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

The mood of his master!

Catamino doesn't know why his emotions are felt by a "dog", but this does not prevent him from getting the right way to use the "dog" immediately. It was conveyed, but the difference was that he was targeting another target this time.

So, in the next second, the ordinary orcs holding their belongings were knocked away one by one, and then their pets were bitten out one by one and died on the spot.

Hearing these people's angry accusations against him, Catamino apologized, and even kicked his "dog" viciously, again and again, but in his heart, he was laughing pervertedly.

Laughing at this group of people deserves it, laughing at the strength of their dog, laughing at the fact that they will have such a powerful dog in the future...

Catemino, who was immersed in imagining a bright future, didn't notice that the dog kicked to the ground by him had a demonic energy in his eyes that was rapidly permeating in a place he couldn't see, and with the appearance of the demonic energy in his eyes, Devil energy also slowly emerged from the healers who were killed around them, and began to gather in one direction.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Feng Wu, who was watching the game in the underground world, immediately got up, holding Feng Xiuxiu in one hand and Xu Tian'er in the other, looking vigilantly at the place where the loud noise came from.

"What, what's wrong?" Feng Xiuxiu tugged at her cloak in fear.

Xu Tian'er frowned, she looked at Feng Xiuxiu with some displeasure, and said softly: "Sister Feng Wu, why don't we go out first? Such a big commotion, I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter."

Feng Wu frowned, and after thinking for a while, she took Feng Xiuxiu and Xu Tian'er away from the underground world, and when they returned to the place where they lived temporarily after dressing up, they saw Huang Baozhu who had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing that the three of them came back intact, Huang Baozhu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The discovery of the devil seed in the underground world has alarmed the high-level officials of Xiyin Prefecture. You should not go out these days."

The news of the outbreak of demon seeds in the underground world of Xiyin Prefecture was quickly conveyed to the Central Plains Huangzhou, and when the relevant information was transmitted to the high-level United Nations through secret communication channels, it was another shock.

Without him, compared to the double-digit deaths of ordinary orcs caused by the outbreak of demon species, there is definite evidence that the underground world of Xiyin Prefecture is actually doing business in the business of spiritual masters, which is the real reason for the high-level anger.

Because these outstanding spiritual masters who had hoped to be the frontline against the evil tide were maliciously domesticated into livestock by the people of the underground world, for people to play, or for ordinary orcs to play. All kinds of oppressive measures against spiritual masters are like helping the evildoers!

As soon as this news came out, the proposal to decide whether to disclose the Xiyin State's demon tide by means of a proposed vote was directly passed by the Supreme Council with a unanimous vote.

So, on April 25th, when Feng Zhao, Song Zhiran and whoever Lao Li left the holy land at the time when the holy land of Yaochi was completely closed, everyone was paying attention to the United Nations, except Governor Dongfang, who had known it for a long time. The latest news about the magic tide in Xi Yinzhou.

Governor Dongfang took time out of his busy schedule to appease Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran, then gave Lao Li a wink, and then left in a hurry to properly deal with the bad influence of some people due to the outbreak of the demonic tide in Xiyin Prefecture in recent days. deal with.

However, Governor Dongfang never expected that he hoped that Lao Li would inform Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran of the situation of the upcoming five-state competition and the current situation of Dongling Prefecture. followed and left.

Yes, after Lao Li made sure that this brat Feng Zhao was not dead, he didn't want to see him at all, lest he couldn't help but get violent and beat him up.

As for Song Zhiran...

When Lao Li saw this boy from the Song family, he would think of the fact that he was covered in a sack, and his face would hurt, so let's not see the face and not hurt!

Lao Li walked straightforwardly and proudly, and directly copied and pasted the "disdain" that Feng Zhao had been hanging on his face all the way to his own face, which was very annoying!

Old man Ji watched such "disgusting" Lao Li approaching from a distance, and he lost all thoughts of being a peacemaker, and just asked, "How is the situation in the Holy Land?"

Old Li said: "It's okay."

"Did you find the Styx Puppet? Or did Styx appear?" Old Man Ji asked.

Lao Li thought for a while, then shook his head: "Not at all. I think it might have been an accident before, or... there were some other things that we don't know about, which made the rioting Styx quiet again."

Speaking of this, Lao Li asked old man Ji, "You are guarding outside the door, have you noticed other people leaving through the gate of the Holy Land?"

Old man Ji's expression changed slightly, he nodded solemnly, lowered his voice and said that the moment Lao Li entered after the gate of the holy land was finally repaired and opened, he found a flash of green light. The caring person stared at, but no one else noticed.

Lao Li frowned: "Green light? Are you sure it's green light?"

The old man Ji nodded seriously, and put forward his own guess: "I suspect that it should be a wood-type healer, with a level at least higher than the seventh ring, and I even suspect that the other party's beast spirit may be some kind of small hummingbird, which is fast and difficult. aware."

However, Lao Li couldn't help but think that he saw a plant-like beast somewhere in the Holy Land that had lost its vitality long ago. There remained a broken dress that clearly belonged to a human female, as well as some white bones... …

On this side, Old Li and Old Man Ji speculated again and again about the abnormality in the holy land of Yaochi. On the other side, Feng Zhao, who was sitting on a bench outside the scenic spot in the dark, finally stood up and prepared to go home.

Seeing this, Song Zhiran, who had been standing not far away, frowned, but heeled up.

The night sky is full of stars, a round of the moon is hanging, and the fine silver light is falling, but it does not illuminate the way home.

Not long after Feng Zhao walked out of the scenic spot, he walked in another direction as if he had really taken the wrong path, which led to a slum.

Song Zhiran vaguely guessed that Feng Zhao was going to see that person, which made him silently pause with someone's footsteps, and finally stayed where he was, and never followed.

"Master, why didn't you follow?" the Barbie-like inheritance spirit always ran out of the black sleeve robe with a small head and asked.

Song Zhiran pursed his lips and remained silent.

The Spirit of Inheritance tilted his head and said in a low voice, "Master, I can feel Feng Zhao... Boss, it seems very unhappy."

When Song Zhiran heard the word "big brother", there seemed to be a flash of light in his extremely dark eyes, and the corners of his lips could not help but relax a little.

The Spirit of Inheritance doesn't know that its master is happy because he recalled his dark history. After leaving the illusion that belongs to it, although it can still detect people's emotions quickly, it can no longer clearly know the other party's emotions. thought in my mind.

Therefore, at this time, the Spirit of Inheritance felt that his master was in a much better mood. Although he didn't know why, he couldn't help but continue to insist: "Brother Feng may have something on his mind, I think... Could it be because I don't have Choose him, is he in a bad mood?"

No.

Song Zhiran gave an extremely positive answer in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just opened and closed his lips and uttered four words: "You think too much."

The Spirit of Inheritance doesn't think it thinks too much, but it really has a lot to say. After all, it has held back for many, many years, and finally has a master. It is very happy to talk, just like in the second illusion. Knowing that it shouldn't be, I couldn't help but talk a lot to Feng Zhao with a small mouth.

but now.

The Spirit of Inheritance faintly sensed Song Zhiran's sudden change of mood again, he pursed his lips, and quietly withdrew his head: Sigh, the master is good at everything, and nothing is better than Big Brother Feng... Bah bah!What big boss, just seal Zhao!Feng Zhao!The master is better than Feng Zhao in everything, but it's really not good that he doesn't like to talk...

It was because of this that the spirit of inheritance couldn't help but miss Feng Zhao, even though the other party was shameless and threatened to call him "big brother" by pulling his hair while the master was accepting the inheritance, But with each other, you can have a good time together.

It is said that the master has a guardian who is as paralyzed as the master, and then this guardian not only betrayed the master, but also got involved with Brother Feng's younger brother, and I don't know how he got involved?

Damn it, why did that scoundrel Feng Zhao not finish speaking on purpose?I have given myself a precious crystal of the water element, but it is too much for me to return it to myself!

"Ah! Ahh!"

Feng Zhao, who was scolded by the inheritance spirit rolling around in the black sleeve robe, suddenly sneezed twice, loudly and loudly, and startled some of the surrounding residents to hear dogs barking, and some even opened their doors. Lights, hiding in the room and peeping secretly.

The law and order in Dongling Prefecture is actually not bad, but it is only near the slums, but after all, there are some incidents of thieves and dogs, so it is normal for Feng Zhao to be vigilant at this time, just like him, walking here at this time A place where there are no street lights, and the moonlight and starlight can hardly shine in...

Also a little scared.

Yes, be afraid.

Feng Zhao subconsciously rubbed the glazed bead on his neck. This bead was said to be left to him by his mother. Now it has faded from the ordinary and cheapness of the past, and it is moist and clear.

The glass beads brought great comfort to Feng Zhao's mind, and even his body, which was still a little cold, seemed to be a little warmer.

However, Feng Zhao rationally felt that this might be because he quickened his pace.

at last.

Feng Zhao entered this familiar courtyard again, and there was someone in what he thought was an empty courtyard again.

The dirty old man in sloppy clothes swayed with his legs crossed while holding the peanuts. He flicked the peanuts with his fingers, and then the peanuts bounced high and fell into the old man's mouth accurately. He chewed and chewed happily. to eat.

How should I put it, although Feng Zhao vaguely guessed that the old man was probably waiting for him, or rather, he had been waiting for him, but!

But I feel itchy and want to punch someone!

The light in Feng Zhao's hand condensed, then dissipated, condensed again, and dissipated again... After repeated trials like this several times, he still hadn't made up his mind, and the bad old man who had been putting on a show couldn't sit still.

The bad old man snorted softly and said, "Why did you go to the Holy Land and even scare you out of courage? Just say it again, let it go if you have a P, old man, I'm still waiting to finish talking and go to bed!"

Sure enough... waiting for myself...

The light gun condensed in Feng Zhao's hand completely dissipated this time and there was no tendency to continue to condense. He took a few steps forward and sat face to face with the old man, looking fixedly at the old man with a pair of glazed eyes. After a long time, he said: "I, am I... am I stupid?"

The bad old man, the bad old man was so startled that he almost got stuck in the peanuts. He coughed hard and said, "What? What did you just say?"

"...I said, am I stupid?" Feng Zhao repeated, this time, calmly.

The bad old man was a little afraid to eat peanuts. He glanced at the clothes on Feng Zhao's body, quickly stretched out his claws, and wiped them.

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao glanced at the oil stain on his sleeve, as if he hadn't seen anything, looked at the bad old man again, waiting for an answer from the other party.

The bad old man who waited for Feng Zhao to explode and fight: "..."

The bad old man suddenly felt that he was a little Alexander. He changed the comfortable posture of Erlang's legs, sat up a little bit upright, and then asked a little cautiously: "Did you... suffer a lot when you were in the Holy Land? The kid didn't protect you?"

Feng Zhao didn't expect the bad old man to ask this. He was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became unnatural for a moment, but soon these unnaturalness was covered up by another emotion.

Feng Zhao's long eyelashes drooped, and his handsome face seemed to have lost its brilliance at this moment. It was extremely bleak, "You know Xiyin Prefecture, Song Zhiran knows it, my sister knows it. Demon tide, demon seed... you all know it too .and I don't know anything..."

"Uh, don't you know now?" The old man felt more and more that Feng Zhao's mood was not right, but before he could figure out what was going on with this self-confident brat, he saw The guy who bowed his head in silence again, after sitting blankly for a while, suddenly sighed, then stood up and left.

gone……

Just gone?

Either push people away by themselves, or run away early, in short, the old man who is used to taking the initiative, now seeing Feng Zhao's back that is obviously not right, finally regrets it belatedly.

Some things, maybe I should have told the brat earlier...

But chasing after it now seems unnecessary.

The bad old man sighed, suddenly frowned, raised his hand to cover his chest somewhere, and vomited a mouthful of blood from the side of his head. There was a little black blood, slowly wriggling under the moonlight, and finally the red in the blood was covered by black. Engulfed completely, and black?

The black matter had just grown, when it was pressed heavily by a finger that suddenly fell, and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Zhao left the slums, stood at a fork in the road, and went back to find Song Zhiran on the same road. He still took another road and went straight home. After hesitating for three seconds, he chose another road.

just.

It wasn't long before he set foot on another road, but he walked more and more slowly, more and more slowly, until finally, he simply stopped.

Yes, stopped, but neither turned back nor moved forward.

Or to be more precise, in Feng Zhao's depressed mood now, there are only two characters - confused, he doesn't know, how should he choose?I don't even know what will happen if I look back, and what if I move forward?

he……

He is not the main character after all.

Xia Xuanyue fell from midair at some point, and the shadows of the whirling trees on both sides of the road were stretched to the extreme, and then covered Feng Zhao and his shadow together.

Feng Zhao, who had been staring at his own shadow, suddenly felt more bitterness in his mouth, and the embarrassment that had been hidden in his heart, at this moment, he finally found a chance not to hide it, and burst out.

Yes, embarrassing.

I always thought that I was the protagonist... In fact, in the eyes of others, I was one and two, no, maybe it was just a joke.

And if it's just a joke, it's fine, the clown also has the right to live, and what about him?

Demonic?

Demonize...

Demon!

Demon you uncle!Feng Zhao couldn't help cursing viciously from the bottom of his heart, his crimson eyes stared at the blackness of the ground, as if he was looking at the magic energy, seeing that the last bit of confidence that he should have had was swallowed up completely without a trace s things!

However, what's the use of having faith when your life is about to die?

Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or just today, in the next second, my spiritual consciousness will be soaked in demon energy again, and then... I will be completely replaced.

Feng Zhao never felt that he was still himself after being demonized. How could a person manipulated by demonic energy still be a human being?

Why, why is the devilish energy here not taking an unusual path?

In the world of comprehension in the novel, it is the demonic cultivator who needs demonic energy for cultivation. The demonic energy is really just a kind of aura, and the demonic cultivator can completely follow his heart. As long as he keeps his heart, he will not be affected, nor Good and evil...

The more Feng Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that he was not a so-called protagonist. He was just an unlucky ghost. He was so unlucky that he was clearly a hero in his previous life, but in the end he was burned to death. Even if he was burned to death, why did he have to time travel?

Time travel is time travel, why do you want to travel to this shit world of orcs?

Even in the world of orcs... why is there a distinction between ordinary orcs and spiritual masters, and why there are demon tides and demon seeds...

Even if you must have these things, why let him be so unwilling!

Yes, not reconciled!

What really makes Feng Zhao feel sad is that he is not reconciled, why can't he have the halo of the protagonist as he imagined, the possibility of counterattack, and the... chance to get what he wants?

Song Zhiran watched Feng Zhao from a distance, watched him walk out of the slums, watched him hesitate at the fork in the road, watched him walk more and more slowly, and finally couldn't walk anymore, looked at him as if he couldn't bear it anymore Standing still, he squatted down and hugged his head, as if...

Like my former self.

"Master, Mr. Feng seems to be crying." The inheritance spirit whispered, with a little concern in his voice, yes only a little, it thought, because it is a kind inheritance spirit.

So, "Master, do you want to comfort him? He seems to be crying quite sad..."

Song Zhiran pursed his lips, his extremely black eyes trembled, and the heart in his chest was in pain, so much so that he was even more indescribably flustered in his worries.

How to do?

Or, what can be done?

What's more, he...is he really going to try?

"Master?" The Spirit of Inheritance sensed the master's perplexed emotions. Its small head poked out from the black sleeve robe, and a pair of Barbie doll's big eyes blinked several times. It still couldn't help asking curiously, "Master, are you worried?" , still afraid? Why? Isn’t comforting your partner what you should do as a partner?”

Song Zhiran's body froze for a moment, before the Spirit of Inheritance could speak again, the wide sleeve robe seemed to suddenly have more of his own will, and the Spirit of Inheritance who wanted to beep a few words was sealed inside, so he couldn't stand up and say nothing, Can't even make a sound.

The aggrieved and wide sleeves of the Spirit of Inheritance always rolled a few times, and then there was no more, because it found that it could not sense the external situation.

Naturally, the Spirit of Inheritance didn't know that its owner was stunned for a while before finally walking out.

He took off the black invisibility cloak, deliberately accentuated the sound of his footsteps, and walked over step by step.

Soon, Song Zhiran saw Feng Zhao who was squatting subconsciously looked up, and after realizing it was him, he stood up hastily, turned his head, and strode forward, as fast as if he was running away.

Or, they were running away.

Song Zhiran even suspected that if there was a gap in the ground, Feng Zhao would give priority to drilling the gap instead of running away, which would ultimately leave a shadow behind.

Such a thought that came out of nowhere made Song Zhiran's lingering bewilderment a little less, and even made the corners of his pursed lips a little more smiley.

Therefore, Song Zhiran also quickened his pace, and called out "Feng Zhao" directly.

Feng Zhao's hasty footsteps paused, as if he had struggled for a while, but instead of running away, he just stood there and said, "Hurry up."

As soon as the hoarse voice came out, Song Zhiran, who had known everything for a long time, had no extra thoughts, but Feng Zhao himself obviously couldn't accept it.

Feng Zhao originally wanted to behave like normal, pretending nothing happened and complained about Song Zhiran, but suddenly he didn't dare to say any more.

Even if he knew that he must have exposed the fact that he was crying, he still didn't want to continue to expose it!

This is the face of being a man!

Although I have already lost my face, I can't let it go!

Relying on his insistence on his own face, Feng Zhao stabilized his emotions and stood where he was. After Song Zhiran walked up quickly, he decided to move on.

only--

After walking a dozen steps with his head sullen, he suddenly realized that the guy who was supposed to be walking side by side with him unexpectedly fell behind again at some point?

Damn, what is this guy doing?

Feng Zhao angrily turned his head and glared.

Song Zhiran seemed to have been waiting for him to turn around, so now when he looked at him angrily, his extremely black eyes flickered a few times, his pursed lips moved, and finally he tried to take the first step, he said: "Feng Zhao, have you cried enough?"

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao's angry little eyes disappeared, and turned into embarrassment, with a vague urge to jump.

Song Zhiran snorted lightly and said, "Actually, you must be afraid. From the time you knew about the demonic species, no, more precisely, when you knew that you were being infiltrated by the demonic energy, you started to be afraid."

Feng Zhao, the fig leaf that Feng Zhao worked so hard to weave for himself was lifted off all at once, his incomparably handsome face was contorted for a moment, and there was a light gun looming in his hand, as if he was about to move.

however.

Song Zhiran showed his weapon faster than him, pointing at the edge of the sword, just like his words at this time, seemed to be punishing: "Feng Zhao, you have always had a strange sense of superiority, in front of everyone, especially It's your friends and your family. Now, you find that all your sense of superiority is actually very likely because your friends and family let you go, and even protect you, so—"

"You panic."

"You're scared."

"You feel... ashamed."

"Feng Zhao, I thought you cared pervertedly about your face at first, but now I realize that what you care about is not actually your face, but your face, your inexplicable sense of superiority."

"Now, that's gone."

Song Zhiran paused when he said this, his extremely black eyes locked on Feng Zhao who had changed from embarrassment to anger to shock and then to calmness, and slowly uttered the last sentence, "So, you have changed from extreme self-confidence to extreme confidence in an instant. self-abasement."

There was a "boom", like a thunderbolt.

Feng Zhao's calm face was distorted again by the word "inferiority", and a pair of glazed eyes were pierced by the fact that he had been unwilling to admit, and a red flame was ignited. It seemed that in the next second, this When the flame was about to ignite his whole body, it burned everything up.

such……

That way no one will know, no one will know...no one will know...

"Feng Zhao!" Song Zhiran suddenly let out a stern voice, waking up Feng Zhao, who was obviously not quite right. He frowned, and his straight back was trembling because of the coercion and destruction coming from Feng Zhao. Between the tightly pressed lips, there was a smear of blood oozing out.

Feng Zhao who ate more than [-] precious crystals in the Holy Land of Yaochi, the power of the blood became stronger and stronger, [-]% stronger than when he first awakened the beast.

This idiot still feels inferior?

How should I put it, if Song Zhiran at this time didn't know that the idiot in front of him really didn't know anything, he would definitely think that the other party was in Versailles, and Versailles made him really want to draw his sword and cut people.

pity.

Although Feng Zhao had already grasped the light gun and looked as if he was going to fight in anger, he never made a move.

Song Zhiran had no chance to do anything, so he could only use his mouth.

However, having said so much, this guy's reaction is to explode the power of the blood, and it will drop ten times with one force.

even more angry...

Song Zhiran took a deep breath, and after confirming that Feng Zhao's low self-esteem was completely impossible to fight with him, he could only follow the plan, change the subject, and point out the key point that someone cares most about, "You, the demonized face, It's actually pretty good."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, unable to react at all.

Song Zhiran said it very hard: "Although I don't think it's very good, but your demonized face, because of the bonus of demon energy, is indeed, indeed... and has a special charm."

Feng Zhao: "??!!"

The flame in Feng Zhao's eyes was gone, replaced by a subtle and weird little emotion, and his mind quickly recovered from the fact that his inferiority complex was seen through, and began to wander around a reasonable speculation.

What did Song Zhiran just say?

Said that his demonized face is unique?

Is this really praising Lao Tzu for being handsome?

No, boasting that the demonized Lao Tzu is handsome?

Feng Zhao had no choice but to pull out the things he had done after being demonized from his few memories, and bit down violently...

Of course, although Feng Zhao doesn't know why the position of his bite after being demonized recently seems to be getting more and more strange, but this is not the key, the key is!

Song Zhiran was praising?

Could it be Song Zhiran's hidden M attribute?

Hey!

Feng Zhao felt that a basket of lemons was stuffed into his mouth at once, and he was so sour that he completely ignored his inferiority complex. After all, he felt that no matter what he did, he was better than the demonized self, didn't he?

Fortunately, Song Zhiran didn't know what Feng Zhao was thinking, so he had to say something against his will just now. Now that he had finished speaking, he regained his composure when he said the following paragraph: "I mentioned to you before that your beast spirit is a phoenix, but you still can't bear it?" Remember? Phoenix bloodline..."

"Wait." Feng Zhao interrupted, humming with a half-smile, "When did you mention to me that my beast spirit is a phoenix?"

Song Zhiran was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously replied, "I didn't mention that?"

"Did you mention it?" Feng Zhao glared, and hummed even harder, "You just said a hundred birds chasing a phoenix, hehe, if I wasn't smart, who the hell would know what you wanted to say? Speaking of which, you This group of people is like this, they know everything, but they just don’t say anything, even if they finally open their mouths, it’s like squeezing toothpaste, hehehehe!”

Song Zhiran was not unhappy at being ridiculed, he just frowned, and continued the topic without changing his face, "The beast spirit comes from the blood, and since your beast spirit is a phoenix, it belongs to the blood of the phoenix. In this case, you are destined not to It may be completely controlled by the demonic energy, and even, as long as you are willing to cultivate your own fire attribute, the demonic energy in your body will be purged by your own blood instead!"

So...you don't have to be afraid.

Just a little bit of pure blood is enough for you to proudly lift your chin to the sky...

Song Zhiran couldn't say the last two words, he always felt that if he really said it, the guy who was obviously happy in front of him, but still trying to keep his smile on his face, would really lift his chin to the sky go.

Gee.

How can this idiot be coaxed...

Song Zhiran was in a complicated mood, but it was undeniable that such a coaxing Feng Zhao made him really feel a sense of relaxation and joy.

And this relaxation and joy made him more tolerant and indulgent towards Feng Zhao unconsciously.

Feng Zhao asked: "What did you mean just now, that the devil's energy can't actually harm me at all?"

Song Zhiran said "Yes", expressing his affirmation.

Feng Zhao asked again: "Then, my beast spirit is actually a phoenix? Am I the blood of the phoenix?"

Song Zhiran nodded, still affirming.

The corners of Feng Zhao's mouth turned up, and his glazed eyes sparkled: "So, I... am still very powerful, very awesome?"

Song Zhiran was silent for a while, took a deep look at Feng Zhao, and finally nodded again to show his confirmation.

Feng Zhao floated up completely, and a dazzling smile appeared on his handsome face, which made Song Zhiran want to look away for a moment.

However, before Song Zhiran could look away, he saw that smile was like a flash in the pan, and suddenly disappeared.

Song Zhiran didn't know when his brows were stretched, and he furrowed them slightly, his extremely dark eyes showed a little puzzlement.

Feng Zhao looked at Song Zhiran who was not far away, looked at the obvious worried expression on the other side at the moment, and finally realized that Song Zhiran said so much all of a sudden, although the previous words were very ugly, it seemed that it might actually be... all comforting Own.

Including the latter...

Feng Zhao blinked, then blinked again, then suddenly took a deep breath, and walked towards Song Zhiran, one step at a time, two steps at a time, and three steps at a time. The speed was fast and urgent, when Song Zhiran was frowning and thinking about Feng Zhao coming over When it was finally decided whether to fight or not, the man had already walked in front of him, and hugged him tightly.

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran's body tensed suddenly, and his mind went blank. He only vaguely felt a familiar warm feeling coming from the other person's body, which made him feel inexplicably at a loss, and even felt a little... afraid.

He felt that his emotions were not right at the moment, and he should push people away!

Yes, push hard!

No mercy!

but--

Song Zhiran's body is more honest than his brain, and also more... eager, even obsessed with such a warm feeling.

Therefore, when the two villains in his brain, one black and one white, were arguing, and they all used the weight of "uncle" to refute each other, but no one could convince the other, his body had subconsciously Soften down, and then let the person who hugged me hug me even harder.

This is the first time they have been awake to each other, such a hug, like two semicircles finally have a chance to piece together.

And this kind of hug finally gave Feng Zhao the courage to really face it. Facing the protagonist who always felt that he was the protagonist, or the protagonist who was upgraded and slapped in the face and counterattacked, the kind of God's own son, in fact, it was very dangerous. Might just be a cannon fodder fact.

But what happened to the cannon fodder?

These days, novels about upgrading and slapping the face against counterattacks are not so popular, and the popular trend now is cannon fodder counterattacks!

Therefore, I still have a chance to counterattack!

After all, Song Zhiran said that he is of the blood of the Phoenix, the Phoenix, the king of birds, how awesome, even if he dies, he can still come back from Nirvana!

So what is magic?

Nothing counts.

Demon species, even if he has become a species of demon species, then his awesome bloodline will definitely be able to kill these demon species, completely!Even if my genetic mutation caused my good phoenix blood to mutate into a little bird, it is still a phoenix and can kill the devil...

Hmm, wait.

kill...

Feng Zhao finally remembered one thing. He seemed to have used his own demon energy to devour Song Zhiran's heart demon before, and then, it seemed that the demon energy in his body had not increased, but decreased instead?

this this this this...

Doesn't this prove the awesomeness of his blood? !

The more Feng Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and then he couldn't help showing it off to Song Zhiran.

However, Song Zhiran was able to listen carefully to someone's show off at first, and gave an affirmative answer, but soon, more of his attention was shifted to his own ears.

The repeated warm exhalation made his ears itchy and hot, and this kind of heat and itchiness can penetrate from his ears to his heart, spread to his limbs and bones, making his whole body feel a little strange .

"Song Zhiran? Zhiran? You... ouch—" Song Zhiran, who was about to beep a few words, was suddenly slapped away by a palm, but it didn't hurt, but it was strange and a little bit wronged, but soon, when His glazed eyes fell on Song Zhiran's rouge-like face at this time, and his grievances turned into surprise, and then surprise turned into embarrassment.

Well, although Song Zhiran is not as handsome as himself, and he certainly doesn't have the style after being directly demonized, but Yuexia looks really good-looking...

It was so good-looking that Feng Zhao didn't know whether he should continue to wait for Song Zhiran to take the initiative, or simply take the initiative by himself?

pity.

It was impossible for Song Zhiran to give Feng Zhao extra time to think about what he had. He quickly adjusted his emotions, and then walked home first.

Feng Zhao, who was a little bit regretful at first, immediately smiled with crooked eyebrows when he heard Song Zhiran say "go home".

Hey, go home, tut tut.

Song Zhiran is really conscious!

"Hey, Song Zhiran, wait for me—"

"Song Zhiran, walk slowly. I still have a lot of things I want to ask you. I seem to have forgotten a memory when I was in the Holy Land... Hey, wait, slow down..." The last word "dot" has not yet After saying that, Feng Zhao was shocked by Song Zhiran who suddenly turned his head and turned his paw, pretending that the thing he wanted to hold hands just now didn't exist at all.

Song Zhiran also pretended that he hadn't been held by a touch of warmth just now, his fingers retracted into his cuffs without a trace, and after a while he said blankly: "What happened in the Holy Land? Yes, I almost forgot , when will you pay back the twenty Fire Element Crystals you owe me?"

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao's complexion changed suddenly, his lips trembled, but when Song Zhiran thought he was about to refute that there was no such thing, he ran away.

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back. He laughed in a low voice, and was blown into Feng Zhao's ears by the cool night wind.