"It seems that bamboo is not cut in vain..."
In the distance, they had already discussed it last night, and today, the group of bamboo-cutting disciples had mixed feelings.
Was it a surprise? It doesn't seem to be a big deal.
"Let's go for breakfast. We'll repair the house for the Chief." They whispered and left quietly.
Hong Luan was in a mess, eating the burnt pill. What was the meaning of this?
Ningyue patted her on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. For the first time, it is always like this. It will be fine after you're used to it. Go for breakfast. Anyway, it can at least make your food look better today."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ningyue and a group of disciples went back to their rooms for breakfast without any orders.
"Hu!"
In the bamboo house, in the rolling black smoke, someone took a breath. With the attack of the Qi, one could vaguely see his dark face when the smoke dispersed.
He opened his eyes wide and finally showed some white. Tears streamed down his face, leaving two white marks.
"Oh my god, I'm choking to death. Damn it."
Who else could it be other than Samuel?
He tried to disperse the smoke with both hands, but in the end, his hands were still submerged in the black smoke.
"I can't stand it. I can't stand it anymore." Tears streamed down Samuel's face as he forced himself to hold back his breath. He moved, and an aura suddenly emanated out from his entire body.
Hong!
Under the attack of the air blast, the black smoke quickly dissipated in all directions.
"F*ck you, no way!"
When the smoke dissipated and Samuel looked back at the whole room, he couldn't help but be completely speechless.
What the hell was going on?
The whole room was black.
Either it was directly blackened by the smoke, or it was covered by a thick layer of black ash...
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