Noble Husband At the Door

"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...

Anyway, the room was completely dark.

The room was fine before, but now... there was no way to live in it.

"F*ck, when others are refining the pills, they will need medicine, while I need houses."

Samuel was depressed and helpless. With another burst of

energy he directly shook off the old black-ash on the Twin-Dragon Tripod. Then, he carefully walked to the tripod.

After sniffing, Samuel was a little nervous. He didn't know what would be in the tripod.

"Damn, it's painful to think about it. After all... I planted these things myself, but to put it bluntly, they were not given for nothing."

Almost all of them were top-quality items. If they were ruined, who wouldn't feel distressed?

However, Samuel did not even want to pray when he saw that he had almost caused such a scene.

In the past, he would be as childish as a child, praying for a fine product before opening the tripod.

Today, he didn't have it. He only had one thought, which was that as long as they could still be eaten, it would be fine.

"Hu!"

He took a deep breath. There was no impatience or expectation, only calmness and the limit of his fingers.

It was not terrible to waste medicinal materials. After all, Samuel was rich. He could buy it, and he had land. At worst, he could plant it again.

"As long as they can be eaten, that's enough!"

However, in front of so many people,

especially the freshmen from the Demonic Cloud Ghost City and the Gai

Luo City, it would be so

embarrassing if he failed like this.

Although... he had failed.

"Please leave me some last dignity. Thank you."

алз

As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel forced himself to hold his breath Then, he ran a stream of energy in his hand and directly hit the tripod.

Hong!

The energy cover and the black ash at the mouth of the tripod immediately dispersed. Samuel coughed and then put his head on the tripod. "F*ck..." Samuel opened his mouth wide...