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

Lao Li has two pains in his life. The first pain is that he became bald at a young age, so that even if he cultivated to become a great spiritual master with eight rings, his baldness still follows him like a shadow; the second pain is his real name. ——Li Jianren.

If baldness can be fooled with a wig, to deceive others as well as in front of others, then his real name, he stopped using it 30 years ago.

Then the question comes-

"You, how do you know my full name?" Lao Li asked, "Who told you? Old man Ji? Huang Baozhu? Or—the boy from the Song family?"

Of course Feng Zhao would not say that he got the truth from Lu Ze's university diploma, he just smiled grimly: "You are just as the name suggests, what are you afraid of? Hehe, I think soon, not only me, but the whole Dongling State, No, the entire United Nations will surely remember your name—”

"Are you threatening me?" Lao Li was displeased, and felt that something was wrong, and hummed, "The name is just a code name, so what if it sounds ugly, is it possible that there are still people who dare to be disrespectful in front of the principal?"

When it came to the end, Lao Li seemed to have come to his senses again. Feng Zhao in front of him called him a bitch a minute ago, and scolded him another bitch. He squinted his eyes, and while releasing his coercion, he stepped forward With one step, he grabbed Feng Zhao's collar and dragged him half-straight.

"It turned out that I gave you too much face, that's why I asked you to provoke me again and again? Huh," Principal Li snorted coldly, and pushed the force of the lifting again, "Bang", just now Feng Zhao, who was lifted by his collar, was pushed away, and the back of his head hit the wall.

The sudden pain caused Feng Zhao to pretend to be calm and waveless, and the anger in his glazed eyes surged, but before Lao Li opened his mouth, he was quickly suppressed again. The speed made Lao Li both shocked and shocked. gratified.

However, what shocked Lao Li even more was that in the next second——

Just when Lao Li was still figuring out how to guide the bad guys to the end while giving key information, a bright light flashed!

Lao Li only felt a pain in his scalp, and then a large lump of black flew out.

Old Li: "!"

Old Li didn't even bother to turn his head to look. He didn't know when the coercion that had been retracted due to his body's instincts would reappear. I don't know when to hold the fruit knife.

On the fruit knife, fresh blood and hair reminded Lao Li just what happened when he thought "the winning ticket was in his hands".

My own hair was cut...

Even the scalp was almost shaved off!

Shouldn't it be lucky that the little bastard's knife was aimed at his own hair, not his neck or heart?

otherwise!

Lao Li almost didn't dare to continue thinking. He was about to force Feng Zhao's hand, but when he was about to hurt Feng Zhao's wrist, he subconsciously withdrew his strength.

however.

"Crack" sound.

Feng Zhao's grasped wrist was directly cut off by himself, and he abandoned it. He retracted his arm and leaned back on the head of the bed, calmly and indifferently as if nothing had happened just now.

If not, Lao Li is still holding a somewhat warm wrist; if not, then the fruit knife, which has finally lost its vitality and is no longer stable, finally fell to the ground with a bang...

If not, at this moment, countless light elements are gathering at Feng Zhao's wound, and the face of the self-harming person is calm but pale...

I'm afraid Lao Li really has doubts. Feng Zhao in front of him really didn't do anything just now.

No, what he should really suspect is that the Feng Zhao in front of him is really the one in his memory who is talented and hard-working. Although his family background is not good and he is greedy for money, but...

But still an excellent good... kid?

The shock on Lao Li's face was too obvious, and the shock and unconcealable worry made Feng Zhao, who wanted to groan because of the pain of breaking his own wrist, but still had to endure it, uttered angrily: " Li Jianren, are you worried about me? Or, you want to tell me—”

"From the magic energy, to my hair, to just now, you are actually just deliberately training me? Cultivating me? For my own good? The heavens have given me a great mandate, toil my body and mind? vomit!"

Feng Zhao made an extremely exaggerated vomiting movement, and his glass-colored eyes were icy cold, which made Lao Li, who had been guessed right, feel guilty, flustered and hesitant, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad premonition.

as predicted.

Feng Zhao then popped out a classic curse: "Did I hit you!"

Lao Li: "..."

Although Lao Li had been prepared for a long time, since he decided to fight the bad guys to the end, he would have to face scolding and hatred, but for some reason, at this moment, he really had a feeling that he...was so wrong.

Not only wrong, but even——

Even... there is no chance of turning back.

In Feng Zhao's previous life, he was the crown prince of the Feng family who was held in his hands. Although he got off to a bad start in this life, it only created his extreme view of money. Apart from this, some of his natures have never changed: Those who want to live, those who are evil want to die!

For example, Song Zhiran.

When it was a deadly rivalry, Feng Zhao could just rub the villain secretly. If it wasn't for his lack of strength, he might have seized the opportunity to knock him out...Nowadays, once he wears an eighteen-layer filter, that is I can't wait to transfer the opponent's magic energy to myself.

After all, there are many lice and they are not afraid of biting.

And for Lao Li, why not?

The trust and kindness in the early years, even if I knew I was betrayed, I just thought about finding someone to put on a sack to vent my anger... until now.

No, to be more precise, until it was determined that his baldness came from Lao Li, the last trace of emotion in Feng Zhao's heart was gone, only hatred!

Gritting hate!

If it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, he would have violent hatred for murder right now.

At the bottom of the glazed eyes, there is a ray of black energy surging, more and more, more and more.

"Feng Zhao!" Lao Li suddenly shouted loudly, calling Feng Zhao, who was immersed in hatred, back to his senses. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he still couldn't hold back his face and hummed heavily. , walked away.

With a "bang", the sound of the door slamming was like a signal.

next second.

Feng Zhao, who came back to his senses and still had a high-end "hatred" face, immediately distorted and "hiss hissed" in pain.

Wrists haven't grown yet...

"Damn! It hurts..." Feng Zhao took a deep breath, and when he finally calmed down, he looked at the nodding hair not far away, and couldn't help but feel complacent, "Dare to pluck Lao Tzu's hair , I will scalp you! Hmph!"

It's a pity that although his movements were fast enough, he was still a little slow after all, otherwise he would have shaved off the old bitch's hair.

However, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

snort!

Feng Zhao comforted himself, and when his wrist finally grew back, he changed into a hospital gown, put on a hoodie, and left the hospital quickly.

Close the small courtyard.

Feng Zhao was stopped by Huang Mao who was coming out of the kitchen: "Brother Zhao, why did you leave the hospital? Are you in good health? I just received a call saying that you fainted again, you..."

"Discharged, all right, very good!" Feng Zhao responded to Huang Mao's concern concisely, and forcibly pushed Huang Mao's body away, and then rushed all the way into Feng Wu's room.

The door of Feng Wu's room was not closed, but in the wide open door, Feng Zhao's "arrogant and domineering" sister was communicating with others with an obedient look on her face.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao couldn't help but look sideways at the sky outside, there was no knife or red rain...

So, dreaming?

Feng Zhao turned his gaze, waved at Huang Mao who was following up, and then rua and tugged.

Huangmao: "!"

The yellow hair burst into tears of pain, and broke Feng Zhao's paw with a "snap". Looking at the many yellow hairs that Feng Zhao had pulled off, he trembled angrily: "Brother Zhao, why are you like this? It's fine if you're bald. You still want to make me bald? You are too much!"

Feng Zhao didn't admit it: "I was not careful just now."

"You careless P! Who doesn't know who? You...you are revenge, you are jealous!" Huang Mao said, rolling his eyeballs that were about to burst into tears, and snorted, "I didn't want to say that at first. , since Brother Zhao, you are unkind first, don't blame me for being unrighteous." After saying that, Huang Mao turned on his optical brain and dialed the communication.

Feng Zhaozheng was guilty, thinking about giving Huang Mao a little compensation, um, is the compensation 10 spirit coins, or 1, or...

and many more!

Spirit coins?

Psychic?

My Spirit Coin!

Boom.

The memory that Feng Zhao hadn't had much time to recall since he woke up finally had a chance to bubble up, and then, like a thunderbolt, he trembled all over, his eyes became hot, and he almost burst into tears again.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao—" Huang Mao pushed Feng Zhao, and when Feng Zhaomu looked up in a daze, he twisted his smile, raised his hand and pulled it violently.

The hood of Feng Zhao's hoodie was ripped off, exposing his bald head.

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran's slightly frowned eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his lips twitched. He endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "You, are you bald?"

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao looked at Song Zhiran in the light screen, turned his head slowly, and looked at the yellow hair that said "I want revenge", and then turned his head slowly, and looked at the light screen. In the middle, Song Zhiran finally raised the corner of his mouth, he endured and endured, endured and endured, but couldn't hold back——

"Aw" cried.

Song Zhiran: "!"

Huangmao: "!!"

Feng Wu, who was listening with her ears open while communicating: "!!!"

While crying, Feng Zhao yelled louder: "Not only am I bald, I'm also a pauper! Poor and bald..."

Song Zhiran, Huang Mao, Feng Wu: "..." That's how it is.

but.

Huang Mao couldn't help doubting: "Brother Zhao, I remember that your small coffers have a lot of money!"

Song Zhiran was silent for a while, and reminded: "You have at least two gemstones."

The author has something to say: Feng Zhao now: I am bald and poor... Desperate JPG

Feng Zhao after several chapters: What?Not only am I bald in human form, but I am also bald in animal form?Isn't my animal form always bald?Oh no, to be more precise, I'm naked... Whoops, I'm starting to grow fluff?Although it grows here and there, it is very ugly, but it has grown!It's long!SurpriseJPG

#On Unknowing Happiness#

PS: I'm wondering if it's double-opening, or try it on the Saturday of next month?Or try on the ninth day?What do you say, cutie?