Chapter 383: Can You See It Through Crossing?

"Come on," Fuji Feng's smile was cruel like a perverted corpse murderer, "Accept the baptism of holy water!" ā€

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Echizen, who was forced to see him by holy water, instinctively felt bad, and hurriedly shouted, "It seems that I am not the only 'lucky' player, right?" ā€

"That's right, there's also Senior Tao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "Fuji Feng shook his neck, and Echizen saw that Momojo over there had been forced into a corner by the bottle of white flower snake grass water.

"For ...... Why is he younger than me? Echizen looked at the can bottle in his hand and was very dissatisfied, the 330 ml thing was obviously a lot less than his own, and the silver-gray jar still looked quite emotional.

"Because Senior Tao only entered the lucky bag once, and you entered it twice!" Fuji Feng smiled very treacherously, "So, you are luckier than him, you are the luckiest person in the audience!" Come on, be happy, drink it, and you will feel boundless joy! ā€

"Can I trust you?" When death came, Echizen was very tough, "The big deal is a death, and twelve years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again!" ā€

Echizen Wangkong shouted, and took a sip of a whole bottle of Laoshan holy water.

"Hehe, in the next life, if the effect of holy water can only make you faint, then it will be at the same level as a low-end drink like vegetable juice?" Fuji Feng sneered.

Just kidding, holy water, that's the legendary holy water! Fuji Feng once drank this thing in his previous life, and when he took a sip, the taste couldn't get in his mouth for three or five days, what is chewing gum and which is toothpaste, it doesn't work at all. Unless you eat two catties of green onions, garlic, stinky tofu and durian, don't even want to change the taste in your mouth.

And that's not the most terrifying, during these three days, even the urine that came out of the urine had the weird smell of holy water. It was a wholehearted, top-down, inside-out, baptism.

Tsk, it's scary to think about.

Because of Fujimine's billiards match, Echizen and Momojo, who were supposed to have a week's vacation to enjoy, were always in a state of confusion.

"I'm convinced, I'm completely convinced." Three days later, looking at Momojo and Echizen, who still seemed to be suffering from holy water all the time, Qian said that he was really convinced, and the holy water thing was not something made by humans.

"It's good to know that I'm afraid!" Fuji Feng smiled and took a sip of Coke, "Eh, Coke expired?" ā€

"Forehead ......"

"Gollum ......"

"Hmph, fight with me?" There was a bright reflection on the lenses of Qian's glasses, "In the end, my Ah Gan is still a step ahead...... No, what does this smell ......? ā€

"Tom!"

With the same sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Fuji Feng struggled and sneered: "Hmph, do you think that only you will change the drink?" Let you feel the holy water of Laoshan Mountain! ā€

"Brother Li, are you here?" The next day, at Teng Feng's house, Teng Feng listlessly welcomed Li Xiliang into the door.

"What's the matter with you, why are you listless, as if you've just had some trauma?" Li Xiliang raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it Xiao Sun?" ā€

"Nope." Fuji Feng waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "How can I say that I am also his junior brother now, and you are behind the town, he will not mess around." ā€

"That'll do." Li Xiliang has a deep friendship with Teng Feng, so he casually found a sofa to sit on, took the glass bottle on the cabinet next to him, unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth, while saying: "Your place is really hard to find, the taxi doesn't dare to come close, and I have to come by myself, I'm tired to death." ā€

"Wait a minute, that's ......" Teng Feng wanted to stretch out his hand to stop it, but unfortunately it was too late, how much lung capacity does Li Xiliang have for martial arts practitioners, and drank more than half of the five hundred and fifty milliliters of Laoshan White Flower Snake Grass Water in one go.

"Alas, it's late." Teng Feng looked at Li Xiliang with a smile and said, "You don't drink it without looking at what it is, you are really not polite to me." ā€

"What's wrong?" Li Xiliang smiled: "Tell me about your family's set of aristocratic rules?" Or is it that our friendship is not enough for me to drink your bottle of water? ā€

"No, you drink, you drink whatever you want." Teng Feng looked at Li Xiliang with ill intentions and said, "It doesn't matter if there is a problem with drinking, Teng Feng's family has a big business, and we will kill and bury it here." ā€

"What are you...... Well? Li Xiliang was about to speak, but his face changed suddenly, and his body, which he didn't know how high his kung fu was, actually felt a burst of discomfort.

"Poof!"

Not to mention that Li Xiliang is a master, he actually forcibly took a breath of luck and forced the Laoshan Saint Shui Shengsheng who had already drunk his stomach to come up, and squirted out in one gulp, which happened to spray the face of Teng Feng, who was sitting opposite him.

"Poof!" Li Xiliang vomited, but it was bitter to Tengfeng. Originally, the taste of Laoshan holy water was sour enough, and Li Xiliang forced it up from his stomach, so he had to bring some stomach acid digestive juice or something, it was disgusting to think about it, not to mention that he was opening his mouth and laughing, and he was sprayed?

"Good guy, I drank my senior's soft-shelled turtle blood yesterday, and I can't slow down my spirit for at least two days, this is good, you give me this, and my week's vacation is wasted." Teng Feng took four or five bottles of water, rinsed his mouth to the point of almost stomach lavage, then felt better, wiped his face, looked at Li Xiliang with a bitter face, and said, "You don't say a word if you spit out." ā€

"Nonsense!" Li Xiliang said angrily: "You kid has a sick brain, why do you put such a dangerous thing at home?" You nobles don't pay attention to your own safety like this? ā€

"Blame me?" Fuji Feng spread his hands and said: "The senior in the school wants to come to the horror drink competition with me, and he even took out the coke made of soft-shelled turtle blood, so I have to be the trump card." ā€

"No matter how you say it, it's not yours, you should promise not to use the Laoshan holy water lightly. It's just turtle blood, just give him some kvass or a red bottle screaming or something. "Li Xiliang is worthy of being a serious Zhongguo from China, and he is clear about Zhongguo's dark drink.

"Tell me about you, I just gave you a precious ancient book, just to improve your tennis strength, the loss is that I don't have a sect, and I don't have any respect, otherwise I have to die." Li Xiliang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You didn't say that you wanted to repay my kindness, you even poisoned me." ā€

"That's you." Teng Feng is indeed grateful for this, if it is really as Sun Boting said, the two pages that Li Xiliang asked him to bring are the first generation of manuscripts of the Taiji Sword, then the value of this thing is immeasurable. Even if it's just a transcript, with the name of "first", it's definitely not simple.

"Brother, it's not interesting to say." Li Xiliang took a cocktail that Teng Feng asked someone to serve him again, and said with a smile: "You may not believe it, although you are only a twelve-year-old child, but I always feel that you seem to be very mature, and your real age should be older than me, just like a person in his thirties and forties, who has been beaten back to the first grade of middle school." ā€

As soon as Li Xiliang said this, Teng Feng's heartbeat almost stopped.