Chapter 173: Angry Teacher Cang

After Daoist Zifeng said such shameless words, Wang Fan and Zhang Yi both looked at Daoist Zifeng with disgust, while Old Qiu looked thoughtful, as if he was thinking about what to do.

After a while, Wang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Even if I go back to the old place just now, I still can't get out!"

After taking the clothes off his hands, Daoist Zifeng said, "Let's take one step at a time, that's all there is to it now." By the way, who of us here thinks that their character is better, they can lead the way! ”

As soon as Daoist Zifeng said this, everyone was stunned.

Zhang Yi spoke first: "Don't expect me, I drank water and stuffed my teeth some time ago?"

Wang Fan also said: "I've grown so big, I've never picked up money, not even a dime!"

Qiu Lao asked curiously, "What is character?"

"Alas......" Daoist Zifeng sighed and wrapped his clothes around his hands again.

In this way, Daoist Zifeng once again led the way, and the character of Daoist Zifeng was like that, and he walked around in the tomb for an unknown amount of time, but he still didn't go out.

Now almost everyone is pale, all of them are dry-mouthed, and even the sweat is about to come out, and everyone can feel that the soles of their feet are hot and hot, and Qiu Lao is the oldest among the four, and he feels that he will faint at any time.

It is strange to say that in this stuffy situation, the hamster lying on Zhang Yi's shoulder is like a no-nonsense mouse, nesting there motionless with his eyes closed as if he is asleep.

"No, I can't walk!" Zhang Yi stopped and gasped for breath.

Daoist Zifeng looked back at the weakened crowd and said, "Let's rest in place!" After finishing speaking, he untied the rope on his body and sat down directly.

As a result, in less than a second, Zifeng Daoist bounced directly off the ground.

"My ass!" Zifeng Daoist kept patting his scalded ass and screaming.

At this time, Qiu Lao, who was behind, suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight down, but fortunately, Wang Fan, who was at the end, was in a hurry and hurriedly helped Qiu Lao.

"Old Qiu! Wake up, wake up! Wang Fan helped Qiu Lao and patted Qiu Lao's face.

After seeing this scene, Daoist Zifeng didn't care about his scalded buttocks, and quickly stepped forward to check on Qiu Lao.

"Oh no, Qiu Lao is suffering from heat stroke!" After inspecting it, Daoist Zifeng said, "Quick, let him lie down."

"How can you lie on such a hot ground!" Wang Fan said while holding Qiu Lao.

After Zhang Yi on the side heard this, he first took the sleeping teacher Cang off his shoulder and stuffed it to Daoist Zifeng, and then quickly took off his backpack and took off his clothes.

Soon Zhang Yi only took off a pair of boxer shorts, Zhang Yi bent down and spread the clothes on the ground, and then looked up and saw two confused Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist, and said eagerly: "What are you doing with me?" Take it off! Isolate some heat with clothes on the floor! ”

After hearing Zhang Yi's words, Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist came to their senses, first Teacher Cang and Qiu Lao handed them over to Zhang Yi, and then quickly took off their clothes and pants.

Soon, the two of them also took off only their shorts, and after quickly laying out their clothes and pants, they finally barely isolated the heat.

Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist took Qiu Lao from Zhang Yi's hands and put him on his clothes, and Zhang Yi also gave his backpack to Qiu Lao as a pillow.

After doing all this, Wang Fan opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Feng! What's next? ”

Daoist Zifeng shook his head and said weakly, "I don't know ......"

"Why don't I smash all these walls and smash them out of a passage!?" Wang Fan suggested.

"Don't! Those walls are full of white phosphorus, and if you smash the white phosphorus inside the walls and leak out, we'll die faster! ”

"So what now!"

"Isn't that thinking! This place is still dark when it is opened, just like if it is not opened. ”

Just when Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist were arguing, Zhang Yi gently poked Teacher Cang in his hand, but Teacher Cang was still motionless.

Just as Zhang Yi wondered if Teacher Cang had been killed by the hot immortal, Teacher Cang, who was in Zhang Yi's palm, suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of Zhang Yi's hand.

As soon as he touched the ground, he heard a scream of "......squeak" from Mr. Cang, jumped up from the ground quickly, and jumped back into Zhang Yi's palm, with his belly facing the sky and the two hind hooves kept waving, and the two small paws came to his mouth and kept blowing, obviously being burned by the ground.

Zhang Yi smiled speechlessly when he saw this, and gently blew on Teacher Cang in the palm of his hand.

After a few breaths, Mr. Cang turned over, stood on the ground with both feet, and kept gesturing at Zhang Yi with two small paws.

"What, you're still hot? Then I'll blow it again! ”

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Mr. Cang kept shaking his head, indicating that it was not.

"Huh!? Are you going to!? ”

"Squeak!! Teacher Cang grinned at Zhang Yi!

"What!? I don't understand what you're saying? Zhang Yi rolled his eyes and said.

"What's wrong!?" After hearing the voices of Zhang Yi and Teacher Cang, Daoist Zifeng turned his head and asked.

"Mr. Cang seems to be constipated!" Zhang Yi replied directly without thinking about it.

Mr. Kura: ('Dish ́)

Teacher Cang glanced at Zhang Yi with contempt, then kicked his legs, jumped from Zhang Yi's hand to Qiu Lao's chest, and then took out a candle from his mouth and kept "squeaking" at everyone.

"In such a hot place, you still light candles, you don't need rat hair!?" Wang Fan complained.

"That's it, like a vulture!" Zhang Yi echoed on the side.

Teacher Cang picked the corners of his mouth, first put the candle on Qiu Lao's chest, and then showed a look of caring for the mentally retarded on the mouse's face, and then raised his two little paws and raised his middle fingers at Zhang Yi and Wang Fan respectively.

Wang Fan:Σ( ° △ °|||) ︴

ZHANG Yi: ∑ ( ̄□ ̄; )

"Oops! My little temper! Wang Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed Teacher Cang, intending to let him know that his middle finger could not be dripped vertically.

"Alright, stop making a fuss! Don't even look at the occasion! Daoist Zifeng rubbed his swollen head and said.

Then Daoist Zifeng looked at Teacher Cang and asked, "You want us to light this candle?"

Teacher Cang nodded suddenly.

"Have you found a way out?" Daoist Zifeng continued to ask.

Teacher Cang still nodded wildly.

Seeing this, Daoist Zifeng picked up the candle with one hand and took out the lighter from Old Man Qiu's backpack with the other, lit it, and handed it to Teacher Cang.

Teacher Cang didn't take the candle, but first jumped on Zhang Yi's head, and then pulled at Daoist Zifeng with his little paws, signaling Daoist Zifeng to hand over the candle.