As a result, these two people were alert to abnormalities.

The cigarette was handed over, but there was no response at all.

However, Xu Chuan saw one of the eyes keenly, paused in his hand for a moment, but didn't speak.

It has been an hour or two since they set out.

But he didn't see anyone smoking a cigarette in the middle.

People who are addicted to smoking should not be able to bear it anymore.

Xu Chuan smiled and said nothing, put the two extra cigarettes back into the cigarette box.

After that, he leaned against the wall beside them and lit the one in his hand.

The smoke gradually dissipated, the molecules were doing irregular movements, and the breath of tobacco spread to the two people.

One of them frowned: "Go and smoke."

Xu Chuan looked at the other without hesitation, and could see the restlessness in his eyes.

He said slowly: "Brother, you are deliberately making things difficult for others. You are here to guard me, and I am just guarding my boss. I just smoke a cigarette and what else can I divide it here and there? Isn't it the same?"

After saying that, he took another sip.

He exhaled a big smoke, and the tobacco smelled even more severe.

And he smoked half of it, which proved that there was no problem with the cigarette.

Xu Chuan glanced at them, took out the cigarette, and said, "You really don't want it? Alas, I'm so sleepy that I want to sleep, so I smoked a cigarette to refresh myself. Brothers, you are so awesome.

, I think you are all like nothing."

That envious and complaining tone seemed to be like a grasshopper on a boat.

Although he is not a person in the valley, he really cannot pose any threat to the valley.

This time, before he took back the cigarette box, one of them said, "Give me one."

Xu Chuan made a stunned expression, then hurriedly handed over: "Okay, give it to."

The lighter was handed over to the person, and when the person was pulled, he naturally started chatting with the person.

Leaning against the wall, Xu Chuan thought to himself that this person couldn't help it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on.

He couldn't smoke at all. Every time he smoked into his throat, he choked and wanted to cough, and finally he vomited it out of his nose.

Now my nose feels sticky and I really want to rub it.

I bought the cigarette in my butt pocket specifically for dispersion, and I hope it will be useful today.

Men basically finish drinking a meal and smoking a cigarette, and unfamiliar people can say a few words.

After the man finished smoking, he found that there was indeed nothing wrong with the cigarette. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh, "It's much more comfortable, otherwise I'll feel that I'm really uncomfortable, and I always feel something is missing."

The other person didn't smoke and glanced at him: "Baoyou, he was controlled by a cigarette."

"Oh, you don't understand if you don't slap. Now I'm too strict with you. I've endured it for so long, it's really uncomfortable."

They spoke very smooth Burmese dialect, but Xu Chuan also remembered the mall dialect that appeared not long ago.
Chapter completed!