Goo, goo, goo, goo!
Half a bowl of extremely delicious chicken soup was gulped down by the Mohist saint.
After finishing the drink, the Mohist sage had a look of contentment on his face and smacked his mouth.
It seems like endless aftertaste.
"This chicken soup is really delicious and makes me feel so good all over!"
The Mohist sage said sincerely.
"Ancestor, how are you feeling right now?"
Zhao Ding asked hurriedly.
The Mohist saint was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.
"Ancestor, what's wrong?"
Seeing the Mo family saint's expression change, everyone present couldn't help but become nervous.
The Mohist saint's expression became extremely strange.
His brows furrowed tightly.
Breathing became a little faster.
Immediately afterwards.
Everyone heard a strange noise.
Puff puff puff puff puff!!!
The Mohist saint is farting like crazy!
One loud fart after another continued to emerge from the body of the Mohist saint.
The sound echoed in the hall.
Everyone present heard it clearly.
Everyone was stunned.
As the saying goes, a loud fart doesn't stink, and a smelly fart doesn't make a sound.
But the fart that the Mohist saint farted at this moment was smelly and loud.
Waves of stench hit our faces, making everyone present turn pale, but they didn't dare to show it.
The Mohist saint himself was extremely embarrassed, and his face turned red.
He hasn't farted in years.
Today is good.
Once you let it go, you can't stop it.
Puff puff puff!!!
The fart sound continued and was quite rhythmic.
Three long and two short!
Plop!
There was an elder from Shengong City who couldn't stand it any longer. He was so dizzy from the fart that he sat down on the ground.
"Ancestor! What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Ding endured the stink and asked quickly.
"Old man"
The Mohist sage wanted to say something, but he didn't know why he farted so much.
I felt like my stomach was swollen very much, and there were waves of air rushing inside.
It must be released.
Otherwise, the Mohist saint felt that his body might burst.
"Is it because of the chicken soup?"
An elder associated the Mohist saint's continuous farts with the chicken soup he drank just now.
Zhao Ding also suspected that it was related to chicken soup.
But he's not sure yet,
Is it a good thing or a bad thing for the Mohist saint to fart at this moment?
At this moment.
The Mohist saint suddenly stood up.
His face looked even weirder.
"not good!"
The Mohist saint yelled, "No, no!" and rushed out of the hall.
When Zhao Ding and others saw this, they also hurriedly followed out.
I saw the Mohist saint running wildly in Shengong City.
Seems to be looking for something.
I looked around but couldn't find anything.
He suddenly flew in front of Zhao Ding and others, his face full of anxiety and pain.
"Where are the latrines? Are there no latrines in the city?"
Zhao Ding and others were all stunned.
Thatched hut?
The Mohist saint was in such a hurry just now, was he actually looking for a hut?
"Thatched room! I can't hold it in anymore!"
"If I can't find the hut anymore, I will have to go to the mountains and fields outside the city to solve the problem!"
The Mohist sage was impatient.
It looked like it was really uncomfortable.
He had never felt so painful.
My whole body was trembling, and the hair on my hair stood on end.
And there was also a gurgling sound in my stomach.
At this moment, the Mohist saint did not dare to fart anymore.
Because at this time, you don’t know whether it is a fart or not.
"Yes! A hut was specially built in the yard where Ye Gaoren lived before!"
Zhao Ding immediately remembered.
"Where?"
The Mohist saint asked quickly as if he had seen the savior.
"Right there!"
Zhao Ding pointed.
Whoosh!
The Mohist saint had already disappeared from where he was.
And he found the courtyard where Ye Qingyun lived with great accuracy.
He rushed into the hut instantly.
Crackling!!
To be continued...