"Okay, then." Zhang Bocheng said as he evenly spilled the small bucket of liquid around Lao Feng's tent, and also splashed the fabric under the tent.

"Add some more ingredients." Ning Yuxuan said as he spilled his own small bucket of liquid.

Zhang Bocheng sniffed: "Huh? Axuan, your thing seems to taste wrong."

"Barring! I'm gasoline."

"Ah?" Zhang Bocheng opened his mouth wide, "Why are you doing with gasoline for nothing?"

"Like you, I'm afraid that I can't catch a fire in the mountains, so I'll bring some things to help the fire, mainly because I'm afraid that the kerosene is not sharp enough, so I'll just bring some gasoline."

Zhang Bocheng raised his thumbs up: "I've been convinced by YOU, are you okay? Just flash it."

Ning Yuxuan checked it around and was a little worried: "I have to advise everyone to rest quickly. If the effect is not obvious after a long period of time, it will not be very good."

Zhang Bocheng shook his head and said, "I told you to pour it when the fire is ignited later. You insist on pouring it now."

"Nonsense! Lao Feng was sleeping when he was igniting the fire, and he was bullshit. What should I do if I wake him up? Why don't you need to use your brain to do things? It's so stupid. OK, it's OK, flash it." Ning Yuxuan said and grabbed Zhang Bocheng and flashed back to the fire where everyone was caring.

I don’t know who is a little stupid. Under the cover of such a strong smell of kerosene, Zhang Bo can smell your thing in Chengdu. Can’t I even smell the smell of kerosene? I also want to add kerosene to gasoline, hum! Feng Ziming was really amused and laughed, and he pretended to be nothing and walked back.

After walking on the mountain road for a day, we encountered many thrilling things. After the performance, we were tired and went into the tent to sleep one after another.

The pungent kerosene smell made Lao Feng feel uncomfortable when he got into the tent. If it weren't for the trick, he would have gone out to breathe fresh air, would he have suffered such a crime? But the two idiots must have returned it ten times.

Old Feng lay in the tent and thought about it. To be on the safe side, he took two big buckets, quietly touched the stream and fetched two buckets of water, and placed it behind the big tree behind the tent.

There were snoring sounds one after another in the quiet wilderness. Old Feng carefully protected the flashing cigarette butts of the fire, for fear of accidentally igniting the tent. His grandmother's, he would be so tired of smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, there were shattered footsteps. Old Feng quickly wiped out the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes into a thin line, and snored.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and then the zipper of the tent was gently pulled up a little, and a head holding its breath came in. After three seconds, it got out again. A very low sound came to Lao Feng's ears: "I'm asleep."

"Is that ignition?"

"point!"

"Really?"

"Tsk, you..."

Just as the two fools were discussing, Old Feng twisted and twisted out of the tent like a centipede, climbed behind the big tree, soaked his already prepared coat into the bucket, and then put his feet in, wet all his trousers.

"Okay, okay, I'll order!"

With a "sniff", Zhang Bocheng scratched the match. The two took three steps back and threw the match into the corner of the tent. With a "bang", the fire spread rapidly, and the two were about to run away...

At this moment, Old Feng, who had just put on his wet coat, jumped out from behind the big tree at a very fast speed. Before the two of them could see clearly, they picked it up with one hand and stuffed it into the tent where the fire had spread without saying a word.

Feng Ziming's tent fabric was originally coated with fireproof materials, but it was still impossible to match kerosene and gasoline. The small fire had turned into a big fire, igniting the entire tent. The tent was supported by steel wire. Even after the fabric was burned, the skeleton was still there. The two heads that made strange screams were desperately trying to drill outside the tent, but as soon as they appeared, they were kicked in. After repeated this several times, the students around them were awakened one after another.

Until the entire tent was burned, Lao Feng was playing with shadowless feet. No matter which direction his two heads were drilled, he immediately flashed and kicked in. The strong fire burned all the tent fabric in a short while. At this time, a flame drifted to someone with the wind, because both of them were all "black". It was night again, and it was impossible to tell who was who was. Lao Feng quickly flashed behind the tree, carried two buckets of water, one bucket of water for one person, and poured it from head to toe.

Time was as good as it was. At this time, the tent fabric had been burned out and the fire gradually went out. Only a bare tent skeleton stood there. Under the tent skeleton, two "black men" who had already faced no recognition were standing.

"What happened?" Li Jinquan was the first to run over with a tiger and crane. It seemed that this was his ultimate move against the enemy, and he would unconsciously act when an emergency occurred.

"It's on fire, busy putting out the fire," Old Feng pretended to be panicked, and suddenly rushed to Zhang Bocheng and Ning Yuxuan, hugging each other with one hand, sighing with great emotion, "Bocheng, Yuxuan, you saved me, it's so good, it's so pitiful, they all turned into char siu."

At this time, the students arrived at the scene one after another. Fang Ting put on his clothes while asking: "What the hell is going on? Why don't you two sleep in Feng SIR's tent?"

Zhang Bocheng was just smoked into a little black pig by thick smoke. It was fine. Ning Yuxuan was a little miserable. He was burned by the flames just now, and a large area of ​​blisters were burned on his back. Fortunately, Lao Feng poured water in time, otherwise it would be like a burning pig.

Zhang Bocheng and Ning Yuxuan looked at each other and were thinking about how to explain. Ning Yuxuan held back the pain and smiled bitterly: "We want to come to talk to Feng SIR and talk about life, but Ning Yuxuan signaled Zhang Bocheng to go on, but Zhang Bocheng was so depressed that he vomited blood because he couldn't steal the chicken. He was not burned, but he was kicked into a pig's head by dozens of old Feng's dozens of shadowless feet. His mouth was so swollen that he hung on his face like two sausages. As soon as he spoke, he felt so painful that he covered his mouth and shook his head.

"It's all my fault, it's me who was careless," Old Feng scratched his head. "When I bought the tent, the boss said it was fire-proof, and said that he had been in the crater where the outbreak had not been injured for a year or two. I don't believe it, and I can't sleep, so I wanted to give it a try. Unexpectedly, I was cheated, his grandmother's, and it just started to burn it. Fortunately, they came to me, otherwise I would have turned into char siu. What a comrade." Old Feng said as he hugged the two big pig heads and rubbed them hard, which made them faint in pain.

Fang Ting and Li Jinquan were stunned. Why is Feng Ziming like this? He is like a child. Can the tent be burned just by burning? Fang Ting shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, everyone, go to bed quickly, and we will continue training tomorrow. Zhang Bocheng and Ning Yuxuan, you two are fine, are you?"

The two shook their heads and signaled that it was nothing. In fact, at this time, both of them knew that Lao Feng had deliberately thrown them into the fire tent and kicked them like pig's heads with his shadowless feet. And they had to pretend to be nothing and be led by the nose. They were so depressed, and their hearts were bleeding!

Lao Feng called out: "It's fine, go to bed, uh... I'll treat you to dinner another day, thank you."

Ning Yuxuan laughed even worse than crying: "Then I would like to thank Feng SIR for his meal."

He kicked him like a pig's head, and he wanted to thank him for being so fumigated like a black pig. Zhang Bocheng even wanted to die. It seems that Lao Feng is really not very strong.

The rebellion was successful. Old Feng was in good spirits, but he had no tent and no place to sleep. He suddenly smiled badly at Fang Ting. Fang Ting could use his butt to think of what Feng Ziming, the "big pervert" in her mind, would say next, so he ran away without even calling him.

"Uh...Dam!" Fang Ting flashed, and Old Feng had no choice but to hug Li Jinquan and smiled, "Li SIR, it seems that we can only squeeze together tonight, let's go and go to your tent."

Li Jinquan was shocked and said panic: "Feng SIR, I... my tent is not fireproof."

"It's okay," Old Feng hugged Li Jinquan and walked a few steps, suddenly took out a lighter and called it, and said with a wicked smile, "You have to try fire prevention to know if you want to know, hehe!"
Chapter completed!