Grave robbery is legal, so what kind of film king is he?

The fog spreads more and more in front of everyone,

Even wrap them in it.

Fog, a natural phenomenon that is often seen in archaeology.

You can certainly say that it is a natural phenomenon,

It can also be said that it is not a natural phenomenon.

Zhang Qilin is all too familiar with this.

And Qin Xiao’s first reaction was to hold his breath, afraid that this fog was poisonous.

Gradually, Fu Wenshu felt that something was wrong.

This fog is really problematic!

He felt his head start to chaotic, and some moaning sounds sounded in his ears.

He couldn’t concentrate, and his whole brain was cranky.

The mind is full of filthy things.

He suddenly felt that he was starting to get dirty, and he was no longer the professor who had been very knowledgeable about poetry.

How so? Why do you think of these filthy things?

Fu Wenshu shook his head hard, trying to shake all these things out of his mind.

At least don’t let these things come to mind again, it’s such a shame!

The partridge whistle came to a forest in a daze.

There was a sound in my ears.

The voice is very childish and very familiar.

Suddenly, a familiar figure ran out of the forest.

He wanted to see what the other person looked like.

So he ran forward desperately, the pace under his feet became faster and faster, while the person on the other side became more and more blurred.

“Wait, you wait for me!”

Now he obviously forgot that he was in another place, not a fantasy.

The voice reached Lin Lin’s side.

He thought he was hallucinating because he felt that his head was very chaotic.

The voice in the ear also feels abnormal, who will say this?

He couldn’t figure it out, he didn’t want to think about it, and once he used his brain, he only felt a headache.

Lin Lin Lao San covered his head, gasping for breath, and at this time he was wrapped in a fog.

“Captain! Patriarch Zhang! Where are you? Where are you? ”

He desperately wanted to attract the attention of both of them with his shouts. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

But reality defeated his thoughts, and no matter how much he shouted, no one responded to him.

The head is getting heavier and more painful.

This is all of them present, and none of them can escape the fog.

They either fall into deep fear or pretend to be stable.

Few people are stuck in the fog and don’t worry when they can’t see any of the world in front of them.

The fog obscured their vision, and they thought they were in the dark.

Different people, in different scenarios.

Different people hear different sounds.

Of course, Qin Xiao and Zhang Qilin were no exception, and they appeared more calm after being wrapped in fog.

At first, Qin Xiao covered his mouth and nose, and did not inhale much mist.

But the fog still penetrated the cloth of his 307 mouth and nose.

When he wanted to take out the gas mask, it was already nightly.

Although he was thinking cranky in his heart, his mind was very chaotic.

The weapon that belongs to him,

It has always been in his mind, and he has never forgotten it.

Purple Cloud Iron Bow!

Thinking about it, suddenly, a huge arrow appeared in his hand.

Having such a weapon in his hand gave him a lot of comfort.

With a forceful slash, the arrow cut through that layer of fog.

Soon the fog began to gather towards him again.

The confusion gathered faster than even the speed at which he cut through the fog.

So, he has to move a little faster.