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

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

Feng Chenglin was waving his hand, annoyed.

"I was also dumbfounded at the time... You think it was just a blink of an eye. We haven't left yet, something like this happened, and..."

Hearing the footsteps, he remembered something, and quickly waved at Guye.

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

At this time, Guye was completely stunned.

Damn it!

what happened?

He stood there in a daze, looking at everything in front of him incredible.

Old Huang was lying at his feet, covered in blood, motionless, apparently dead.

Not far away, some things in the room were thrown out, making a mess and mess.

Strangely, on the stove not far away, the kettle was ringing, steaming hot.

"Hey"

Feng Chenglin patted his shoulder heavily.

"I said, brother, what are you stupefied? What you saw just now is the same situation?"

Guye stiffened his neck and nodded subconsciously. Then, thinking of something, his legs softened and knelt on the ground.

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

How could this be?

Damn, what the **** is going on?

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

Is he... he has the magic of the gods, can he predict the future in advance?

But, why apart from this, he has no other ability to foresee things?

Ling Luoyu circled 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?"

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

"taste?"

Feng Chenglin sniffed and coughed.

"What else can this smell like? Of course it's the smell of the smoke... Didn't you see? There is thick smoke all over the place, that guy made a...what bomb you said?

"smoke bomb!"

"Yes, yes, it's just like that in nature... Didn't you say that you know a smoke bomb that contains some teary nose stuffing? This thing is, the nose is very..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but sneezed two more times and blocked his nose.

"I said the third master, can you bear the smell?"

"I didn't let you smell the pungent smell, but the smell after it..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is it playing philosophy again?

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

Whose taste is not mixed in a mess?

Is it possible to separate?

As you know, Ling Luoyu is very persistent, tilting his head and beckoning him to continue to smell.

Feng Chenglin couldn't, so he rubbed his nose, adjusted to the smell of choking, and took a deep breath.

but--

"Ahem..."

There was another cough and sneeze.

Na Cheng thought: "Keep on smelling."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What evil did he do?

Even being forced to smell it?

Frowning, he glanced suspiciously at Ling Luoyu: "No, San Shao, you...you are more or less, can you give me a hint?"