Xiao Qiang suddenly felt the chrysanthemum cold, but he couldn't help but shiver and fart gently.

The fart was of little force, but it spewed green poison gas right in the face of the mysterious figure.

The mysterious man, who was about to start shooting, suddenly rolled his eyes, and the expression on his face was distorted, as if he was desperately restraining himself.

However, this fart stinks so much that he almost suffocated, and finally couldn't help but complain: "Ah, it stinks to death"

As soon as the words fell, he regretted it.

Orson and Xiaoqiang looked behind them for the first time.

The mysterious man reacted quickly, and immediately shrunk into the shadow.

"Someone just spoke behind us?" Orson narrowed his eyes, and the hot Xiang in his mouth was ready to go.

"There are indeed people." Xiaoqiang's mouth is also full of heat, ready at any time