here to find you, as long as you want, we can be together immediately, I will give you a child, two, or three or four, as long as you like, as long as it is your blood, I will be happy. And -"

"I have already obtained the imperial brother's oral order, as long as you are willing to be with me, tomorrow, no, today, immediately, you will not only be my favorite son-in-law, but also the father of my future child, and the father of our Great Sacred Dynasty." Hubu Shangshu, second-rank official, in the future..."

Princess Feifei paused for a moment before slowly expressing her final thoughts, "In the future, the entire Great Holy Dynasty will be ours."

The last sentence is simply blatantly saying, you want to usurp the throne!

This was the first thought that came to Feng Zhao's mind, but before he could figure out why he would complain like a bystander, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

The world in front of him seemed to be divided into two, with Song Zhiran on one side and Princess Feifei on the other.

On Song Zhiran's side, there are two lonely old men in a thatched house with wooden beds; on the other side, there are palace clothes, a beautiful wife, surrounded by descendants, and most importantly, he is still sitting on the highest dragon chair...

Feng Zhao blinked, blinked again, and finally when he decided to blink for the third time, the two contrasting scenes finally disappeared. He looked at Princess Feifei, then at Song Zhiran, and then at Feifei Princess, look at Song Zhiran again...

One is wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei, and is luxurious.

A silver-haired black robe, but expensive and natural, as if, as if... I don't know when I saw the crane in my memory, it was special, special and unattainable.

No no no, not as if, but should!Feng Zhao felt that he should have seen this crane in his memory, yes, it must be a crane!

So now that the crane has turned into a human form, it still seems to be interested in him?So, what's that guy's?

He must want to transform himself into a fairy!

Feng Zhao's heart was moved at once, but soon he remembered that becoming an immortal was much more difficult than studying. He read...it seemed that his reading was particularly difficult. Feng Zhao couldn't figure out how hard it was, but as long as When he thought of studying, he felt that he was not well, and even wanted to run away immediately.

And cultivating immortals is more difficult than studying!

Feng Zhao's heartbeat turned into fear and retreat, and he looked hesitantly at Princess Feifei, who represented the good choice of the emperor in the world.

As the saying goes, is it the king's land under the whole world, is it the king's servants on the shore of the land, the world belongs to the emperor, and so does the money!

The poor Feng Zhao's heart was moved, but his eyes showed such a little carelessness, his mouth was bitten again and he didn't say anything, and was forced to ask nose to nose: "Who do you choose?"

Feng Zhao felt that the nose touching his nose might not be a nose, but a long sword, and the master wanted to penetrate his head with a long sword...

Feng Zhao was a little scared, especially when Song Zhiran, who was obviously his husband, who was obviously obedient to his words, looked at him with those extremely black eyes, he couldn't help but follow his heart.

I want to tell you from the bottom of my heart...

But before he had time to speak, he suddenly felt his consciousness being driven out.

Yes, get out!

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao was shocked to see his own face, his own body, and even saw the two people overlapping each other at this moment.

Feng Zhao: "!!"

Feng Zhao watched helplessly, who was occupying his body, pressed against his face, smiling like a chicken thief, when Song Zhiran was about to press him again, he suddenly slapped Song Zhiran's waist with his backhand , Swallowed Song Zhiran's forced question... Oh no, it was in his own mouth.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao immediately felt a strong sense of being offended, no, to be precise, it was a feeling of being offended by his own belongings.

Anger, jealousy, a fire simmered in my heart.

And what made him even more angry was that the man's hand—no, it was my hand... No, no, no, even though it is my hand now, but I am not using it myself, so it is not my hand— —Anyway, it was that hand that was groping at an extremely incredible speed.

If it were another person, Feng Zhao might suspect this person. This dog who occupied his body and put his handsome face on his face was trying to steal something, but for some reason, he was sure, he was very sure, especially When you find that person squinting over to show off his expression, you are completely sure!