The whole pigeon's nest trembled violently twice, and then the green smoke quickly enveloped the island.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Earthquake?"

"Who's firing the cannon?"

The men, women, and children of the Murong family were all shaken out, and then they saw the green smoke drifting through the sky.

There is also a very strange medicinal fragrance in the air, how to describe this strange medicinal fragrance, it is like durian, toon, and folded ear root These more alternative flavors are mixed together......

So most people can't help but vomit heavily, but some people can't help but take a deep breath and look intoxicated.

"Hold your breath! Beware of poisonous! Sima Decao waved his big sleeves to drive away the green smoke beside him, his pair of big sleeves were like blowers, bringing up a whirlwind, but what made him unbelievable was that the green smoke couldn't be swept away by the whirlwind, how to float and how to float.

When the green smoke completely enveloped Sima Decao, Sima Decao's body was completely uncontrollably stiff, as if time had stopped and as if he had been immobilized, he maintained a posture of waving his big sleeves and spinning, looking like he was dancing, Sima Decao's whole person was not good, he couldn't move up and down, only two big eyes were dripping and turning.

"it! Enemy attack! Bao Bumei yelled at the top of her throat, and then she was shrouded in green smoke, she had already held her breath, but it was useless, her round fat body maintained a undulating appearance, and the fat on her cheeks was thrown high, like a dynamic sculpture.

"Escort-" Feng Wu'er "BIU" flew towards Murong Kunpeng's room at a gallop, although she already knew that Murong Kunpeng's strength did not need her protection, but when she found that the center of the explosion was in the direction of Murong Kunpeng's room, she still rushed to protect Murong Kunpeng as soon as possible.

But after she rushed into the green smoke, she fell to the ground with a "poof", and still maintained a "forward" posture, and tears rolled down her big round eyes in a hurry.

"This is ......" Murong Sihai, who was fishing on the dock by the lake, suddenly looked back in the direction of his grandson's room, and then couldn't twist his head back, so he could only maintain this crooked neck posture......

At this moment, the entire pigeon nest was shrouded in the shadow of fear dominated by the Great Demon King of the Furnace......

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The boat floated gently in the water, and a cool wind blew in front of it, Ximen Xiaohua and Feng Qingyang sat in the bow and the stern of the boat, leisurely Kan Dashan, of course, the topic was Murong Kunpeng, who has recently become popular all over the world.

Ximen Xiaohua is a middle-aged man with a shiny sparkling bald head, and a large blooming chrysanthemum is tattooed on the top of his head.

This chrysanthemum tattoo is too eye-catching, causing others to not even remember his facial features, when mentioning him, he will only think of the chrysanthemums in full bloom, not that Ximen Xiaohua has any bad taste, mainly when Ximen Xiaohua tattooed a head of chrysanthemums, he was still an ignorant teenager, and he didn't know that people in the world were sinister.

At that time, he didn't know that Tokyo was hot, he didn't know that Maria was still surnamed Ozawa, he didn't know the legend of Sister Feng, he didn't know that he believed in Brother Chun, he didn't know that monks would rob nuns with Lao Tao, and he didn't know that cucumbers, bananas, and eggplants were not just eaten...... On top of that, he didn't know if chrysanthemums were human organs......

However, Ximen Xiaohua did not choose to wash off the tattoos, but made a name for himself with his pair of iron fists, and no one dared to laugh at his full head of chrysanthemums, and those who laughed at him had turned into spring mud to protect the flowers.

"Crazy," Ximen Xiaohua said to Feng Qingyang with a smile: "Recently, I walked the rivers and lakes, and when I talked about our young master, everyone gave a thumbs up, and the young master participated in the Tianjiao Championship and became famous!" ”

"Of course, the young master is unprecedented!" Feng Qingyang's baby face smiled roundly: "The country regards the young master as a typical example of practicing martial arts to change his destiny and advertising in the country, and now when you open a web page, a small advertisement of the young master will automatically pop up, from a centenarian to a three-year-old child, you ask him who the president is, he may not know, but no one doesn't know our young master!" ”

"Hehe, the young master's current national favorability is extremely high, especially among young people, and he is regarded as an idol! It's a pity that the times are different now, otherwise the young master may really become a generation of Ming Jun! When he said this, Ximen Xiaohua's face was full of regret, and Feng Qingyang also shook his head and sighed.

The era of the empire has passed, and the Murong family's plan to restore the country has long been the dust of history......

"It's strange, why is it all this time, and the old man is still fishing?" Feng Qingyang suddenly pointed to Murong Sihai on the dock and said, Ximen Xiaohua was also stunned: "Yes, usually the old man's habit is to go back at most at five o'clock, and now it's dinner time, right?" ”

Ximen Xiaohua, who was far away, stood up and shouted to Murong Sihai: "Old man, how was the harvest today?" ”

Although there were still thirty or fifty meters apart, Ximen Xiaohua did not shout loudly, but the sound reached Murong Sihai's ears as clearly as if they were facing each other, but Murong Sihai didn't look back as if he hadn't heard it.

"What are you looking at, old man?" Feng Qingyang also stood on the bow of the boat and asked Ximen Xiaohua curiously.

Ximen Xiaohua frowned slightly: "I don't know...... I don't know why, but it always feels like something is not right......"

"Thinking too much!" Feng Qingyang sneered, and said disapprerovingly: "Don't you know what strength the old man has, what can be wrong?" ”

"yes!" Ximen Xiaohua shook her chrysanthemum head self-deprecatingly, who else in this world can help the old man?

But as the distance got closer and closer, Ximen Xiaohua and Feng Qingyang gradually found that it really didn't seem right, even if Murong Sihai turned his head to look at something, it was impossible to remain motionless for a few minutes, right?

The boat was still about ten meters away from the pier, and Feng Qingyang couldn't help but fly over with "BIU".

"Old man!" Feng Qingyang turned his head in the direction of Murong Sihai, and found that Murong Sihai's eyes were scattered and sluggish, which made Feng Qingyang "chuckle" in his heart, and hurriedly wanted to test Murong Sihai's snort, but at this time, Murong Sihai's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so frightened that Feng Qingyang almost fell into the water: "Old man? Old man, what did you ...... just now Asleep? ”

God is asleep!

Well, I just fell asleep...... Murong Sihai didn't remember how long he had been stiff, anyway, he was like a wangfu stone on the dock, and no one came to take care of him, the old man had a kind of despair of being abandoned by the whole world, and now that someone finally cared about him, the old man was so excited that he was about to cry!