Otherworldly Time Thieves

Chapter 13 Big brother, did you come here through time travel? (3)
"Extreme Yunyan, have you ever smoked it?" Lao Zhu squinted at him, then clamped the cigarette holder with his fingers, and took another drag.

The young man took out a cigarette from the box and held it in his mouth just like Old Zhu.

"Hey, brother, don't you know how to smoke? You're holding it upside down!" Lao Zhu almost laughed out loud when he saw his cigarette in his mouth, and corrected him, "Bit your mouth on the yellow side."

"Oh, is that so?" The young man turned his cigarette around, and then looked at Lao Zhu as if claiming credit.

"By the way, come on, let me light the fire for you!" After finishing speaking, he took out the ZIPPO and lighted it for him.

After the young man looked at the shiny silver Zippo lighter in Lao Zhu's hand, his eyes lit up again.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The young man imitated Old Zhu and took a big breath, only to cough violently after being choked.

"Smooth lightly!" Lao Zhu patted his back and explained: "It's the same for those who learn to smoke for the first time, just get used to it."

After taking another two puffs cautiously, the young man seemed to have learned the trick. He squinted his eyes and took a big puff like Old Zhu, then spit it out slowly, saying: "This thing is really strange. You can feel a mellow taste when you smoke, and your brain seems to be much clearer after smoking.”

"Of course, second-hand smoke doesn't smell good," Lao Zhu replied.

"What is second-hand smoke?" the young man asked curiously.

"It's the smoke you smelled just now, it's called second-hand smoke." Old Zhu patiently explained to him.

"Oh, no wonder!" The young man suddenly realized, and then continued to smoke.

As a result, the two of them began to puff up clouds and mist in this hall, and the whole hall was filled with smoke.

While smoking, the young man peeked at Lao Zhu's appearance. He felt that when Lao Zhu smoked, he seemed to have an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and unique charm, so he kept imitating Lao Zhu's movements.

If Lao Zhu knew what this young man was thinking, he would have laughed, because someone had said this before, but the person who said it at that time was a French woman named Marie.

A few minutes later, Lao Zhu finished his cigarette, got up and patted his buttocks, and said to the young man, "By the way, you should have brought me here. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"I came here for you?" The young man seemed to be still reminiscing about the smell of cigarettes, and he couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and then he understood: "Oh, yes, you were brought by Soros and the others, right?"

"Who is Soros?" Old Zhu was puzzled.

"It's the black high-level saber-toothed tiger just now, he is Soros." The young man explained.

"Oh, that's right. I didn't expect these tigers to have names. They should be raised by you, right?" Old Zhu understood.

"This is the Loloa Forest Management Committee. Soros and the others are also members here. They are not raised by me." The young man shook his head and explained with a smile, "They..."

(End of this chapter)