Chapter 447: Geysers National Park 31

Chapter 447 Geysers National Park 31

Wow!

Fu An'an feels that Fu Yizhi's precise control is like having internal strength, and the special effects of TV dramas may be so cool!

"Brother Fu, the word 'an' is a bit simple, can you make out the word 'fu'?"

She turned up the difficulty.

As soon as the words fell, the water droplets in the air changed their shape.

The word "fu" is also a pediatric.

Amazing!

Fu An'an jumped up and clapped his hands, "Brother Fu, can you try the word '绵' again?"

Fu Yizhi glanced at her, then withdrew his hand coldly.

There was a snap.

Because there was no external force, the big water polo fell and splashed on the mud floor.

Fu Anan was still immersed in the handsome look of Father Fu just now, "Brother Fu, show Brother Yan the trick you just did, he will be happy!"

Fu Yizhi frowned slightly when he heard the words, "Why did you show him?"Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

"because of this..."

Fu Anan was only halfway through speaking when footsteps came from the woods outside.

The two quickly put away their expressions and looked at the direction from which the voice came.

Someone wants to get closer to their camp.

It is already the eighteenth day of the game, I feel like I can sneak in and take a look.

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It is definitely the easiest and most convenient way to be among the fleeing people in public.

Organize the vehicle and put it away.

Then went around to the back, put the clothes on their bodies through the mud, stepped on them, scratched them with branches and blunt objects, and after making them old, the two walked around the woods in disgrace and returned to the only way to Mantou Village.

While walking, Fu Anan poked Fu Yizhi's waist,

"Brother Fu, bow your back."

Fleeing people, how can they have such a good temperament and mental outlook.

With her, Fu An'an, even if Father Fu, the emperor, is born with the temperament of seeing a vassal king, she can give Father Fu a sense of down-to-earth.

"Back! Pick up."

"Neck! Shrink a little, shrink into the clothes."

"There are still hands!"

Fu Anan showed him his own,

"Like me, tuck it up your sleeve!"

Fu Yizhi:...

After Fu Anan's training and teaching, Fu Yizhi probably can see this face.

No, this handsome face is still covered with yellow mud.

Two sloppy refugees, just mixed in with a group of refugees.