On the other side of the Peach Shulin, Feng Chenglin's roar became clearer: "Damn it, in a blink of an eye, I was stunned for a moment, and that guy... just put out a smoke bomb and ran away..."

At this time, there was still smoke remaining in the yard.

Feng Chenglin was waving his hands, looking annoyed.

"I was also confused at that time... Think about it, in this blink of an eye, we haven't left yet, and this happened, and..."

Hearing the footsteps, he remembered something and waved to Gu Ye quickly.

"Come here and see if this is what you just saw?"

At this time, Gu Ye was completely stunned.

Hell!

What's going on?

He stood there blankly, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Old Huang was lying at his feet, covered in blood, motionless, and obviously had passed away.

Not far away, some things in the room were thrown out, messy and messy.

What’s strange is that on the stove not far away, the kettle was ringing "Ziz" and was steaming.

"Hello……"

Feng Chenglin patted his shoulder heavily.

"I said brother, why are you stunned? Is this the same situation as what you just saw?"

Gu Ye stiffened his neck and nodded subconsciously. Then, he thought of something, his legs became soft and he knelt on the ground.

"This...what's going on?"

how so?

Damn, what the hell is going on?

Why, why, what he saw just now only appears?

Is it him... He has the magical technique of immortals, so he can predict the future in advance?

Yes, but why does he have no other ability to foresee things except this?

Ling Luoyu walked around the yard and entered the room.

"Fatty?"

Feng Chenglin didn't care about Gu Ye and hurried over: "What's wrong, what did you find?"

"Did you smell anything?" Ling Luoyu rubbed the tip of his nose.

"smell?"

Feng Chenglin sniffed for a moment and coughed when he was choked.

"What else can this smell? Of course it is the smell of the smoke... Didn't you see it? The smoke is everywhere, and that guy made one...what are you talking about?"

"Smoke bomb!"

"Yes, yes, it's about the same nature... Didn't you say that you know that a smoke bomb will put some choking things that make people cry? This thing is, it's very choking..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but sneeze twice and blocked his nose.

"I said, "San Master, can you stand this smell?"

"I'm not letting you smell this pungent smell, but the smell after this smell..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Have you been playing philosophy again?

This taste is the taste, how can there be the taste after the taste?

Whose house doesn't taste like a mess?

Can we still be separated?

Who knew that Ling Luoyu was very persistent and tilted his head to signal him to continue hearing it.

Feng Chenglin could not do anything, so he could only rub his nose, adapted to the pungent smell, and took a deep breath.

But--

"Ahem..."

Another cough and sneeze.

How could I think: "Continue to smell."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What kind of evil did he commit?

Are you still forced to smell the smell?

Frowning, he glanced at Ling Luoyu suspiciously: "No, Master San, you... can you give me some tips?"
Chapter completed!