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

"Are you awake?" Feng Zhao 2.0 sat on the head of the bed and asked casually. Even though he knew no one would answer, he still lazily added, "Xiyin State has arrived. What I promised that old man back then It's you, not me, if you don't wake up, then I—"

Feng Zhao 2.0 rubbed his chin, revealing a strange and split smile, because half of his lips were highly curved, while the other half was pursed tightly, as if he was angry.

"Song Zhiran's demonic energy smells good, I plan tonight... you are dreaming!"

Feng Zhao 2.0 regretted that he didn't finish his sentence, but he was so generous, so he decided to think about it in his heart.

Then, someone who woke up early in the morning but kept silent was completely irritated.

"Despicable and shameless bastard!" Feng Zhao cursed.

Feng Zhaozhao 2.0 was stimulated by the word "bastard", and laughed out loud: "My little Zhaozhao, sometimes you are so ignorant that I want to kill you directly!"

"Why, don't you believe it? Haha, you don't think I can't do anything about you, do you? Why, do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

When Feng Zhao 2.0 said this, his ordinary face was shocked into an emoji. He covered his stomach and laughed for a while, then sat cross-legged, and his spiritual consciousness entered the world of spiritual consciousness.

The world of spiritual knowledge is different for every spiritual master, and the world of spiritual knowledge is naturally the hidden place of consciousness.

The consciousness of Feng Zhao 2.0 was born here, and since its birth, it has slept here more often.

Also sleeping here, there is another consciousness. This consciousness is not the 1.0 consciousness that was born due to the stimulation of the devil energy, but a consciousness that has not appeared for a long time, but now it can only be ranked as a 3.0 guy.

2.0 also doesn't like this 3.0, but now, compared with 3.0, the current main consciousness has come from behind and has become the number one dislike of 2.0.

Since you don't like it, of course you have to beat him up.

Moreover, beat to death!

Feng Zhao 2.0 was also born of demonic energy. Although it is not like 1.0 that is full of killing and blood, but in terms of lethality, he can not be weaker than 1.0.

Even because of 2.0, you can still beep while playing, beep "Yellow Mao's death", beep "The bad old man managed to escape, but in the end he lost his old life because of saving Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran", beep "Song Zhiran Reluctant along the way, but backed down step by step"...

All in all, Feng Zhao's main consciousness felt that he had encountered a double attack and almost collapsed directly.

In the end, if the other consciousness in the world of spiritual knowledge hadn't been awakened, I'm afraid Feng Zhao's main consciousness would have been directly tossed away...

But how?

Although Feng Zhao 2.0 dislikes the main consciousness in various ways, he feels that the other party is stupid and ignorant, it's okay if he has a bad brain, and his personality is still twisted. He obviously fell in love with his partner, and he still doesn't drag him back to the nest, but instead tries to get married...

Of course, it doesn’t matter if you become a matriarch, as long as your nest or mine doesn’t matter, the important thing is that everyone wants to have a happy hug, right?

But a certain idiot doesn't, like a daffodil, he has to wait for his partner to confess first, or he feels like he has lost...

Occasionally, when Feng Zhao 2.0 woke up from a deep sleep and noticed the thoughts of the main consciousness, he wanted to beat him up, but unfortunately, he never had the chance.

But now that he seized the opportunity, and finally gave him a vicious beating, the result was——

He is dreaming.

In the dream, after the scene of the younger brother Huang Mao suddenly sacrificing his life to save him by mistake, it was Song Zhiran's reflexive protection at the critical moment.

If Shui Haizhou hadn't taken half the trick at that time, I'm afraid Song Zhiran's life would have been lost.

Feng Zhao, who was protected at that time, was still dominated by the main consciousness. How should I put it, he was furious, frightened and angry, and made the most wrong choice, but it was the most beneficial to 2.0 choose.

He took advantage of the wisp of magic energy that was still lurking in his body.

As soon as the little tadpole-like devilish energy was exposed, it instinctively began to devour it. In the meeting hall, those elders who had been planted with devil seeds, servants, and demonized them, all the devil seeds in their bodies were summoned , and soon got out, and was armed by the little tadpoles into a boa constrictor.Then, this devilish boa constrictor pounced on Shui Haizhou.

Shui Haizhou's temperament was extreme at first, and later he lost his wife and daughter in middle age, and not long after, even his son, who was useless and did not look down on him, died.

If you have an obstacle in your heart, you are most likely to be polluted by magic energy.

However, because of his momentary hesitation, Mr. Song finally faced a dilemma.

It's a pity that Feng Zhao has no place in the two dilemmas.

Therefore, even though Song Zhiran, who was seriously injured, wanted to save Feng Zhao, he couldn't do anything.

Not only was his face reddened by the blood before, half of Feng Zhao's body was also blood red at this moment, and there was a surge of demonic energy around him. Only a pair of glass-colored eyes, firm and fearless, made people hate.

Mr. Song stopped Mr. Shui, and said to Feng Zhao, "I don't want to kill you, as long as you shut up."

Feng Zhao once again heard the words "I don't want to kill" himself, but he just wanted to laugh, and he really laughed, and after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he said, "Then kill me, after all, let me kill you." The best way for a person to shut up forever is to die—”

After Mr. Song heard this, he loosened his grip on Shui Haizhou, so the giant hammer hit Feng Zhao's heart.

Feng Zhao couldn't move at all at this time, and of course, he didn't want to move anymore, guilt and fatigue made him want to close his eyes.

just.

Feng Zhao closed his eyes, but he didn't wait for the imaginary fatal blow. Instead, his body suddenly hung in the air and was lifted up.

then.

Then he saw a bad old man.

The poor, slovenly old man in my memory, but today he looks like a dog...

However, the bad old man who gnawed chicken feet and picked up peanuts with his mouth in his memory, after being hit hard by hammer after hammer, staggered and fell out, but his first reaction was to catch Feng Zhao with his body, as if he was afraid of this Falling, Feng Zhao's half breath was completely gone.

In the dream, the strong smell of blood, the glaring blood, and the demonic energy that was already lingering around him all turned into a dying old man.

The bad old man glanced at Song Zhi, who had recovered a lot because he had taken the medicine in time, and then he used all his remaining energy and energy to confess his last words to Feng Zhao.

"I once lost someone."

"Now, I want you, you help me find her, and then... ahem, kill her!"

"Feng Zhao, take this token and go, go...to Xiyin Prefecture..."

When the last word "zhou" fell, the old man's eyelids and the hand that held Feng Zhao also fell.

"what--"

The painful screaming in the dream somehow "empathized" with Feng Zhao 2.0, forcing 2.0 to wake up from the dream, touching his face with tears.

"Tsk."

Feng Zhao 2.0 let out an exclamation of contempt, and gave a middle finger to the main consciousness that escaped by sleeping because of the pain.

"Knock knock."

"Young Master? Young Master, are you alright?" Zheng Yuanfan's worried voice came after the knock on the door.

Feng Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at the two shadows outside. He wanted to say "it's okay", but immediately went down, and said weakly in a second: "cough, cough cough...no, I'm fine. It's just..."

Zheng Yuanfan was in a hurry: "Just what? Young master, please be sure to tell me clearly if you have any situation, so you can do it as soon as possible, you..."

"It's all right. I... I just thought of something." When it came to the end, Feng Zhao's weak and sad voice came out of the door and into Song Zhiran's ears without any concealment.

Song Zhiran frowned, glanced at Zheng Yuanfan who was hesitant to speak, and nodded slightly after a while.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuanfan's eyes immediately showed joy, and after saying "thank you" in a low voice, he left quietly, apparently handing over his young lord to Song Zhiran, as if he was very relieved.

It has to be said that Zheng Yuanfan is really good at doing things, and his reassurance makes Song Zhiran, who has a strong sense of responsibility, take it for granted that the burden of ensuring Feng Zhao's safety falls on him.

Even, Song Zhiran thought about staying here overnight.

If Feng Zhao inside hadn't let out a faint whimper after coughing intermittently, Song Zhiran might have really chosen this way.

It's a pity that all the ducks flew to the door, how could Feng Zhao 2.0 give it the chance to run away anytime and anywhere?

So Feng Zhao 2.0 quickly decided on a strategy. First, he coughed intermittently and suppressed, and looked like he was seriously injured and not fully recovered. Although this is a fact, some facts exist, but because of the lack of superficial symbols, It's always easy to be overlooked.

In order not to be ignored, how can Feng Zhao 2.0 continue to hide at this time?Of course, you have to show it, and you have to exaggerate it a little bit. After coughing for a while, you pinch your nose and start to breathe, so that people outside the door can tell that there is something wrong with the breathing.

as predicted.

Ten minutes later, Song Zhiran took the initiative to ask.

Feng Zhao 2.0 of course has to refuse, after all, if you want to refuse, you still welcome, rejection is a skill, if you refuse well, your partner will run into the nest!

Feng Zhao 2.0 said that he was fine, that he was fine, and then sniffed his nose a few more times, his voice so low that Song Zhiran almost couldn't hear it clearly.

But when there was a problem, he heard clearly.

So Song Zhiran had no choice but to intensify his doubts again, coupled with the worry of causing trouble, he took the initiative to enter the door, wanting to confirm Feng Zhao's situation.

The partner poked his head in front of his den.

Feng Zhao 2.0 held his breath, turned around in a pretentious manner, unwilling to look at the other party, and put on a very ashamed appearance in order to arouse more worries from his partner.

How did Song Zhiran know that Feng Zhao 2.0 would act as a demon in the middle of the night, of course, this act of demon was completely accidental, but does it matter?

It's not important, it's important!

Song Zhiran was really worried, so worried that he couldn't help asking: "Feng Zhao? Is it you?"

Feng Zhao 2.0 gritted his teeth, but gave an affirmative answer in action. He shrank his neck and put on a guilty look that wanted to hide the whole person.

Song Zhiran was indeed deceived, and subconsciously took a few steps forward. Then, as he stepped forward, he suddenly tripped over something, and fell onto the bed.

Feng Zhao 2.0 opened his arms and hugged his "throwing into his arms" partner firmly.

Song Zhiran: "!"

Before Song Zhiran could fully react, he heard the pleading words from the person holding him in a familiar tone.

Feng Zhao 2.0 said: "Let me hug you for a while, just for a while..."

A deep, dry voice, hiding sadness and sadness.

Song Zhiran's raised hand just stopped.

Feng Zhao 2.0 is satisfied with getting the obedience he wants, and then, how should I put it, the existence of demons likes to make progress, and the most uncontrollable thing is greed and desire.

Feng Zhao 2.0's claws were about to move, and finally, he said: "That day, you saved me."

Song Zhiran remained silent, like a silent promise - if he is here, he will be protected.

"Thank you..." Feng Zhao 2.0's warm breath fell on Song Zhiran's neck deliberately, and he was satisfied to see that the snow-white neck of the other party was so red in a very short time that it made people salivate.

Just, I really want to take a bite.

However, before taking a bite, you should lick it first. After all, deliciousness starts with tasting. If it tastes good...

Do not!

It must taste good!

Feng Zhao 2.0 thought of the taste that once fascinated him, resisted the urge to swallow his saliva, and clasped Song Zhiran's waist with more force.

However, while he was holding the person tightly, his fingers had their own thoughts, and they began to instinctively caress and want to penetrate into it.

even--

And they worked!

Song Zhiran, who was racking his brains on how to comfort him, quickly realized something was wrong. It was just because he subconsciously preconceived that the real Feng Zhao had awakened, so at the very beginning, when his waist was fastened , and didn't think much about it.

Even, the eagerness to push him into his body was mistaken by him for Feng Zhao suppressing his emotions...

but--

What about the rupture of the vestment?

The hooves that had already started to extend down in just a few seconds after the rupture!son!

"Aww!" Feng Zhao 2.0 let out a miserable howl, and the claw of Lushan, which was only half a palm away from the destination, was broken inch by inch.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, this pain Feng Zhao wanted to throw the blame away for 2.0 minutes.

Well, wait!

This is totally possible!Song Zhiran made up his mind this time to give this person an unforgettable lesson, so he was merciless in his attack. After breaking off the five fingers of the opponent's hand with a magic skill, he immediately exposed the target to the opponent's other hand. paws.

however.

Song Zhiran clasped Feng Zhao's other paw, and before he could speak, Feng Zhao suddenly tilted his head and closed his eyes.

problem occurs?

"Feng Zhao?" Song Zhiran didn't let go of Feng Zhao's hand, he was both worried and suspicious, after all, this sub-personality born of devilish energy was really cunning and deceitful, and it wasn't the first time he had been deceived.

"Feng Zhao? Feng Zhao?"

Song Zhiran changed several times in a row to no avail, then raised his hand and took out a night pearl from the storage bracelet, and carefully discerned Feng Zhao's current situation by the light of the moon pearl.

Under the light of the Moon Pearl, Feng Zhao still kept his head tilted and lethargic just now. If he wasn't still breathing, he might really be misunderstood...

only--

Passed out?

Passed out from pain?

Song Zhiran didn't think that this person would pass out from the pain, after all, when the injury was so serious back then, the other party could still flirt with his lips and hands with a playful smile, but now——

and many more!

Could it be——

Song Zhiran's heart skipped a beat, and his extremely black eyes fixed on Feng Zhao's.

As if responding to Song Zhiran's expectation, Feng Zhao's eyelashes trembled suddenly, then his eyeballs rolled and struggled for a while, and finally opened his eyes.

The glazed eyes quickly changed from blankness at first to guilt, and then to pain and sorrow.

Feng Zhao opened his mouth, then opened his mouth again, and it took him a while to say something: "Song Zhiran, it's... I..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Zhiran's heart was beating like a drum with a calm expression.

10 minute later.

The bedside lamp was turned on, and the warm yellow light added a bit of warmth to the room, but the warmth could not smudge Kaifeng Zhao's eyes.

Those glass-colored eyes, Feng Zhao who seemed to be looking up, were originally brilliant and dazzling, but at this moment, there was only endless coldness.

Song Zhiran's eyes shrank, and finally, he got up suddenly, moved from the soft couch three steps away to the side of the bed, then sat down, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Feng Zhao's hand.

Feng Zhao misunderstood, and said: "Although...those were not my intention, but they are all my fault after all, you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Song Zhiran, who just wanted to hold Feng Zhao's hand and give him warmth, looked at Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao smiled and said indifferently: "Anyway, it can be cured later, so you don't have to worry about the sequelae."

Song Zhiran's beating heart felt a little painful, he pursed his lips vigorously, and said, "You are not him."

So, his fault, what does it have to do with you?

So, what's wrong with you?

After all, Song Zhiran couldn't say the following words. He was naturally restrained, and he was not good at talking, let alone comforting others?

but--

Song Zhiran listened to Feng Zhao explaining the dual personality, different personalities, but one person, not to mention that he is the master personality, the only reason why the second personality has the opportunity to come out to do bad things is because of him and the master personality and so on...

Song Zhiran refused to continue listening.

Song Zhiran's extremely dark eyes looked deeply at Feng Zhao, who was sternly blaming himself for blaming him, and then looked at the other hand that was being repaired with light elements. trembling constantly...

Song Zhiran pursed his lips hard, and squeezed in the hand that he just wanted to hold.

Fingers intertwined.

Feng Zhao's voice faltered immediately, and he looked at the clasped hands in shock, then raised his eyes a little bit, and met Song Zhiran's eyes.

It was at this moment that Feng Zhao finally noticed something was wrong on Song Zhiran's face.

So, one second before the surging emotions in his heart erupted, Feng Zhao was shocked and said, "Your face? Song Zhiran, why is your face disfigured?"

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran: "!"

Song Zhiran didn't take back his hand, but his gaze became sinister and extremely unkind.

Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao hurriedly explained: "I didn't dislike your disfigurement... No, it has nothing to do with whether you dislike it or not, no, wait! I just... I just want to know, what's going on with your face? What is it? Who did it?"

When he said the last sentence, Feng Zhao's panic, guilt and cautiousness all turned into anger and heartache.

Song Zhiran's frowned eyebrows relaxed a little, and he said lightly: "It's not a big deal to accidentally be taken advantage of by the devil's energy."

After saying this, Song Zhiran immediately changed the subject and said, "How about you, how do you feel now?"

Feng Zhao felt that Song Zhiran changed the subject too quickly, and there must be something hidden from him, but he thought about it carefully. Before his main consciousness was completely unconscious, Song Zhiran's face was still intact, so he should be released with him in the meeting hall that day. It doesn't matter if the demonic energy is there, then it can only be the next thing...

after that……

Feng Zhao's main consciousness really fell asleep for a long time, and what happened during his deep sleep?

Is it—

"Yes, did my sub-personality do it? I... Bah! Don't throw the blame on me, you idiot, you swallowed too much magic energy and couldn't digest it. Of course, if Song Zhiran wanted to save you, he could only... ..."

"To shut up!"

In the first paragraph, it was Feng Zhao who was speaking, but it wasn't just Feng Zhao who was speaking, because most of the rest of the paragraph was refuted by version 2.0, and Song Zhiran—

Song Zhiran was naturally berating 2.0 to shut up.

however.

Song Zhiran didn't know if that guy who shouldn't be talking wanted to shut up, and didn't care, but Feng Zhao really shut up.

Not only did he shut up, but the circles of his eyes turned red, as if he wanted to cry.

Men don't shed tears lightly, this sentence is on Feng Zhao... how to put it, it depends on the mood.

Too much guilt weighed on Feng Zhao's heart, but he hadn't been relieved all the time, and now he knew that he had hurt Song Zhiran like this. In this way, Feng Zhao's heart was already overloaded.

Song Zhiran pursed his lips, and said anxiously, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he..."

"No, he didn't." Feng Zhao sniffled and choked up, "I can feel that he didn't lie to me..."

Song Zhiran suddenly didn't know what to say, and seeing Feng Zhao who turned his head away and wept silently, his heart ached.

"Feng Zhao..."

"...I'm fine, I'm fine, really..."

"Feng Zhao." Song Zhiran clasped Feng Zhao's hand, trying hard to convey his feelings, but found that his naturally warm hands were really limited in heat.

like him...

can't speak.

will not explain.

Not comforting.

Song Zhiran's mood suddenly collapsed, the demonic energy imprisoned on half of his face was throbbing, struggling, frantically attacking the seal with the host's negative emotions at the moment.

however.

When they were about to succeed, for some reason, the negative emotions in Song Zhiran's body suddenly disappeared, replaced by joy that made them feel uncomfortable.

Song Zhiran looked at the hands of the two with crooked eyebrows. This time, he was no longer the one who took the initiative to hold Feng Zhao, but together with Feng Zhao, they held each other tightly, as if they were one.

The author has something to say: Well, I decided to pamper Concubine Wan Gui tomorrow, the update may be late~~Jiu Mi~ I love you~

PS: Emotional drama works hard!