Chapter 1812

Thinking of this, the two hands tried again, pulled tightly, and then hit a pimple before they gave up.

"Feng Zi, is it ok now?"

Chumo is gasping for breath and has a pain in eating.

Although a little uncomfortable, but for God's sake, I endured all this.

Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction, did not answer, but looked at Ma Zhou and others: "support everything and prepare for heaven."

They nodded and began to prepare things. Chang sun Chong and others also ran to one side to help.

"Feng Zi, wait a minute. You must ensure my safety."

Chumo is a little guilty. Although everything is ready now, he still plays drums in his heart. After all, his body is tied.

"Don't worry, we are good brothers."

Zhang Feng smiled and showed a meaningful smile. Then he took a cigarette from his waist and lit it. He took a deep breath and handed it to Chumo's mouth: "come on, take a sip. God won't be afraid later."

Chumo looks at Zhang Feng strangely. He always thinks this guy has something to say, but he can't say anything. Now he wants to take a breath and say that God is not afraid. Can't he take it in the future?

He looked at the cigarette butts handed over and didn't understand the meaning of the two people smoking a cigarette, but it was not easy to touch Fengzi's meaning. He had to pretend to take a sip and said curiously: "Fengzi, look at your battle. How many experiments have you done before? How many people have gone to heaven?"

"Before?"

Zhang Feng took the cigarette end Chumo smoked in the process and held it in his mouth. He didn't have such a taboo. After all, in that era, the one who could smoke a cigarette together was a good brother. He smiled: "you really caught a good opportunity to kill. No one has been to heaven before. You are the first person."

"Really?"

Chumo is a little excited and blushes.

No one has ever been to heaven before. Isn't he the first person to go to heaven in Datang?

If it's said, won't Lao Cheng's face turn twice?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling proud.

But what he didn't know was that the first place in heaven had been occupied by the skin monkey, otherwise he would squat on the ground and cheat.

Looking at Chumo's smiling face, Zhang Feng is funny. He just wants to see if this guy has the potential to be a white mouse. Is he so happy? Like eating magpie shit.

Ma Zhou and others moved quickly. They refilled the fuel in less than a quarter of an hour, and the iron wires were twisted and nailed. Everything was ready, just waiting for heaven.

"Teacher, everything is complete. When will it start?"

Hao Chujun asked holding the wire.

"Now get ready to start."

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd, then put his eyes down and Chumo smiled: "Ma Zhou, NaBu, block the boy's mouth."

"Wait."

Chumo looks a little flustered and retreats: "Fengzi, don't you really think of me as a pig?"

He's a little empty. He's tied up and gagged. He doesn't kill pigs like this. It's also a knife to be happy.

"Come on, iron bull, take a sip first and let me explain to you."

Zhang Feng smiled and handed the cigarette to Chumo. Since the experiment is to be done, of course, it should be complete. This guy can't affect the overall plan.

"I don't smoke, you quickly say, why block my mouth?"

Chumo looks at the cigarette and looks far away.

"Hey, you don't smoke, I smoke."

Zhang Feng was not used to this guy's temper. He picked up a cigarette end and puffed up. After sucking moisture, he smiled and said, "I'm for you. You wait for heaven, but no one controls your direction. You can change your direction if you say anything. Even if you fart, you can make the hot-air balloon float away with the wind."

He didn't scare Chumo. At present, the hot-air balloon has no control equipment. With this guy's physique, he is blowing a few breaths and farting. It's really possible to change the direction. Of course, it's all speculation. It can't be true.

Chumo doesn't understand this, but seeing that Zhang Feng's words are clear and correct, Chumo is a little embarrassed and blushes: "Fengzi, it's not that I don't bind, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Zhang Feng looks at Chumo curiously. This guy usually doesn't talk like this. He's always careless. Why do he look like a woman today?

Chumo glanced at the crowd's strange eyes and hesitated: "Fengzi, it's a little shame to cover your mouth."

If he was a son of a Duke of state, he would still be alive if he was known to be bound and covered his mouth?

If dad knows about this, he won't kill himself?

"Shame?"

Zhang Feng smiled. He didn't expect that the skinny guy still cares about this. However, if he doesn't cover his mouth, he can't afford anything: "no, he must cover his mouth."

"No, I don't. If my father knows, I will be killed."

Chumo refused and kept retreating.