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

"Does your acting come and go offline at random?" Song Zhiran asked in a firm tone, with a pair of extremely dark eyes, revealing exploration and curiosity unabashedly.

Feng Zhao's serious face cracked, he hurriedly coughed lightly and urged: "You better roll the dice, I will answer your questions if you win!"

Song Zhiran was silent for a while, but he didn't refuse, but——

first round.

Song Zhiran lost.

Second round.

Song Zhiran lost again.

In the third game, I lost again.

Fourth inning...

For ten rounds in a row, when Song Zhiran frowned and considered the need to end the game, he suddenly won the No.11 round.However, he looked at the three dots that Feng Zhao shook out, thought about his four dots just now, his eyes stopped on Feng Zhao's handsome face, thoughtful.

Feng Zhao tried his best to put on a "blue and thin mushroom" appearance because of a sudden loss, and said: "It is said that novices are lucky, it seems that my luck has come to an end, alas!"

Song·True Novice·Knowledge·Unlucky·ran silent for a full minute, before Feng Zhao could continue to show his exaggerated acting skills, he said, "Next, you can ask me nine questions."

Feng Zhao: "Didn't you just want to ask me something? Well, I'll ask you ten questions, and you ask me one. It's fair! Of course, in fact, I would suggest that we come back for another ten rounds. After all, Feng Shui takes turns, and now it's obvious It's your turn."

What Feng Zhao said was so swearing, full of bewitching meaning, just talking, he couldn't continue, there was no way, the penetrating power of Song Zhiran's eyes was so strong that Feng Zhao always felt that his small thoughts It has long been seen through.

Of course, it's nothing to be seen through, anyway, it's not the first time that Song Zhiran has seen through his little thoughts, so it's okay——

Song Zhiran's dark gaze was too terrifying, and Feng Zhao's flamboyant acting skills couldn't stretch to the end after all, so he coughed lightly, took a step back, and asked his first question: "Why did you go home all of a sudden?"

Song Zhiran: "...I have something to do."

"what's up?"

"...Important..." Song Zhiran paused, and withdrew his obviously perfunctory answer in Feng Zhao's obviously dissatisfied eyes. He rubbed his brows and said after a while, "According to the rules of the clan, I need to inherit Family business."

Feng Zhao was provoked by the word "inherit the family business", and asked again bitterly: "What about me? Why did you suddenly invite me to come and stay temporarily?"

Although Feng Zhao was very narcissistic in his heart, he felt that Song Zhiran wanted to continue to get close to the water first, but well, he was very clear about it intellectually. With Song Zhiran's twisted, arrogant and coquettish temperament, he might not be able to suffocate him to death. I will take the initiative to speak, so——

"Could it be that there are conditions for you to inherit the family business? For example, start a family first and then start a business?"

When he said the last six words, Feng Zhao laughed directly, and then he saw Song Zhiran's serious face, and nodded, giving a positive "um".

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao's first reaction was to gossip, and his second reaction was to gossip happily, but soon, he thought of something, and his glazed eyes played around Song Zhiran a few times, He groaned: "It seems that I am the key to you wanting to inherit the family business~~ You want to ask for me, but you still want to charge me rent? Song Zhiran, you are a little unkind."

Song Zhiran pursed his lips and remained silent, not saying that he actually did not want to inherit the family business.

Feng Zhao thought Song Zhiran's silence was tacit consent, and couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice, but that was all. After all, if he thought about it differently, he might be even more unkind than Song Zhiran.

"Cough, well, now I'm going to ask you the third question, you..."

"The fourth one." Song Zhiran interrupted.

Feng Zhao was in a good mood, and he didn't mind being generous: "Okay, the fourth one is the fourth one, and the fourth question is - what are your plans for the future?"

"Wait! Don't talk nonsense about just waiting to see what happens and letting nature take its course, or taking one step at a time. It's fine if you've been perfunctory once before, and it's your fault if you perfunctory again!"

It has to be said that Feng Zhao's supplement was timely enough that Song Zhiran, who wanted to be concise, frowned, had to purse his lips, and answered carefully: "Become the suzerain first, then reorganize the family, and then--then find a way to solve it." Abyss problem."

"Solve the abyss problem?"

"Ah."

"Ok?"

"...The abyss is the origin of demonic energy. You should already know this. In recent years, there seems to be turmoil in the abyss. The cycle of the demonic tide is unstable, and there is a hidden trend of raging and expanding." Song Zhiran paused, extremely Looking at Feng Zhao with black eyes, he said word by word, "There have been rumors a hundred years ago that the end is coming."

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao sat up straight in an instant, with a serious face: "Rumor, what rumor?"

"The end is coming."

"... what day?"

"end."

"Mo day, that mo? Is it a demon of magic energy, or?"

"end."

"joke?"

"No."

"No, you're joking!" Feng Zhao gritted his teeth and affirmed, "You must know that I fooled you into rolling the dice before, and now I seize the opportunity to fool you back, hum! You are just narrow-minded, don't think I...wait, How many questions did I ask just now?"

Song Zhiran's originally heavy heart was inexplicably better because of Feng Zhao's reaction at this time, and he even replied in a good mood, "Ten, now it is No. 11."

Feng Zhao: "!!"

Song Zhiran had a half-smile, "Oh right, so you said you were a novice at dice, were you fooling me?"

"I'm not me...well, I am. I've already answered your question, so I won't answer any more! Huh!" Feng Zhao sniffed out his nostrils, humming very loudly, but when he finished humming, he withered instantly, "Seriously Yes, doomsday...what do you mean?"

Song Zhiran said lightly, "What do you think?"

"The earth...is going to explode?"

"...It shouldn't be, but it might be worse than an explosion."

"So, so to speak—" Feng Zhao took a deep breath weakly, "Another catastrophe? It is written in the history books, 'Ten thousand years ago, due to a global catastrophe, humans entered the orc Era', from this point of view, the orc era is coming to an end? Since it started because of the demon energy, then the next is the demon era? Or the human-devil era?"

It has to be said that Feng Zhao's divergent thinking made Song Zhiran speechless for a while, so he kept silent, listening silently to Feng Zhao's thoughts about the "Era of Demons" and "Era of Humans and Demons" , While reading, the other party's drooping eyebrows and eyes seemed to have received unknown "nutrients", and became dazzling again.

Feng Zhao smiled: "The new era is coming, it is a good time for me to rise up!"

Feng Zhao clenched his fists hard, got up and said, "Song Zhiran, is there a place suitable for you to practice here? I think I need to enter the god rank early so that I can grab a big cake when the new era comes!"

Song Zhiran frowned, looked at Feng Zhao for a while, and then turned his head slightly, indicating that Feng Zhao can enter the room to practice at will.

Feng Zhao was very straightforward, and immediately strode towards the nearest room, only took two steps, then stopped suddenly, turned his head to look over, a pair of glazed eyes dodged a little, and he said after a while: "You... Does starting a family mean that we have to get married first?"

Song Zhiran shook his head and nodded again, explaining: "You need to attend the grand ceremony and the day before the grand ceremony."

"The Grand Ceremony? Are you inheriting the Suzerain's Grand Ceremony?" Seeing Song Zhiran nodding his head, Feng Zhao asked again, "I can understand attending the Grand Ceremony, but the day before...you still have to attend? Could it be a rehearsal?"

Song Zhiran was silent, looking deeply at Feng Zhao with extremely black eyes. Feng Zhao's heartbeat was a little unsteady, his eyes were fluttering, and when his thoughts were flying, he pursed his lips before uttering two words, "Sacrifice."

Sacrifice?

What the hell?

Feng Zhao Dapeng's thought of spreading his wings returned, humming: "Sacrificing ancestors? Or gods? Well, your family is so big, it shouldn't be possible to get rid of this feudal superstition, right?"

Feng Zhao's words came as soon as he opened his mouth. After he finished speaking, he realized belatedly that he, a time traveler, seemed to be the least qualified person to say "break the feudal superstition". What's more, in this beastman world, There are all the beast spirits, the demonic energy has become a demonic tide, and the ancestors' apparition seems to be possible... It is a very normal thing.

Um?and many more!

If it is normal for the ancestors to show their spirits, how about offering sacrifices to the other party...or to the possible gods...you still have to attend?

In what capacity are you present?

Song Zhiran's friend attended...

Hey!

This is so much more serious than meeting the parents!No, no, it's more terrifying than getting a marriage certificate. After all, although the couple's association does not advocate divorce, if the relationship breaks down, divorce is not uncommon. At most, it is a little troublesome, and some people can even live happily without divorce...

that……

and many more!

Partner association?

Feng Zhao frowned, vaguely feeling that he had forgotten something very important, but he would not be able to remember it for a while, but when he was trying to remember it, Song Zhiran suddenly said, "You can refuse."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Zhao immediately stopped thinking about the important things. He frowned and said, "Why should I refuse? Isn't it just a sacrifice? I'm just going through the motions. We are What kind of friendship, I... I can still help with this little help."

The word "friendship" was spoken lightly and quickly by Feng Zhao. If Song Zhiran hadn't been listening all the time, he might have missed the pronunciation of these two words.

But just because he heard it, Song Zhiran suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, his long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were subconsciously covered away, along with his restless heartbeat.

Fortunately, the distance from each other is far enough.

Fortunately, although this courtyard is remote, it is because of its remoteness that many birds inhabit and make their nests, especially on the big yellow fruit tree next to it, which can only be surrounded by at least ten people. Among the lush branches, the sound of chirping is always here and there. , never stopped.

Feng Zhao didn't know why Song Zhiran stopped talking suddenly, but he was actually quite used to the people in front of him keeping silent. After all, silence was acquiescing. Since he acquiesced, it means he agrees with what he said just now. To put it bluntly, Then the attendance of the next priest is finalized, um...

My own identity as a partner is also finalized.

Feng Zhao's mood was like a roller coaster, and he rushed up at a high speed. If it's okay, don't want it. His glazed eyes turned, turned and turned, and finally couldn't hold back. He walked up to Song Zhiran and sat down again. On the previous stone pier, hold and shake the dice cup on the stone table.

666.

leopard!

Feng Zhao smiled and said, "Song Zhiran, truth or dare... Do you want another ten rounds? This time I will go first, but you still decide the size. However, your decision must be made before you reveal it."

Song Zhiran didn't answer those words.

Feng Zhao encouraged: "In this way, we are purely comparing luck. I know, you should be a novice, and the luck of novices is generally very good, trust me!"

Song Zhiran looked at him blankly.

Feng Zhao refused to let go: "This time there will be only ten rounds, and once you win, you will ask once... okay, add another one, how about you can stop at any time in the middle? It doesn't have to be ten rounds, if you lose three rounds in a row, Then you can call stop! How about it?"

not so good.

Song Zhiran responded with his eyes, and got up...but before he could stand up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and even his face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

Song Zhiran instinctively wanted to break free, but this instinct obviously couldn't resist someone's long-awaited plot.

Feng Zhao tried his best to ignore the cool touch from his hands, and at the same time kept his eyes straight and not fluttering. It was not easy, and he just forgot what to say directly.

Well, he doesn't need to say anything, it's enough to use a pair of eyes to attack him.

As the saying goes, I'm not embarrassed, I don't blush, and the one who blushes and runs away is someone else...

Feng Zhao proved this point with practice. Song Zhiran's doubts at the beginning quickly turned into displeasure, inexplicably, and finally turned into anger from embarrassment.

At this moment, a small thing in the shape of a Barbie doll suddenly fell from the sky, hit Feng Zhao on the face, rolled, and fell on the stone table.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Song Zhiran: "..."

"...Master, master..." The spirit of inheritance staggered up, looked left and right, and it took a while to determine which side was Song Zhi. Then, he immediately climbed onto Song Zhiran's shoulder and said, "Master, There was a fight at the ancestral hall, and I told your grandfather and grandfather about your scumbag father's attack on Feng Zhao according to what you said before, and now your scumbag father is being hit by mixed doubles~~"

Feng Zhao: "!!"

Song Zhiran, Song Zhiran broke free from Feng Zhao's restraint on his wrist, and then stuffed the gossip-faced Inheritance Spirit into his sleeve, pretending that nothing had happened, but the red on the tip of the ear, in this short In a short period of time, it spread rapidly and rushed to the face, even with those extremely black and quiet eyes, there seemed to be waves.

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao endured it, couldn't hold it back, looked at Song Zhiran who turned his back in a hurry, laughed "puchi", then smiled, before Song Zhiran was about to strike with a sword, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him go up.

The body in the embrace instantly became stiff, so stiff that Feng Zhao, who wanted to tease a few words, just dropped his chin on the other's shoulder, rubbed, and rubbed again, and finally said "thank you" after a while .

After two simple words, Feng Zhao took the initiative to let go of his arms, then took two steps back, and walked to the room he had chosen before, "I'm going to practice first, call me when I have dinner."

As soon as the door of the room was opened and closed, Song Zhiran was convinced by the abnormal movement of the aura within it that Feng Zhao was actually practicing, and he was very serious, so serious that Song Zhiran's stiff back gradually relaxed, and his tense heartstrings It gradually loosened up, and finally...

Song Zhiran carefully sat back on the stone bench, pursed his lips hard, and let out a slow breath.

"Master, your heart is beating so fast." The inheritance spirit protruded from the cuff and whispered.

Song Zhiran lowered his eyes, his eyes were not kind.

The Spirit of Inheritance stuck out its tongue, and slid back into its sleeve, but its voice still rang in Song Zhiran's mind: 【Master, Feng Zhao's heartbeat was also very fast just now!Hey~]

Song Zhiran's hand that touched the dice shook, and a dice rolled down the stone table.

[Hey, it's strange, master, why did you suddenly feel bad again?Master... Huh huh?master master? 】The voice of the spirit of inheritance was blocked, and it knew that it was locked in a small dark room again.

I am very wronged!

Sure enough, things for adults are really annoying!

totally do not understand!

Song Zhiran quickly adjusted his emotions after shutting the noisy Inheritance Spirit in the small black room, but after peeking into Feng Zhao's training room with his spiritual sense, he suddenly became suspicious.

I wonder if I thought too much before.

This guy Feng Zhao may not be trying to save face for himself, but... he really wants to grab a big cake before the new era comes?So it is necessary to practice hard?

No, no, the end of the day...how can there be a new era?

Song Zhiran leaned on his forehead and sighed, he was almost led away by some idiot, but——

If Feng Zhao can really think so, there is nothing wrong with it.

After all, the new era is indeed more exciting than the end.

I just don't know, will the new era really come?

After the end, will there still be human beings alive?

Song Zhiran is not the only one who is also worried about the coming doomsday and the survival of all mankind?At this moment, on the playground in a certain villa area in Huangzhou, dozens of powerful people of different ages and appearances, but everyone exudes a strong aura from the inside out, gathered here.

The leader is a big female beauty, she is meticulously dressed, she is exquisite and strict from the top to the bottom, just looking at her like this gives a strong oppressive force.

She is the current first speaker of the United Nations, the highest person in power, and Feng Wu's mentor, Ms. Mo.

Ms. Mo swiped sharply, and the outdoor activity area, which was still a bit noisy, became quiet in an instant, and everyone looked over suspiciously, anxiously or trustingly.

Ms. Mo nodded to her assistant, motioned the other party to send the document, and then said: "The issue about the abyss of the demon tide in Xiyin Prefecture is already a serious illness. In the early years, it could be ignored and confronted, but now, It's time to solve it, otherwise—”

"Please browse through the documents in your hand. This is the statistics about Xiyin Prefecture for nearly a thousand years. The line chart next to it has fully explained a problem: Xiyin Prefecture will be broken this time!"

"The tide of magic is raging. Once Xiyin Prefecture is broken, Beirong Prefecture will be the first to suffer. Beirong Prefecture—" Ms. Mo's eyes fell on a gray-haired old man in the crowd. The little mandarin jacket looks like every old man on Huangzhou Road in the Central Plains, but who knows that this is a high-level power with eight rings?

"Old Chi, if the Pingchuan area of ​​Beirong Prefecture is attacked by a demon tide, what will happen to the entire Beirong Prefecture? You should know better than me."

The old man who was called Chi Lao had an ugly expression on his face, his hands shaking while holding the document, and he said after a while: "Is the incident of the demon tide in Xiyin Prefecture just a worry for me in Beirong Prefecture? Although there are hundreds of people in Nanfeng Prefecture Thousands of hectares of jungle are blocked, so how can we stop the invasion of demonic energy? Huangzhou is located in the Central Plains, with a large population, and it is the place where demonic energy is most happy. If the tide of demons breaks through the Xiyinzhou barrier, what will happen to Huangzhou in the Central Plains? Can you escape?"

"Old Chi is right! Among the big states, the only one that can feel a little more at ease is Dongling Prefecture, but if Beirong, Nanfeng and Central Plains Huangzhou are also engulfed by the demon tide one after another, Dongling Prefecture will eventually Doomed!"

"This statement is justified. Now that the tide of evil is approaching, and there are rumors that the end is coming, I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

"So what if it's difficult? Could it be that I'm going to sit and wait to die?"

"Who wants to sit and wait? It's just..."

"..."

Dozens of powerful people who had been quiet at first started arguing with each other one by one, which was different from the tit-for-tat confrontation like before, and now there was a bit more lament and melancholy of bad luck.

Evidently, every powerful person present vaguely understood the purpose of being summoned here today, and understood the burden that was about to be crushed.

When Ms. Mo saw that the situation was almost the same, she coughed heavily and calmed down the huge event venue again. She said, "Everyone here is my United Nations, the pillar of all human beings. Now I will trouble everyone to contribute."

After receiving this, Ms. Mo clicked on her optical brain, and a huge optical screen was displayed in front of everyone.

This is a [-]-day schedule for the supervisor of the Demon Tide in Xiyin Prefecture. The year, month, day and the geographical location that needs to be inspected have been clearly written, only the name of the person is missing. Obviously, at this time, Ms. Mo means to finalize the schedule. The person on duty every day was chosen.

About two 10 minutes later.

The schedule was completely filled, and only Ms. Mo and a senior member of parliament were left in the huge venue.

The member said: "Speaker, what you did today is too risky after all."

Of course, Ms. Mo knew the meaning of the councilor's words, but it was just to remind her that she was too strong, and things might turn against each other. After all, she used the big situation again and again today. It's a little bad, maybe I didn't feel it at the time, but the more I think about it, the more unhappy it will be, after all——

The so-called demon tide supervisors are to stand on the front line of the demon tide, which is fine in previous years, but now the situation is similar to death, how many powerful people are willing to be happy?