Douluo: On the wedding night, Bibi Dong eavesdropped on her heart

This poisonous mist will make the master of ceremonies want to fart even if he is a level 63 soul emperor.

But this Soul Lord, who was only level 30, looked 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 this Wu Zisheng's challenge is over, I will put him on the blacklist. I will not let him challenge again!"

The boss of the ceremony muttered in his heart, showing a shrewd look in his eyes.

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.

If you smoke this stuff too much, it will give you an addictive feeling, making your head feel numb and very comfortable.

"It's a pity that this poison is not very interesting, 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, feeling that a heavy feeling was about to burst out of 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.

Thinking back to the joy of that rainy day.

Somewhere in the dark, Wu Zisheng felt a brisk music melody echoing in his mind...

The joy of the rainy day is evidenced by the meaning of the song lyrics.

The sky really wants to rain, but I just want to fart~

Standing stupidly downstairs of your house~

Hold your head up and fart~

If there is a toilet in the scene~

I will also poop for you~

......

If sometimes not so happy~

I am willing 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~

What's wrong with 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 the stick out of 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, and he decisively left the poisonous mist before the incense burned out.

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!"

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

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 emcee boss 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!"

"An accidental collision allowed him to have a good time, so he is grateful to us!"

The emcee boss immediately understood and made an analysis.

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

"Okay, you're welcome!"

"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 and responded.

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. When I finish enjoying myself, I will come and have a chat with you!"

Wu Zisheng sincerely thanks Yucheng Longdao.

"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, they are still the ones making the most money in the challenge.

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 a strange constipation syndrome, which is why he was able to persist in the poisonous mist 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.