Roar!! ”

The beast roared and rushed up, unstoppable.

Alas, what has he done all his life?

Lang Ming sighed depressedly, ready to wait for death on the spot.

Wind escape, big tornado!!

Boom Boom –

At the moment of crisis, a gust of wind appeared.

The flat land is weathered and tornado, and Huangquan Nai falls into the ghost gate.

Countless fierce beasts were involuntarily swept up to the sky by this gust of wind, terrified, a trace of sharp wind blade cut it into pieces, the blood-colored tornado was huge, and gradually turned into nothingness, and a little blood rain fell to the ground, moistening all things.

Wind Whispering Spell? Is it Daddy?

Lang Ming was immediately a little stunned.

It's a pity that he can't see anything.

"Who are you?"

Sister Mei looked at the dashing figure standing on the eaves in a daze, with a royal robe, yellow hair, and the kind of incomprehensible font, as if she had been picked up by a chicken.

Bo Feng Shuimen calmly looked at the bloody rain and bloody wind, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately caught up.

Hearing the inquiry, he flicked his cloak in a dashing manner and said calmly: "私は四代目の人影です,あなたがたのangelを救います!" ”

Sister Mei and Lang Ming have a black question mark.

Well, this is definitely not his father!

"What, do you speak Chinese?"

Lang Ming scratched his head, feeling that words could not communicate at all! Trying to gesture: "Mud howl, wo howl, everyone howl!" ”

This time it was Bo Fengshuimen's turn to be confused.

What the hell is this guy gesturing, can he speak normally? He understands it!

Lang Ming gestured to no avail, sighed helplessly, it's over, there is no help, he turned his head and whispered: "Mom, this guy can't be from overseas, right?" ”

"Mmmm, it's possible! It is estimated that Tie Hanhan is one. ”

Sister Mei looked up and down at Bo Feng Shuimen, a little puzzled, where did this guy come from?

"Mom, you said this guy can't even understand what to say, how did he live for so long?"

Lang Ming looked incomprehensible.

"I don't know, it may be snatching something to eat, look at the cloak behind him, it says 'ask for food'!"

Sister Mei doesn't know how to pretend to understand.

Bo Feng Shuimen's face stiffened, and his breath was suffocated.

Want...... Beggar!?

He turned his head to look at the cloak, clearly, clearly written the four generations of Hokage, where is the word for food?

It's too much!!

That's how you treat your savior?

"Mom?"

Lang Ming suddenly called softly.

"What's wrong?"

Sister Mei looked back suspiciously.

"Do you mean it when you let a blind man see it? Have you forgotten that your son is blind? ”

Lang Ming looked grief-stricken and heartbroken.

"I'm sorry son, I was wrong, it's all my mother's fault, my mother hopes you're not blind, woo woo woo ......"

Sister Mei suddenly hugged each other and cried bitterly.

"It's okay, I wish I wasn't blind, woo woo woo ......"

Lang Ming also hugged each other and cried.

A scene of a mother-son grief ethics drama.

A yellow-haired figure was completely ignored.

Bo Feng Shuimen had a black question mark face, and he was completely confused.

He felt a crow fly over his head, and the wind was a little noisy today.

The bigwigs in the group chat laughed like fools.

Lin Xiao: "Ahahahaha...... It's so funny, oops, no, my stomach hurts ......" (rolling all over the ground. JPG）

Great Immortal Emperor: "Don't worry, we are professionally trained, and we generally don't laugh, unless we can't help it, poof......"

Mu Changge also laughed out loud when he saw this scene, please forgive him for not holding back, because it was hard for him to imagine how Bo Feng Shuimen communicated with those natives in the previous world, and you wouldn't buy a translator?

Bo Feng Shui Gate: A bag of rice has to carry several floors.

Native: Huh? Do you want to carry a bag of rice?

Bo Feng Shui Gate: A bag of rice has to be carried on the second floor.

An Indigenous: What? Do you still have to carry it up to the second floor?

Bo Feng Shuimen: (╥ω╥') Baga Ya Road!

Bo Fengshui looked at the mother and son pathos ethics theater expressionlessly, as well as the ridicule in the group chat, and endured all this silently, laugh, you just laugh!

Isn't it just that Lao Tzu forgot to bring a translator!?

What's so funny!?

It's not the first time anyway!

Bo Feng Shuimen silently took out a small watch, put it on his wrist, took a deep breath, and said, "I am the fourth generation of Hokage, the god who saved you!" ”

Lang Jing and Sister Mei were stunned for an instant, looking at Bo Fengshuimen's indifferent face, and asked suspiciously: "Brother Fan, you were talking just now?" ”

You're the one who wants food, and your whole family wants food!

Bo Fengshuimen's face darkened, if it weren't for Lang Jing's family in front of him, he would have smashed a pill a long time ago!

No, he has to be patient, he is strong!

He never knew like a child or a woman!

Bo Feng Shuimen took a deep breath, tried to squeeze out a stubborn smile on his face, and said: "That's right, I am the fourth generation Hokage, Bo Feng Shuimen, I know your father, and I have been entrusted by him to come to save you!" ”

"The fourth Hokage? Know my father? ”

Lang Ming was stunned, turned his head to look at Sister Mei, who was weak-hearted, and said suspiciously: "Mom, didn't you say that he asked for food?" How did you know my dad? You deceived a poor blind man! And this blind man is still your son, woo woo woo ......"

Sadly, he covered his mouth and squatted on the ground.

Sister Mei was a little overwhelmed in an instant, and hurriedly comforted: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not illiterate, I can't understand it myself, just forgive me for being a mother!" ”

Bo Fengshuimen raised his eyebrows, suddenly had a plan, and said with a calm face: "Although I don't know why Lang Jing has the ability to heal his son's eyes, he didn't do it, maybe he has his own reasons, I hope you don't blame him, because he is a good father." ”

Lang Ming and Sister Mei's movements stiffened.

"What are you talking about!?"

Sister Mei's eyes were cold, and she turned her head to look at him.

"He's a good father."

Bo Feng Shuimen looked innocent.

"Last!"

Lang Ming stood up with a dark face.

"Although I don't know why Lang Jing has the ability to heal you, he doesn't have ...... healing"

Bo Feng Shuimen pretended to be a repetition of doubts.

"That's it!"

Lang Ming's face was dark, and he said in a deep voice: "Mom, you heard it!" Every word is heart-wrenching! ”

"Hmm."

Sister Mei nodded calmly, lowered her head and began to look for a weapon, where is my knife?

Oh, here it is!

Sister Mei held a pig-killing knife in her hand and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry, son, your father won't live long!" ”

"Hmmm! Died young, so pitiful. ”

Lang Ming also nodded in agreement.

Bo Feng Shuimen looked at the mother and son who were full of blackened malice, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a successful smile, and secretly compared to scissor hands, Lang Jing, Lang Jing, he lost face here with your wife and son, just start to make up for it from you!

Hey, I'm really handsome!

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Chapter 213: The Black-bellied Bo Feng Shui Gate