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

Yes, Xiaomei is also here. She is one of the contestants this time, but she feels that she is the same as Ye Zhiqiu who was promoted to the sixth ring and Ander who still has psychological problems. The kind that doesn't even count.

However, compared to Ye Zhiqiu and Ander, who are both adults and experienced people, Xiaomei is more lively. While clutching the hem of Xu Yingjun's clothes, she looks left and right. Just ran out for a stroll.

Xu Yingjun is quite used to being grabbed by Xiaomei like this. After all, his younger sister was like this when she was a child. She was innocent, cute and lovable, so he took good care of Xiaomei along the way. He lowered his voice and said something, and immediately coaxed Xiaomei to be even happier.

Happily, "Brother Xu, Brother Xu" kept yelling.

Huang Mao didn't know how many times he rolled his eyes, but Brother Xu couldn't see it. Brother Zhao's eyes have been growing on Brother Song recently, so that when he rolled his eyes, he was lonely and felt very sad.

Zhang Yan and Lu Ze have a pretty good relationship now because of the part about the Holy Land of Yaochi, especially when the topic turned to Feng Zhao and quickly turned to his sister Feng Wu through Feng Zhao. You and I just blow up like this.

Lu Zefeng saw Feng Wu fighting against Gui Mingxuan with an axe, while Zhang Yan nodded and followed up with a wave. The mighty arrogance that forced him with an ax...

Ander who was standing next to him accidentally heard these words again and again, and finally couldn't help gossiping with Ye Zhiqiu in a low voice: "Head, do you know that Zhang Yan once had a fiancée? I didn't believe it, But now, I believe it."

Although Ye Zhiqiu is not a gossip, he couldn't help but be curious when he heard this, and then he glanced at Zhang Yan at this time out of the corner of his eye, and vaguely understood what, and replied two words in a low voice: "Feng Wu?"

"Yes, it should be her!" Ander firmly affirmed, his eyes that had been dim for many days also lit up because of the psychological shadow, and he said, "I heard that his family used to choose a partner for him in order to celebrate him. There are both male and female, I don't know what happened in the end, anyway, I made an agreement with Feng Zhao's sister, but unfortunately, I don't know what happened in the middle, and it didn't work out in the end."

Ye Zhiqiu had never seen Feng Wu before, so he didn't understand, but he thought that since Feng Wu was Feng Zhao's older sister, her looks and aptitude must be extremely outstanding. In this way, the Zhang family would appoint Zhang Yan, the heir, who was almost born. There is nothing wrong with Feng Wu.As for why it didn't work out in the end...

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Zhang Yan's Shamat's blue hair, and then at Song Zhiran's. Although the color and length are a bit out of the mainstream, but the temperament is enough, and the appearance can also support it, so it seems that not only does not Shamate, On the contrary, don't be attractive...

So this shows that Feng Zhao's vision is still normal, and his sister, presumably, also has normal vision, so the marriage contract with Zhang Yan failed in the end, which is... quite understandable.

Although Feng Zhao has long been used to being looked at by others, after all, this is a sweet burden of being a beautiful male god in the prosperous age, but!

What's wrong with Ye Zhiqiu?

I watched it once, twice, three or four times, and occasionally went to see Song Zhiran...

Whoa, what does this guy want to do?

Pry the corner?

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes narrowed, and he turned away.

Ye Zhiqiu froze for a moment, subconsciously coughed guiltily, looked away, and pretended not to think about anything.

As everyone knows, his behavior aroused Feng Zhao's suspicion more and more, so after following the staff into the arranged courtyard, he immediately said pointedly: "Speaking of it, I have been with Captain Ye for so long. No, Captain Ye seems to have changed a lot? Like the eyes?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't immediately get the meaning of Feng Zhao's words, but kept a polite smile: "Thank you, Captain Feng, for your concern, but Ye Mou's eyes are fine."

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Really? Why do I feel that your eyes seem to be a little bit bad, and you just looked at me and Song Zhiran again and again? You seem to have a convulsion."

The five words "Song Zhiran and I" that have been deliberately emphasized are an undisguised oath of sovereignty.

Ye Zhiqiu is such a perceptive person, so he could tell at this time, but he couldn't explain it at all, and even vaguely felt that if he explained it, Feng Zhao, who was only smiling now, might change his face completely.

After all, regarding the reputation of a female, even in this era, the reputation of a female has no effect on them for a long time, but he knows that Feng Zhao regards his sister very seriously. It is said that a few years ago because of a certain A male couldn't ask for anything from Feng Wu. After a few words, Feng Zhao took him into a sack and didn't get out of bed for three months.

All in all, Feng Zhao is a narrow-minded and vindictive guy, and he doesn't know about Feng Wu...

Wait, why did I start thinking about Feng Wu again?

Ye Zhiqiu's expression changed, and he glanced at Zhang Yan and Lu Ze who were not far away, full of displeasure. It was these two guys who kept whispering Feng Wu's name in his ears all the way, causing him to look at When Feng Zhao arrived, he couldn't help thinking about his sister.

The narrow-minded and vengeful Feng Zhao didn't get a satisfactory response from Ye Zhiqiu, so he decisively wrote the other party down in his notebook, and thought to himself that Ye Zhiqiu, who wanted to pry the corner of the wall, backed away when he looked for an opportunity. With a cold snort, he went in to pick a room.

As a qualified younger brother, Huang Mao had already occupied the best room for Feng Zhao first - Song Zhiran's room was next door, and when he saw Feng Zhao coming, he smiled flatteringly and did not forget to make a gesture of two.

The satisfied look on Feng Zhao's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You still need to charge money for such a trivial matter? You're so embarrassed!"

"What's so embarrassing about this? Brother Zhao, my brother will settle the score!" Huang Mao blocked the door, smiling like a rogue, "Of course, Brother Zhao, you are my brother Zhao after all, if you are not willing to give it to me, I will give it to you." I can't make things difficult for you, can I? Hey, there are several rooms next to it that are empty, Brother Zhao, you can choose again."

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao took out two spirit coins and patted them on Huang Mao's yellow hair, then pulled Huang Mao out, entered and closed the door, with a "bang", the closed door almost hit Huang Mao nose.

"You know that Xiao Zhao is short of money recently, why are you teasing him on purpose?" Xu Yingjun said helplessly when the opposite door opened.

Huang Mao didn't admit that he deliberately teased Feng Zhao, he was also short of money, okay?Compared with Brother Zhao, who has a big financial backer like Brother Song, he and He Jing from his family are really poor!

Thinking of He Jing, Huang Mao couldn't stay here any longer. He rolled his eyes, found an excuse and ran out of the courtyard.

Xu Yingjun didn't have time to stop him, so he could only take Xiaomei out shopping by himself.

Zhang Yan and Lu Ze blew all the way, picked out the room and started to sleep. Ander and Ye Zhiqiu came this time, one was to join the crowd, and the other was to be an assistant. At this time, one followed Lao Li and the other followed Ji. Old man, busy before and after.

Only Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran, separated by a wall, were practicing with their eyes closed.

Now Feng Zhao is ready to be a cannon fodder for a counterattack, so he is practicing more and more diligently. Even though he has reached the high-level peak of the fourth ring and nine spiritual cores, he is still practicing.

He is going to repair the tenth spirit core like he did when he was in the first ring!

As for why not quickly find an opportunity to become a five-ring great spiritual master?

Feng Zhao now knows that most of the opportunities for him to ascend to the ring cannot be avoided by the flames. He has not completely overcome his fear of the flames, so he can only settle for the next best thing, right?

Compared to Feng Zhao who is ambitious and determined to become stronger, Song Zhiran is like a precision instrument, practicing for a fixed amount of time every day, purifying his blood, studying related practice notes, and——

inherited.

Although Song Zhiran obtained the inheritance, the countless cultivation insights and related skills in these inheritances were stuffed into his mind, and he needed to familiarize himself with the exercises one by one.

Fortunately, with the help of the Spirit of Inheritance, Song Zhiran's progress was quite good.

but.

Just when Song Zhiran was about to spend the next five-state competition on inheritance, the optical brain on his wrist vibrated slightly, and it was a communication.

Song Zhiran looked down at the communication source displayed on the optical brain, frowned, but the communication was still connected.

The serious face of Mr. Song soon appeared on the light screen. He hadn't communicated for a while. This old man seemed to have aged a lot, so that the creases between his brows became much deeper, and he rarely looked at Song Zhiran. A bit stronger than before.

Mr. Song looked deeply at Song Zhiran through the light screen. His blood was pure, his aptitude was good, and his disposition was better. Most importantly, although his affection for the family and the Xuanwu lineage was not deep enough, he had enough sense of responsibility... …

Such an heir should be content.

Before Mr. Song opened his mouth, he sighed. This sigh seemed to relieve the last bit of struggle and extravagant hope in his heart, so when he opened his mouth, he felt an indescribable relief, "I'm done with the matter of Bai Ze Hei Kui. I probably know it. This is the end of the matter, so be it. However, since you are back, when do you plan to come back?"

The former "coming back" refers to returning to Huangzhou in the Central Plains, while the latter one obviously refers to the Hui nationality.

Song Zhiran frowned, but remained silent.

Elder Song had no choice but to say, "Of course, now Elder Shui and I are supporting you in the clan, but this is not a long-term solution. Some responsibilities can only be borne by you."

Song Zhiran's frowning eyebrows tightened a bit, and it took a while before he replied "Yes".

Mr. Song was somewhat happy to get the reply he wanted, but when he wanted to say something more to his only grandson, he suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say, and felt disappointed again.

It took only 10 minutes in total, and silence occupied 8 minutes of communication, which made Mr. Song, who had never regretted it, regret it for the first time. He looked at the communication light screen that had been completely blacked out, and sat alone. In the largest meeting hall in the city, after a long, long time, Mr. Shui, who finally couldn't bear his temper, found him, and finally came back to his senses.

As soon as Mr. Shui entered the door, he was taken aback. He looked up and down suspiciously at the person in front of him, and said in a strange way: "At first glance, I almost didn't recognize that you are Song, old man, tsk."

Suddenly he was seven or eight years old again. Could it be that this old thing does something?

Mr. Song and Mr. Shui have known each other for so many years. They were friends when they were young, and later they became in-laws and enemies who hated each other. It's not difficult to guess what's going on in each other's minds. of.

For example, now, Mr. Song can easily hear the temptation and urging hidden in Mr. Shui's words, he raised his eyelids, and said with a snort, "I know that I have promised to come back."

So, you can go.

When Mr. Shui got the answer he wanted, he was too lazy to snort coldly. He turned around and was about to leave, but just after turning around, he thought of something again, and said coldly, "How do you plan to deal with the matter of Bai Ze Hei Kui?"

Old Master Song frowned: "Since we know how to let them go, we won't be able to do more."

"It's inconvenient to do more movements? Huh, I don't know when you will have the inconvenience to do more movements? It's just—" Mr. Shui turned his head and prolonged his tone on purpose, "You are old now, I'm afraid You are really disgusted by my good grandson, so you dare not?"

Mr. Song's complexion changed suddenly, and the atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became more oppressive.

Mr. Shui is not afraid: "Song Yi, do you know what I look down on you the most? You are not as good as a cousin!"

"Shui Haizhou!" Old Master Song stood up suddenly, with a powerful and terrifying momentum like a mountain.

Mr. Shui had a sneer on his face, his body was full of aura, and the water element was rapidly condensing.

In the huge meeting hall, the battle is imminent.

however.

At this time, a person trotted in, and roared anxiously while running: "Young master, the young master is back—"

***

Feng Zhao was woken up by a bump, yes, a bump.

Feng Zhao's spiritual consciousness withdrew from the spiritual consciousness world, and when he opened his eyes, he saw this thing that appeared at an unknown time, get out, bump into it, get out, bump into it again...

Week after week, never tired of it.

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes narrowed, and he felt that this thing seemed familiar, um, oval, earthy yellow, it looked very ugly...

Well, isn't this the beast egg that I threw on the bedside table?

Feng Zhao looked at this lively thing that was identified as a dead egg by the Healer's Guild, and now he was trying to get himself out, and then "gululu" rolled over and hit his leg, and smiled slowly. .

Well, it looks like this could be a cheat for a main character!

I'm glad I didn't throw it away when I knew it was a dead thing, otherwise, wouldn't I have given a big advantage to the protagonist who doesn't know who the dog is?

Feng Zhao stretched out his hand, held down the alien beast egg that had bumped into it again, and asked with a smile, "Can you talk? Cute~"

The strange animal egg called "Little Cute" suddenly felt a little cold, and the whole egg shivered.

Feng Zhao only felt that this little thing was really lively, and the liveliness made his eyes shine golden, as if he saw a lot of gemstones.

The strange beast egg couldn't help shivering again, and even wanted to subconsciously stay away from the father in front of him.

but.

Dad's hand is so warm, it is reluctant to...

The strange animal egg moved in confusion, but in the end he was still reluctant to leave, and after being picked up and touched up and down by his father, he couldn't help rolling shyly.

Feng Zhao's ability to read people is still a little bit, but looking at a strange beast egg...

Well, after watching it for half an hour, he was sure of one thing, the shell of this strange beast egg is really ugly!

There is nothing wrong with looking at people more than at faces, and looking at exotic beast eggs and shells.

Feng Zhao hugged the alien beast egg, and after knocking on Song Zhiran's door to no avail, Huang Mao told him that Song Zhiran had already returned to the clan, and immediately became a little unhappy: "When? Why didn't I know?"

Huang Mao rolled his eyes: "Brother Zhao, you don't share a room with Brother Song, don't you know it's normal?"

"...Then how do you know?" Feng Zhao questioned his soul.

Huang Mao's complexion changed, and he curled his lips in shyness and displeasure, and said, "I made a good date, but suddenly my boyfriend ran away, do you think I know?"

Dating?

Boy friend?

Feng Zhao scorned his face and sneered: "Huang Mao, don't blame your brother Zhao, I didn't remind you, Xiu Enai died quickly!"

Huang Mao felt that he was cursed, and immediately became unhappy. He was about to retort a few words, but suddenly thought of something, and instantly turned into a flattering face, smiling and leaning over: "Oh brother Zhao, I found that you seem so handsome again today. Dot it!"

"...a little bit?" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, watched with satisfaction after Huang Mao changed the point of his little finger into a point of his thumb, and then said with a half-smile, "I'm asking for something these days." It’s not enough to say good things when you’re in trouble, Huangmao, do you understand what I mean?”

Huang Mao, Huang Mao continued to flatter his face, and he blew at Feng Zhao again. Unfortunately, the current Feng Zhao is no longer the same Feng Zhao he used to be. The egg remained motionless.

Lu Ze and Zhang Yan had enough sleep and got up to look for food, and they couldn't help being quite surprised to see Huang Mao blowing the sky and the earth at Feng Zhao.

Lu Ze said: "Little Huangmao, you... ouch, what are you doing? What are you doing to hit me in the stomach?"

Huang Mao withdrew his fist, opened the distance between the two, and showed Lu Ze an attitude of "Don't beat me up" with his actions, then turned his head and continued to poke his face, smiling like a flower at Feng Zhao, "Brother Zhao Brother Zhao, you are my own brother, so please help me, okay? Okay?"

When it came to the last three words "good or bad", Huang Mao thought of seeing Xiaomei's actions towards Xu Yingjun on the road today, so he immediately learned it.

As a result, Feng Zhao's arm was grabbed, and he shook it.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao couldn't resist being so disgusted that he didn't slap him. He stared and said, "Let go! Do you understand if men and women can kiss each other?"

Huangmao would stop kissing wherever he wanted to. When the two of them took a bath together with naked buttocks... Uh, this seems to be a bad thing now, after all——

Huang Mao saw something out of the corner of his eye, turned his head to look at it, and saw Lu Ze and Zhang Yan hooking their shoulders together, smiling strangely.

Feng Zhao knew exactly what was going on in the mind of his number one little brother, so he directly "complained" and said, "Zhang Yan, Huang Mao thinks you are having an affair with Lu Ze!"

Zhang Yan: "!"

Zhang Yan was furious, he didn't roll up his sleeves, and was about to fight Huang Mao.

And Lu Ze, his non-combat nanny, seized the opportunity to "increase blood" for Zhang Yan. As a result, Huang Mao, who was not an opponent in the first place, could only fly in the sky with his wings and dare not come down.

Feng Zhao squinted at the strange beast egg in his bosom, and looked at Huangmao's big wings. The more he looked at it, the more he felt a little excited. The more excited he was, the more he couldn't help but want to see if he could fly now. question.

Speaking of which, since he changed back to a human form in the Holy Land, he has never been transformed into a beast again, as if his mutation would no longer exist as long as this happened.

Well, Feng Zhao knew very well in his heart that he was running away, even though he knew it shouldn't be, but he always thought that if he could procrastinate for a day, maybe if he procrastinated long enough, everything would come back?

But now, after seeing the pair of yellow-haired wings, Feng Zhao suddenly felt that if his animal form was still a mutated little bird... being able to fly would still be very good.

At least if you fly high, it will be easier to run in the future.

If it's a bald chicken...

After knowing that he may have lost the animal form of the bald chicken, Feng Zhao had to admit that he began to miss this bald but big enough form.

Gee!

After all, Huang Mao was beaten up by Zhang Yan. Even before leaving, Lu Ze touched his belly and gave him a squat on his buttocks. At that sudden blow, Huang Mao, who was lying on the corpse, rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath. go.

And Huang Mao, who had recovered his breath, finally realized Feng Zhao's ruthlessness, sobbed exaggeratedly, and pushed forward a black crystal in his hand, saying, "Brother Zhao! Help me!" !"

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, still a bit unresponsive, but this did not prevent him from accepting the black crystal quickly, and the habitual lion opened his mouth, "At least five."

Huang Mao's face was distorted, "Brother Zhao, you are my own brother!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not close. Of course, even if it is, the brother has to settle the score clearly, you said!" Feng Zhao smiled and refused to give up.

Huang Mao, Huang Mao turned around, gave Feng Zhao a sad back, and left slowly, slowly, as if I was sad, I was really sad, I was very, very sad, so come and comfort me, Hurry up and take the initiative to lower the price... Poor thing.

Feng Zhao sneered, thinking to himself who doesn't know who, but——

"Well, if you give me another one, I'll help you... Well, I'll help you to see your boyfriend, even," Feng Zhao deliberately paused, and in the yellow-haired shiny eyes, he made it up slowly The latter sentence, "It's not that I can't take you with me."

Huang Mao was overjoyed: "Okay, deal!"

Feng Zhao was also overjoyed. What made him happy was that he managed to find enough excuses to find Song Zhiran, and he also got two extra black crystals. How could he be so happy?

that is!

It's getting dark now, it's not suitable to visit at home, so I can only wait patiently for a whole night.

The next day.

The weather is beautiful, blue sky and white clouds, the most suitable for going out.

Feng Zhao had already confirmed the location of the Song family from Ye Zhiqiu last night, and inquired about a round of gossip about the Song family from Ander. Unfortunately, Ander had all kinds of true and false information about all the surnames in Dongling Prefecture. The information can be said to be well known. Now that the site has been changed, what he knows is very limited.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter if it is limited, as long as there is something, there will be success.

Feng Zhao was thinking about the marriage and merger of the Song and Shui families mentioned by Ander, and now, because of the Feng family, they finally managed to secure their position as one of the four major members of the United Nations, while the other two in the United Nations were The Lu family in South Fengzhou and the Chi family where Chi Jingbei is located.

The name Chijingbei still impressed Feng Zhao very much. One is because there have always been many rumors on the Internet that this beast spirit is an earth attribute genius of a white-haired elephant, not to mention that this guy is on the list of young spiritual masters in the United Nations. He has always been number one, but if it wasn't because he was too tough and didn't meet the aesthetics of most ordinary orcs, he might not be able to secure the position of the number one male god in Feng Zhao's beauty list.

Of course, this may also be because Chi Jingbei is too low-key. It is said that except for the Wuzhou Contest, which will appear in the public eye, he practiced sincerely in a corner of Beirong Prefecture the day before yesterday. There is no one in this generation who has the most hope of becoming a god.

Of course, today's none has become one because of Feng Zhao's sudden birth.

Feng Zhao's mood became both excited and heavy when he thought of this. What made him excited was that he was indeed destined to be awesome, even if he was cannon fodder, he was also awesome cannon fodder.

He inexplicably felt that he might give Chi Jingbei experience and props in this competition...

For example, to stimulate Chi Jingbei in the competition and get promoted on the spot?After ascending to the ring, Chi Jingbei slapped himself to death, and got some of his relics, especially the strange beast egg!

The more Feng Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high, and the expression on his face became more and more bad.

Huang Mao's already uneasy mood became more and more uneasy after being affected by Feng Zhao. When he saw the exaggerated Song Family Manor again, he was completely dumbfounded.

Looking around, at least tens of thousands of hectares of land is still covered by water vapor under the hot sun, and it suddenly looks like a fairyland. According to Ander, this shows that this area belongs to the Song family.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao..." Huang Mao swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty, "Brother Song, it's a little... no, it's very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very—treme."

Feng Zhao now also has a golden word "沟" jumping up and down in his mind, but unlike Huang Mao's very "unapproachable" performance, he is very tense both on the surface and in the heart, and he can't even help it. Secretly and repeatedly comparing my luxurious courtyard in my previous life with the manor in front of me...

Unfortunately, the result of the comparison is——

Lost!

Feng Zhao let out a barely audible snort, poked a few words on the optical brain with his fingers, and when he saw a young man in a gray robe walking out of the manor, he immediately raised his chin calmly and put on a face. It was noble enough, but also polite and cold.

15 minute later.

Feng Zhao and Huang Mao followed the young man into an elegant reception room built with bamboo forests in the manor. The scented tea and cakes were placed on the table, accompanied by the lit incense. Feng Zhao felt as if he had traveled through time again.

Huang Mao looked at the soft couch table, then at the soft couch and the table table, finally took a deep breath, and stood behind Feng Zhao, intending to be a qualified little brother.

Feng Zhao glanced at the yellow hair, then at his own optical brain, snorted lightly, picked up the cup of fragrant tea, and after confirming the temperature of the entrance, he drank it in one gulp.

Huangmao: "!"

Huang Mao was a little dumbfounded. He glanced at the gray-robed young man who looked surprised. He was both worried and inexplicably a little excited: Oh, oh, brother Zhao is not happy with the Song family's downfall. Hehe, there is a good show to watch.

After Feng Zhaoniu drank a cup of tea, he raised his chin very bluntly, signaling the young man in gray robe to pour more tea, and then took advantage of the second cup of tea to eat three or five pieces of pastries to pad his stomach, with an elegant and casual posture, Not at all uncomfortable.

This performance made the gray-robed young man's eyes even more surprised, so that the corners of his lips that were still smiling twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he still didn't say anything, just lowered his voice. Eyebrows closed, pretending not to see anything.

just.

After Feng Zhao said that he was full, the gray-robed youth said that he would take Feng Zhao and the others to stroll around the manor to digest food.

Huang Mao, who neither drank nor ate, desperately conveyed to Feng Zhao with his eyes that he didn't want to digest food, but unfortunately, Feng Zhao rubbed the glass beads on his neck, stood up just like that, and followed the gray-robed youth out of the reception room .

When Feng Zhao and Huang Mao walked into the manor before, they had already discovered that this place was built like a royal garden in a feudal society. Now that they walked around like this, a sentence they had recited almost came to mind in unison. The words "five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion" are really meticulously crafted everywhere, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere!

Likewise, money is everywhere!

The golden light is shining, so don't be dazzling.

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes narrowed. On the surface, it seemed that he couldn't look directly at the hole that the Song family had inadvertently shown, but in fact, he was just thinking in his heart, where does this road lead to?

Or to be more precise, Feng Zhao was very curious about where the seemingly respectful gray-robed youth in front wanted to take him?What is the mind hidden under "flaunting wealth"?

As for Song Zhiran's optical brain message, Feng Zhao decided to check it later...

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

Another 15 minutes.

Three full hours had passed, and the yellow-haired Yanbaba was randomly found an excuse by Feng Zhao to rest in a certain pavilion, and continued to follow the gray-robed youth.

Because of the uninterrupted walking and uninterrupted introductions, the gray-robed youth already had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his face was steaming with heat. Obviously, he was much better than the yellow-haired man.

However, Feng Zhao didn't take the initiative to stop, so the gray-robed youth could only follow the plan and continue walking, walking, going...

at last.

The gray-robed youth couldn't move anymore. He was out of breath and was about to say something, but Feng Zhao suddenly chuckled and stepped out first, walking to the front and leading the way.

The young man in gray robe was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Mr. Feng, please wait a moment, you...uh, you..."

Before the gray-robed youth could finish his sentence, he just watched Feng Zhao who was walking in front of him suddenly turn around, and entered a path paved with stones of various colors, and walked towards the arched door at the end of the path with a clear purpose. .

"Not good!" The gray-robed young man turned pale with shock, and was about to exclaim "Be careful", when Feng Zhao, who thought he would be bounced back because of touching the restraint, stepped out in one step and walked into the arched door. middle.

"How... yes? That's the young master..." The gray-robed youth murmured subconsciously, and then seemed to think of something, his pupils gradually dilated, and fear and panic quickly appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a figure in a white robe appeared beside him, patted the shoulder of the young man in gray robe as if comforting, and said, "Uncle Song is still waiting for you to report the situation."

With a gentle voice and a warm face, who was Gui Mingxuan who was once one of Song Zhiran's guardians?

It's just that this former guardian who was driven away by Song Zhiran earlier, who should have been punished and cast aside, escaped because of Song Zhiran's soft heart at that time. Even if Song Zhiran's return was not too sudden this time, According to the plan in his heart, he should completely hide behind the scenes at this time.

pity.

Gui Mingxuan's gentle face flashed ferociously, and his gaze stayed at the arched door for a few seconds before he turned his head and looked at the gray-robed servant.

At first glance, the gentle eyes turned cold, and there was a black vortex spinning rapidly in the cold.

The clear vision of the gray-robed youth gradually lost sight. After a while, he stood up straight like a puppet on a string, and said to himself mechanically: "Today, the old man is worried about the young master and hinted at the young master. to test the young mistress. That's why the young one came to the door after the young mistress..."

Feng Zhao didn't know who was hiding behind his disarming power today. Of course, after confirming that the other party's methods were too low-end, he really didn't really want to know who it was. What he cared more about now was——

"When are you going back?" Feng Zhao asked Song Zhiran, his eyes wandered back and forth on the particularly luxurious moon-white robe on the other party's body, and he felt more and more that this robe was not simple.

If the black robe that Song Zhiran often wears is an ordinary vestment, then this moon white robe is probably the highest quality vestment.

If it was normal, Feng Zhao might be envious of Cha Lemon, but now, how should I put it, his mind is full of one question: Is Song Zhiran planning to inherit the family business and never go back?

If this happens……

Feng Zhao frowned, and before Song Zhiran could speak, he emphasized very seriously: "Anyway, I have already collected your annual rent, even if you don't live in my house, I will not refund it! Never!"

Song Zhiran paused holding the white jade chess piece, looked over with extremely black eyes, and looked at Feng Zhao seriously.

Under the big yellow fruit tree that can only be embraced by at least a dozen people, the tall man in the white suit against the background, the cold male god Fan Er rushes towards his face, making people...

Unconsciously, I want to look away.

Song Zhiran struggled to suppress the smile on his lips, and said, "The rent will not be refunded?"

"No retreat!" Feng Zhao replied in a cadence, straightened his back, and put on an old-fashioned look of "I have made up my mind and will never change it".

Song Zhiran tilted his head, and the corners of his pursed lips finally turned up, "...Okay, okay."

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao felt that something was wrong with him.

Fortunately, Song Zhiran added slowly: "During the time you're in Huangzhou, do you want to consider living here?"

Feng Zhao's glazed eyes lit up suddenly, but he soon thought of something, and hummed, "How is the rent calculated?"

Song Zhiran raised his chin and said, "One game of chess, just win."

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao looked at the chessboard drawn on the stone table, at the black chess pieces on his side, and then at Song Zhiran who was playing with the white chess pieces all the time. He was silent for a long time. After 10 minutes, he said, "Gobang?"

Song Zhiran, Song Zhiran's extremely dark eyes looked deeply at it, but Feng Zhao, who was already mentally prepared, turned back without shame, with a sentence shining brightly on his handsome face: I know this!

Song Zhiran frowned: "Where's chess?"

"...I will, but I'm not willing to play with you." This sentence is the absolute truth, after all, this is a big matter of whether to pay rent, Feng Zhao is determined not to give himself a chance to lose.

Song Zhiran guessed the competitive spirit hidden behind Feng Zhao's words, and his frowning eyebrows tightened a bit, but soon he thought of something, and then relaxed again, and said, "Let's go backgammon."

Hearing this, Feng Zhao still didn't intend to sit down. He blinked, looked at Song Zhiran, coughed lightly and said, "Gobang is really not interesting, let's play something big!"

"Hey, roll the dice?" Feng Zhao said, and he had already taken out the play tool from the storage buckle, and his glazed eyes seemed to have been kissed by the sun, which instantly made people look sideways.

It also makes people...don't want to refuse.

Song Zhiran stroked the white jade chess piece in his hand, his eyelids drooped, concealing the unnaturalness in his eyes.

"Playing chess is very slow, and I'm still a bad chess player. You don't want to play with a bad chess player, do you? It's not interesting even if you win, isn't it? It's better to roll the dice, and—well, in this way, I'll stay at your house for a few days How about using your long-term stay in my house to offset the rent? The room in my house has always been reserved for you, and you will live for free in the future! Three meals are included!"

Feng Zhao strongly emphasized the words "free" and "three meals a day", and before Song Zhiran could clearly react, he made a final decision and changed the subject, "If you don't say anything, I'll treat it as if you agreed. Well, then, We play dice with big and small bets, well, whoever wins can ask a question, and the other party has to answer! How about it? It’s like truth or dare!"

"Oh, by the way, I'm actually not very good at playing dice,