Chapter 438: Mother i'm going home

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"Ah! It hurts!"
In the sunset, Fang Qiming leaned against the wall, squatting in front of the temple, smoking a cigarette.
His face was pale, his eyes were deep, and his expression was bleak. One pair of legs was trembling, and the fingers with cigarettes in his right hand were shaking.
On the buttocks, the heart-breaking pain made him frown from time to time, his face twitching.
After an afternoon of pulling, he felt that he was a waste person now!
"Ah! It's really painful! No, it's chrysanthemum pain!"
Tang Wenbo squatted aside, smoking a cigarette and swallowing clouds and mists.
His eye sockets were also deep, his face pale as white as paper.
Smoking a cigarette, he was a little trance, muddy, and the whole person was almost floating.
This fluttering feeling seemed to relieve the pain from the buttocks a bit.
However, with a slight movement, the pain suddenly became intense, and the feeling was the same as being pressed by an old black man for three days and three nights.
He finally realized again, what is called chrysanthemum remnants, wounded all over the floor.
Beside the two people, a group of people lined up, one after another, sorrowful, unable to grieve.
"Damn, boy, how lucky is that!"
Fang Qiming scolded angrily.
Originally a seamless plan, but as a result, it was planted on the dead old man, but it hurt himself.
"That kid, evil!"
One sighed.
"That's too evil!" someone echoed.
"Evil fart! I don't believe this evil!" Fang Qiming stood up sharply, throwing his cigarette butts heavy, with an angry look on his face.
But at the next moment, he groaned, covering his chrysanthemum, his face twitching in pain.
"Damn it, it's all the bad guy. If it weren't for him, how could we be so miserable!" Fang Qiming hated.
"You all cheered me up, but it was just the first round of failure. We still have spare plans. Let's go, this time we must die the kid."
At the moment, he limped and walked forward.
Tang Bowen looked at each other and followed them.
The postures of the group of people are all very strange and attracted a lot of surprised eyes.
Plan 2-Destroy the kid’s tent and pour all the quilt onto the sewage.
But as a result, Liu Damei shyly said: "Tang Hao, or...you sleep with me! I live in a tent by myself, it is very empty, and you borrow a bed quilt, then it will do."
They almost vomited blood.
Nima, they are helping him.
Especially Fang Qiming, his face twitched with anger, and the chrysanthemum almost collapsed again.
Plan three-put the snake and scare the boy.
But as a result, the kid met the snake, not a little scared, but showed a look of excitement, yes, it was excitement, his eyes were all exposed.
As soon as he probed his hand, he snatched the snake with thick wrists and muttered: "Well! This snake is good, you can make a pot of snake soup!"
Then, in their shocked eyes, the kid directly carried the snake and ran to the creek, not knowing where to take a knife and slaughter the snake.
Then, I lit a bonfire and took out the pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, spoons, and various spices from the backpack, and almost moved out a kitchen.
One by one, their eyes were almost glaring out.
I rely on! What a joke!
So many things, under that little back pack? This kid is not a ding-dong cat, how could such a magical skill?
Soon, an incredible fragrance escaped, and when they smelled it, they all swallowed drunkenly and couldn't do it.
However, they can only look at it and watch the group of people drinking there with great pleasure, and they can only squat there silently and endure the hunger.
On the chrysanthemum, the severe pain from time to time made them .
"I'm mad! I'm mad!"
Fang Qiming was finally intolerable, and his anger had reached the extreme.
"Stinky boy, don't blame me! You forced me! I'm going to use the ultimate method, hum! Originally, I didn't want to use it because it was too bad, but now, I have to use it!"
He grumbled.
The side of Tang Bowen and others changed their faces.
They have also heard of the method mentioned by the chairman, which is said to be very malicious.
"Hum! Boy, wait!"
Fang Qiming took the backpack beside him and took out a wooden box. In the box was a little wooden man. On top of the wooden man, a nail was nailed.
On the wooden man, there are things like ghost symbols.
Looking at the little wooden man, a group of people swallowed hard and swallowed.
This kind of strange thing is most likely to make people feel scared, especially in this mountain.
Fang Qiming also hesitated for a long time.
This thing, he asked for it from an uncle, it is said that it was something from Nanyang, and a ghost was in it.
As long as you hold this wooden man, you can control the ghost and make the ghost upper body.
"Damn, what's so scary!" Fang Qiming grunted, and his courage rose.
They first returned to their tent and rested for several hours. When it was late at night, they slipped out and squatted in the small wood near Liu Bingyao's tent.
Fang Qiming pulled out his nails, and then saw a small wooden man, a smoke came out, and turned into a vague human form.
Suddenly, a group of people were terrified, and they were all trembling.
Fang Qiming shuddered the most, but still tried his best to calm down and clenched the little wooden man.
The ghost seemed to sense his thoughts, turned around, and drifted towards the tent.
"Hahaha! Stinky boy, this time you are done, see me dying you!" Fang Qiming showed his ecstasy.
However, the ghost floated near the tent and suddenly stopped.
Then, suddenly turned around, showing a fierce color, and turned towards them.
Suddenly, they were all ignorant.
At the next moment, his complexion changed greatly, so scared.
"Oh my God!"
They screamed and rushed out, not caring about the injury of the chrysanthemum, so that they tried their best to suckle and ran wildly.
Running and running, many people fell down, looking back, could not help crying cry crying mother. Then, struggling to get up and run away frantically.
They were completely shocked, only knowing to run and run, they were all scattered and went deep into the barren mountains.
When they came back to God, they could not find a way back.
Take out the phone, there is no signal.
At first glance, the black paint was smeared, and he was scared not to dare to walk around. He shrank in one place, cold, hungry, and had to endure the pain of chrysanthemum.
A place in the mountains, Fang Qiming, and Tang Bowen, both shrank.
The two snuggled up to keep warm, but their faces were still cold and brutal.
"Good... so cold... so hungry..."
"Mother, I want to go home!" The two's voices were already crying.