Puff puff puff puff!!!
Continuous gushing sounds sounded from behind the rockery in the garden.
This sound is very unique.
At first glance, it sounds like soup and water.
Yang Cang was stunned when he heard this.
He stared blankly in the direction of the rockery, his mind buzzing for a while.
What is the spy doing?
Why is there such a weird sound coming from behind the rockery?
Isn't it pooping?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How could the spy do such a vulgar thing?
There's no way he's shitting!
Yang Cang didn't think about it in that aspect, or he didn't dare to speculate in that aspect.
"Could it be that the spy is poisoned? Is this a special detoxification method?"
To say that Yang Cang is worthy of being a city lord, his head is spinning very quickly.
I was already speculating on poisoning.
"It seems that the poison in the spy is very powerful."
Yang Cang had a solemn look on his face.
I was wondering if I should get some antidote elixir?
While he was hesitating, a strange smell filled the air along with the breeze.
The garden, which was originally filled with fragrance, now smells of filth.
Yang Cang naturally smelled it too.
He smelled it deeply.
Then a very strange look appeared on his face.
It seems that the smell is a bit overpowering.
"What's this smell? I've never smelled it before."
Yang Cang smelled it and analyzed it carefully.
"It's a bit smelly, but why does it contain a bit of redwood fragrance and is a bit refreshing?"
"Weird, weird!"
"What kind of poison is this, Sir Agent? Why does it emit such a strange breath?"
Just when Yang Cang was confused, Ye Qingyun's voice came from behind the rockery.
"Mr. Yang, could you please do me a favor?"
When Yang Cang heard this, he immediately became energetic.
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Um, do you have any paper?"
"Paper?"
Yang Cang was startled.
"What kind of paper do you need? Is it gold paper or jade paper? Or silver silk paper made of silver silk?"
Ye Qingyun squatting behind the rockery ""
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I want damn gold paper, jade paper, silver silkworm paper!
What I want is paper for wiping my butt!
The kind that can wipe your butt!
Why don't you roll some sandpaper for me, please?
"Just regular paper will do."
"oh oh."
Yang Cang immediately went to get the paper.
After a while, he returned to the garden.
I was about to walk towards the rockery.
"Don't come over here, just let the paper fly over."
"Uh, okay."
Yang Cang immediately obeyed and flicked the paper in his hand.
The paper flew behind the rockery.
Ye Qingyun quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, and was speechless when he saw it.
This paper is also too thin.
And it’s still dry.
It's definitely uncomfortable to use.
But I can't be too particular about it at the moment.
Just wipe it off.
Otherwise, Ye Qingyun could only pick up two leaves from the ground and wipe them.
After working for a while, Ye Qingyun finally walked out from behind the rockery.
Compared with the pale and anxious look before, Ye Qingyun looked very energetic at this moment.
Protruding a refreshing feeling.
It was as if the whole person was relaxed all of a sudden.
My walking became more stable.
Ye Qingyun indeed felt very relaxed.
That’s called comfort!
My stomach doesn't growl anymore and it doesn't hurt anymore.
It seems like everyone has lost two pounds.
"Sir Secret Agent!"
Yang Cang quickly stepped forward and saluted.
Ye Qingyun coughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed.
After all, this is Yang Cang's territory.
Coming here to poop on your own is really a bit too much.
But there is nothing we can do.
Ye Qingyun couldn't hold it in anymore.
There is not even a place to squat in Quexian City today.
It can’t really be convenient just on the street, right?
no way.
To be continued...