Chapter 200： , A fart goes to heaven

Ballroom.

Old man Mo's face was covered with a tricky smile.

"Xiaoyou Lin, is there any more happy life water? Come a dozen."

Lin Que murmured.

It shouldn't be!

Xiaobai ate the invincible eggs, and the side effects came up all at once.

Why is this little old man ineffective?

Is it possible that this Happy Life Water has no side effects?

No, this is not the style of the system.

"Master Mo, are you not feeling well?" Lin Que hesitated for a while before asking.

Father Mo patted his chest: "The body is so great, I plan to make a young man for Qingcheng."

Yes, you are so awesome!

suddenly.

The expression on Father Mo's face solidified, and drops of sweat continued to emerge.

He came, he came, he was late with side effects.

Old man Mo only felt his stomach bulge, a puff of gas was gathering momentum in his buttocks, ready to burst out at any time.

Can't put it!

Hold it!

"Master Mo, are you uncomfortable?"

Lin Que saw that Old Man Mo's face was flushed like pig liver, and he smiled inwardly. He knew that the side effects of Happy Life Water had come up.

Gululu!

Father Mo kept crying in his stomach.

I can't bear it anymore.

Or, quietly let it go?

Yes, that's it.

With the countermeasures, Mr. Mo sat back on the chair calmly, his buttocks slightly lifted.

puff!

Mr. Mo controlled his strength very well, released the fart a little bit, without making much movement.

But the sound is not loud and powerful!

The northwest wind is blowing tonight.

"Damn, who fart?"

"Did this person eat radish? It smells so bad!"

"Biochemical weapons!"

"This fart can kill a ghost of a ghost!"

The fart was blown off the stage, and the guests covered their mouths and noses.

In the first place, Mr. Mo is serious, as long as he doesn't say it, no one can find out that he puts the fart.

At this speed, he will soon be able to finish the fart.

As long as no one touches him!

I'm not moving like a mountain, regardless of the east and west winds!

Wretched development, don't worry!

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

The father Mo below saw that the old man was motionless, worried that the old man would have something wrong, and quickly stepped forward to help and inquire.

Don't, don't, don't move me!

No matter how Father Mo shouted in his heart, Father Mo's claws came.

next moment!

Affected by external forces, Mr. Mo didn't hold on to his strength, and the line of defense on his **** was broken.

The turbulent momentum broke out!

Puff puff!

Without the restraint, three times in a row, cheered and released from the body.

The strong air pressure smashed the mahogany chair under Father Mo's buttocks.

The whole person soared into the sky.

It's like a sky cannon fired during the Chinese New Year.

"Lin Que!"

In the air, Father Mo had already greeted Lin Que eighteen times.

"Is this going to be an astronaut?" Lin Que looked up and watched Father Mo complete the moon landing plan.

Father Mo, who is closest to Father Mo, will already be lying on the ground, rolling his eyes and foaming.

Obviously the poisoning is not superficial.

Below.

All the guests were lying on the ground, retching and fainting severely.

Lin Que was better. After discovering that the situation was not right, he quickly blocked his sense of smell with his spirit power, and then he was spared.

"Huh, why are you all right?"

He saw Mo Xiu standing in place like a okay person.

"I have rhinitis!"

Mo Xiu pointed to his nose and smiled triumphantly.

It was the first time that Lin Que had encountered such an arrogant guy about rhinitis.

And you can't find a reason to refute, on the contrary, there is a little envy.

You say you are out of breath.

"Do you want me to put an air cushion for my grandfather so that it can act as a buffer when he falls." Mo Xiu said.

Lin Que replied after serious consideration.

"It should not be able to fall in a short time!"

Just now that slapped, levered.

"That's right, then let the fart come harder!" Mo Xiu nodded and said.

"Man, expert!" Lin Que gave Mo Xiu a thumbs up.

It was unlucky enough for Mr. Mo to have such a grandson on the stall.