Princess Against the World

Over the peach forest, Feng Chenglin's roar became clearer and clearer: "Damn it, in the blink of an eye, I was stunned for a moment, and that guy... just put a smoke bomb and ran away..."

At this time, there was still residual smoke in the yard.

Feng Chenglin was waving his hands, with an annoyed look on his face.

"I was confused at the time... Just think, in the blink of an eye, before we left, something like this happened, and..."

Hearing the footsteps, he remembered something and waved to Guye quickly.

"Come here and take a look. Is this what you just... saw just now?"

At this time, Guye was completely stunned.

Damn it!

what happened?

He stood there blankly, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Mr. Huang was lying at his feet, covered in blood, motionless, obviously dead.

Not far away, some things in the house were thrown out, making it a mess.

Strangely, on the stove not far away, the kettle was buzzing and steaming.

"Hello……"

Feng Chenglin patted his shoulder heavily.

"Brother, why are you so stunned? Is what you saw just now the same situation?"

Guye stiffened his neck and nodded subconsciously. Immediately, he thought of something, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"What...what's going on?"

how so?

Damn it, what the hell is going on?

Why, why, what he saw just now happened now?

Could it be that he...he has the magical power of immortality and can predict the future in advance?

But, why does he have no other ability to foresee things besides this?

Ling Luoyu walked around the yard and entered the room.

"Fat man?"

Feng Chenglin ignored Guye and ran over in a hurry: "What's wrong? What did you find?"

"Do you smell anything?" Ling Luoyu rubbed the tip of his nose.

"smell?"

Feng Chenglin sniffed it and choked until he coughed.

"What else could this smell like? Of course it's the smell of smoke... Didn't you see? There was thick smoke everywhere, and that guy made a... What kind of bomb did you say?"

"smoke bomb!"

"Yes, yes, it's similar to that... Didn't you say that you know a kind of smoke bomb with some pungent things that make people cry? This stuff is very pungent..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help it and sneezed twice more, blocking his nose.

"Third Young Master, can you stand this smell?"

"I'm not letting you smell the pungent smell, but the smell after this smell..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Are you playing philosophy again?

This taste is just taste, how can there be a taste after taste?

Whose taste is not mixed together in a mess?

Could it be that we can still separate?

Who knew that Ling Luoyu was very persistent and tilted his head to signal him to continue sniffing.

Feng Chenglin had no choice but to rub his nose, get used to the pungent smell, and take a deep breath.

But--

"Ahem..."

Another bout of coughing and sneezing.

Nacheng thought: "Keep smelling."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What sin has he committed?

Are you still forced to smell it?

Frowning, he glanced at Ling Luoyu suspiciously: "No, Third Young Master, you... can you give me some hints?"