Mysterious Dark Cloud

"What is that?" Zhang Long looked at the flying dark clouds with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know, my intuition tells me that this thing is very dangerous."

Shen Feng looked at the dark cloud, closed the flamethrower, and threw it aside. Then, he took out salt and sprinkled it on the floor around the three of them.

At the same time, he also opened the lid of the cooking oil and poured it directly on Liu Yifei.

"ah!!"

Liu Yifei screamed loudly: "Shen Feng, you, what are you doing?"

"I'm protecting you." Shen Feng said solemnly.

"Is there anyone as protective as you?"

"I have a strong hunch that as long as I pour cooking oil on myself, it will be much safer."

"Ah? Are you sure your hunch is correct?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I'll try it first."

Shen Feng picked up the remaining cooking oil and handed it to Zhang Long, "Uncle Long, be careful not to spray flames on yourself."