Douluo: Bride Bibi Dong, eavesdrop on my heart

Chapter 190 Business Opportunities (Second Update! Please Tickets! Please Support!)

Even if the master of ceremonies is a level 63 soul emperor, he would want to fart after staying for a long time with this poisonous tumor fog.

But this soul master, who is only level 31, looks calm and even enjoying himself.

This made the master of ceremonies tremble in his heart.

"It seems that fifty silver soul coins are going to be lost!"

The master of ceremonies wailed in his heart.

If you lose a challenge, you will be given the silver soul coins you earned earlier.

This made the master of ceremonies feel a little sad.

"After Wu Zisheng's challenge is over, I will blacklist him. He must not be allowed to challenge again!"

The master of ceremonies muttered in his heart, showing a shrewd eye of a profiteer.

Seeing that the poison of the poisonous mist could not continue to strengthen, Wu Zisheng had no choice but to give up.

Then, Wu Zisheng continued to actively absorb the poisonous mist of the tumor.

This thing sucks too much, it makes people feel addicted, it makes people feel their head is numb, and it is very comfortable.

"It's a pity that the poison is almost meaningless, otherwise I would be more comfortable!"

Wu Zisheng murmured in his heart, so he had no choice but to make do with it.

Just like that, under the gaze of everyone, Wu Zisheng was like a pervert, constantly absorbing the poisonous mist.

Over time.

Wu Zisheng's intestines trembled, and he felt a heavy feeling about to burst out from his body.

"Yes, that's the feeling, it's coming out!"

"It reminds me of that rainy day that year!"

Wu Zisheng was secretly refreshed, and at the same time thought of a rainy day many years ago, and he once had a good time.

Recalling the fun of that rainy day.

In the dark, Wu Zisheng felt a brisk music melody echoing in his mind
The fun of the rainy day is evidenced by the lyrics of the song.

The sky really wants to rain, but I just want to fart~
Silly standing downstairs at your house~
Hold your head up and fart~
If there is a toilet in the scene~
I will also shit to you~
If sometimes not so happy~
I would like to fart for you to smell~
You actually understand my fart~
Fart for you~
no style~
It just means~
I want to give you happiness~
Tossing and turning for you~
Why not fart the world for you~
Bring a little warmth in the coolness of late summer and autumn~
Sky blue is waiting for misty rain, and I'm farting~
Cooking smoke curls up, and farts stink for thousands of miles~
There seemed to be a brisk classical music melody in his mind, and Wu Zisheng's sense of carefreeness was even greater.

quickly.

Wu Zisheng felt his intestines wriggling more violently.

Wu Zisheng glanced at that stick from the corner of his eye.

At this time, the stick of incense was about to burn out, and there was only less than one-tenth of it left.

"Almost, I can't win this challenge!"

"Otherwise, I won't be able to absorb the poisonous gas of the devil's tumor in the future, and it will blow away thousands of miles!"

Wu Zisheng thought to himself.

A flash of determination flashed in Wu Zisheng's eyes, before the incense burnt out, he decisively left the poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist that Wu Zisheng left immediately aroused everyone's confusion.

"Eh? That's strange, the incense hasn't finished burning yet, why did he run out, it's just a little bit, he won!"

"Yeah, what's going on? Doesn't he want to win the challenge?"

"It's really strange. Could it be that he took the stage to challenge just to absorb the poisonous gas?"

"It seems to be like this. Look at his perverted expression that looks so comfortable. It's so perverted!"

There was an uproar from the audience.

Everyone didn't understand that this Wu Zisheng was going to win, but he chose to leave the poisonous fog on his own initiative.

Was he so stupid by the poisonous fog that he didn't even want silver soul coins!
The master of ceremonies on the challenge stage also looked at a loss.

But this bewildered look quickly turned into that of a profiteer.

"Okay! Since you ran out within the specified time, you are giving up the challenge!"

"It seems that there is no need to lose fifty silver soul coins!"

The master of ceremonies secretly rejoiced, he didn't plan to pay Wu Zisheng fifty silver soul coins.

The person involved, Wu Zisheng felt a strong sense of shit at this moment, and wanted to burst out of his body.

However, Wu Zisheng still endured it.

Wu Zisheng looked at the master of ceremonies, and then at Yucheng.

Then everyone was stunned.

Wu Zisheng said gratefully:
"Thank you two for alleviating my strange disease!"

"I voluntarily give up this challenge, and I don't want fifty silver soul coins!"

"I hope the boss will let me go on stage to absorb the poisonous mist next time, I like it very much!"

"And this little brother, your soul skills and poisonous mist are of great use to me, thank you!"

Wu Zisheng's expression of gratitude and sincerity, coupled with his dark yellow complexion, immediately made people feel extremely perverted.

The master of ceremonies was tactful, and he quickly understood what Wu Zisheng said.

"Wu Zisheng must have suffered from a strange disease that makes it difficult to poop, that's why he was able to persist in the poisonous fog for so long!"

"Accidentally hit him and let him have a good time, so he is grateful to us!"

The master of ceremonies immediately understood and made an analysis.

Afterwards, the master of ceremonies continued following Wu Zisheng's words.

"Okay, no thanks!"

"Welcome to continue to challenge next time!"

The master of ceremonies replied to Wu Zisheng very politely.

Afterwards, Wu Zisheng looked at the staff soul master at the side, and said, "Xiao Wu, come here and take brother Wu Zisheng to have a good time!"

"Okay, Boss Zheng!"

The staff soul master surnamed Wu nodded in response.

Afterwards, the soul master of Xiao Wu's employee took Wu Zisheng to the toilet.

Before leaving, Wu Zisheng did not forget to thank Yu Chenglong.

"Little brother, thank you so much, I'll come to you for a good chat after I finish my fun!"

Wu Zisheng sincerely thanked Yu Chenglongdao.

"OK."

Yu Chenglong felt ashamed for a while.

Yu Chenglong didn't expect that a soul master suffering from constipation would come up to challenge him, and he almost won the challenge.

However, this soul master with strange constipation finally got his wish and can go to poop.

And he voluntarily gave up the challenge, so Yu Chenglong is still the winner.

All in all, their challenge table is still the one that earns the cheapest.

Listening to what was said on the challenge stage, the crowd watching immediately understood what was going on.

"It turns out that Wu Zisheng suffers from strange constipation, that's why he was able to persist in the poisonous fog for so long!"

"It seems that this poisonous mist has a therapeutic and alleviating effect on his strange disease!"

This was the thought of everyone in the audience after a sudden realization.

On the stage, the master of ceremonies surnamed Zheng, suddenly thought of something, and Xiaoyuan's eyes shone brightly.

"I found a business opportunity!"

"In addition to setting challenges, I can also open a medical clinic to treat soul masters and ordinary people who suffer from constipation!"

"This clinic can make me a lot of money!"

The master of ceremonies flashed a bright light in his eyes, and found a new business opportunity.

Thinking that he could open a medical clinic, the master of ceremonies became excited, even breathing heavily.

　Good night everyone! !Good morning! !good afternoon! !I wish the readers a lot of happiness! !Handsome and handsome! !
　　
　
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