Under normal circumstances, Zhao Chuanxin would shake the chamber pot of the old god with his arm.

This time, he held the chamber pot and pointed it at the waiter, but he used his wrist strength.

Clicked three times in total!

Then, the chamber pot of the old god emitted a strong stench.

It smells terrible.

The odor emitted from the spout is similar to the atomizing spout of a watering can, spreading forward in a fan shape.

There is no wind in the hotel, but the stench can spread forward.

Although Zhao Chuanxin also smelled the smell, he was at the back and the stench was not that strong.

But the waiter suffered.

In an instant, the waiter bent over and vomited, probably because he had just finished dinner. His mouth was a real watering can and sprayed all over the floor.

Zhao Chuanxin had quick eyesight and quick hands and retreated instantly.

Jin Wuzhi, however, was too late to retreat. He looked at the dirty trouser legs and shoe uppers that had been sprayed, and then he vomited with a "wow" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the old god's chamber pot in his hand in confusion, and he tentatively tilted the spout.

It was only tilted a little, but a thin stream of finger-thick water flowed out of the old god's chamber pot spout.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly straightened the spout and took a step back.

The liquid was amber in color, thicker than water, but not as sticky as honey.

The liquid splashed on the ground and the smell came out. Zhao Chuanxin retched and retreated quickly.

He took out water and poured it on the towel, covered his mouth and nose, and stared at the chamber pot of the old god in horror.

Could it be that there’s really fucking god’s shit in there?

Why does it stink so much?

He thought about his previous actions, took the old god's chamber pot, used his wrist like a carving knife, and tapped it three times in advance.

The strange thing is that when he did this action, no liquid spilled out.

Moreover, after ordering, no more liquid can be poured out.

The odor emitted by the spout has also been sealed and will no longer escape.

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood that he tapped his wrist forward three times, which was the code to open and close the spout.

But it didn't matter that he was like this. Someone in Restaurant No. 1 began to yell and curse, complaining that the hotel was forcibly "guanxiang", otherwise why would it be so smelly?

"Call the hotel manager over, I need an explanation, ugh..."

"Is this the latrine of the hotel that was bombed? Ugh..."

"Run away, vomit..."

This kind of stench is far beyond comparison with feces and urine.

If I have to describe it, the enhanced version of canned herring is comparable.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was even more disgusting than the enhanced canned herring, and had reached the level of a "biochemical weapon".

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and ran away with spray from the corner of his mouth.

Someone took the lead, but the others were not to be outdone, and the looters ran towards the restaurant door.

There were really a lot of people in this restaurant, and high-level officials from Japan and South Korea were involved. If you pushed me, some people would inevitably fall to the ground, and a stampede immediately occurred.

Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to run away, but when he saw Jin Wuzhi bent over and vomiting, he put away the old god's chamber pot, ran over to help him up, and hid aside first.

Because the big team in the restaurant has already rushed out.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a new towel from the secret realm, dipped it in water and handed it to Jin Wuzhi.

Jin Wuzhi quickly covered his nose.

No matter how stinky the old god's chamber pot is, it still obeys the laws of physics, and those odor molecules can be blocked by water.

Zhao Chuanxin watched happily as several senior Japanese and Korean officials were trampled by the fleeing crowd, with painful expressions on their faces and filth coming from their mouths and noses.

One person didn't hit him in one breath. He rolled his eyes and didn't know whether he was trampled to death or fainted.

Zhao Chuanxin did not notice that there were three people in the crowd. When they saw him, they either looked horrified or surprised.

The ones who were frightened were naturally Saito Kijiro and Shinoda Haruse, both of whom were punished by Zhao Chuanxin.

Especially Shinoda Harice, who was slapped by Zhao Chuanxin by the collar.

What a shame!

What surprised Naoko Yuxiang was that Zhao Chuanxin had already arrived in Seoul.

She wanted to come over and tell Zhao Chuanxin the latest information, but she couldn't care less at this time, and she couldn't go to Zhao Chuanxin in front of so many people.

We can only follow Shinoda's advice and evacuate the scene first.

Zhao Chuanxin was originally enjoying watching the excitement, but suddenly he saw a beautiful oriental woman wearing a foreign dress, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

This woman's face is beautiful and elegant. In an era when no knife was used, her appearance was quite impressive and she was extremely beautiful.

Besides, the most attractive thing is her temperament.

It is a sense of giving, mixed with compassion and love, generosity and generosity.

The compassion of Buddha and Mary is different.

Buddha is a bystander of cause and effect, even if he saves all sentient beings, he will stay out of it. That kind of compassion and generosity - the world kisses me with pain, and I am willing to repay it with songs.

Our Lady is the embodiment of mercy - if love is destined to be unequal, then I am willing to love more.

It's a sense of giving.

The moment he saw this woman, Zhao Chuanxin felt like he was seeing Isabel Adjani from the East.

Even when everyone fled Restaurant No. 1, they would subconsciously avoid this woman.

However, she tripped over the Japanese who fell to the ground.

It's too late, it's faster than that,

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and scooped the girl into his arms with one arm.

He covered his mouth and nose and tried the feel of the other hand with his other hand. From his brows and eyes, you could see the hidden smile on his face, and said in a loud voice: "Sister's waist is really a knife that can kill without blood!"

He guessed that this woman must be Japanese.

So it’s Chinese.

Unexpectedly, the other party was proficient in Chinese, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Then: "Ugh..."

Fortunately, I didn't spit it out.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and "considerately" blocked the woman's mouth and nose with his towel.

The woman’s eyes widened.

Is this... a kiss in disguise?

Someone who was running away couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Zhao Chuanxin holding Princess Li Bengong in one hand.

Princess Rimoto is famous for her excellent temperament, which makes people want to worship her.

But this man not only hugged her, but also blocked Princess Rimoto's mouth with his own towel.

They didn't know how to describe their feelings. According to later generations, the goddess was defiled.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't care whether she was a goddess or not, and his hands dishonestly rubbed back and forth between Nabeshima Itoko's waist and buttocks.

Nabeshima Itoko's face turned red.

She began to struggle.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin's arms locked her tightly with a little force.

If there is one less bachelor in Japan, it is all Zhao Chuanxin’s fault.

If there is one less widow in Japan, it is all Zhao Chuanxin’s dereliction of duty.

He held his breath and looked down at her with a smile.

Naoko Yuka in the distance looked back before going downstairs.

Then his eyes widened as well.

Princess Li Bengong, whom others only dared to watch from a distance but did not dare to play with, was indeed nothing more than a casual sight for Zhao Jun.

It's nothing to play with, how dare you go further.

Finally, Nabeshima Itoko moved the towel from her mouth and said angrily: "Let go, do you know what you are doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin held his breath, reaching his limit now. Seeing her take away the towel, he took it and blocked his nose.
To be continued...