"I wanted to do it myself, but you're not worthy of a little mage."

Huang San sneered, turned around slowly, aimed his butt at Wang Lang's face, and then said: "But he is also a mage, and he can be regarded as a master in this poor and remote place, so give you to die under the old man's trick!" ”

When the words landed, Huang San lifted his buttocks upward, and then saw the withered yellow tail cocked up and leaked out......

Watching the clump of folds constantly squirm and spread around, Wang Lang went completely crazy.

If you can't beat it, you can't help it, and you can admit it if you lose your life! But he didn't expect Huang Sanbei to reach such a point that he planned to kill him with a fart!

"Nima!"

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, Wang Lang burst into a loud voice, and took advantage of the moment's sobriety to use all his strength to thrust his index finger and middle finger fiercely.

"Poof!"

A dull sound echoed through the darkness, followed by a terrible cry of despair that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Wang Lang's fingers went straight into the roots, directly tearing those folds, and the blood also collapsed out in an instant.

"Sneer......"

The piercing sound vibrated the eardrums, and wisps of-yellow poisonous gas leaked out from between his fingers, splashing him all over the face.

The pain on the tip of his tongue overpowered the weakness of his body, Wang Lang clenched his teeth, and a hideous look appeared on his face.

"Die!"

A roar came from his mouth, and Wang Lang poured all the only strength into his arm, and the fingers inserted into the folds pushed wildly, and the entire fist went in.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The painful hiss could no longer be described as miserable, Wang Lang didn't expect that he might be killed by a fart, and Huang San didn't expect that he would be killed in this way.

The fart that should have been put back was slammed back, and the passage was blocked by a fist. The gas in Huang San's stomach began to stir uncontrollably, and the rich yin and evil qi that shrouded his body also surged violently like a fryer.

I don't know if it caused a chain reaction, Huang San's stomach began to swell rapidly, and in a few seconds, it had turned into a round ball with a diameter of more than forty centimeters.

"......"

Wisps of yellow gas bubbled out of Wang Lang's fist, Huang San's eyeballs were squeezed out by the pressure in his body, and the inside of his mouth kept leaking.

"Puff ......"

The time didn't last long, and Huang San finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The two eyeballs shot out like bullets, and they shot hard into the wall. And from this time on, it was also doomed to Huang San's miserable ending.

intestines, liver, stomach, kidneys......

All the things in Huang San's stomach were shot out by the terrible pressure, and the seven orifices on his head were like the seven embarrasses of a revolver, shooting out yellow gas with a "puff, puff, puff".

In less than ten seconds, Huang San, who was still full of ridicule just now, had turned into a leather glove and firmly put it on Wang Lang's hand. That powerful weasel in the Demon Spirit Realm, who could become a demon king at any time, died like this, in an unimaginably miserable way.

"Is it over?"

At this time, Wang Lang was still in a state of confusion, his whole body was weak and he couldn't use his strength, his stomach twitched, his tongue hurt sharply, and the whole person was almost half dead.

He didn't know what state Huang San was in now, the blow just now had consumed all his strength, and now he couldn't even hold his eyelids.

I don't know how long time has passed, but the physical pain begins to slowly ease, and the long-lost strength returns little by little.

It's surprisingly quiet, like death.

Wang Lang felt that his chest was very heavy, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly. He struggled to open his eyes and found that the tanuki Elvis was actually squatting on his chest, with two balls of toilet paper stuffed in his nose.

"You're crushing me!"

Wang Lang said weakly.

"Meow?"

Tanuki Elvis screamed softly, looking at him with a hint of treachery in his eyes.

After that, I saw the raccoon flower Elvis stand up and began to jump on Wang Lang's chest.

"Lying ...... Trough...... Buddhist nun...... Ma ......"

Wang Lang feels that today is really his unlucky day, he has always been civilized and polite, he said more swear words than usual in a year, the most annoying thing is that he has to be bullied by a cat after being bullied by a weasel, can it be a little natural!

"Poof...... Burst...... Call...... Whew......"

Under the continuous jumping of the raccoon Elvis, the gas in Wang Lang's lungs was constantly squeezed out, and then new air was sucked in.

After repeating it for I don't know how many times, Wang Lang actually felt that his body gradually gained strength, and even his mind cleared up a lot.

"Is it saving me?"

As soon as this idea appeared, Wang Lang immediately vetoed it, have you ever seen a cat save people? Have you ever seen a cat give someone CPR?

Unless it is artificial respiration for him, he will never believe it.

Thinking of this, Wang Lang closed his eyes, and simply couldn't see it.

However, in the next moment, a furry touch was sensed by his lips, and Wang Lang opened his eyes to find that the eyes of the raccoon Elvis Presley were staring at him tightly.

"My first kiss...... Taken by a cat? ”

Wang Lang was stunned, he knew that this cat was about to become a sperm, although he refused to admit it, he also knew that Elvis Presley was saving him just now. But what just happened? Do you really want to give him artificial respiration?

Thinking of this, Wang Lang's heart suddenly became excited, and a look of expectation appeared on his face.

However, his wish was frustrated, and the raccoon Elvis licked a trace of blood stained on his lips into his mouth, and after getting off Wang Lang's chest, he disappeared into the darkness with a few jumps.

After struggling to get up from the ground, Wang Lang turned his head to find that Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo were still in a coma.

The weasel's fart is really terrible, although it has not reached the point where a fart collapses and kills a group of people, but it is more than enough to stink a group of people.

Huang Qi, as Huang San's "fellow countryman", knows more about Huang San's affairs, but even so, he still couldn't escape the attack of the stinky fart three.

In this way, it made Wang Lang very vigilant. A weasel whose physical strength is not good, and whose spell attack is not good, can force him to be like this with just one fart, what if it is a tiger? What if it's a venomous bee? I'm afraid that a photo will be cool!

"In the future, you must not be so reckless, the sin is small, and if you lose your life, it will be all over!"

Wang Lang patted his chest, feeling palpitations.

One of the three weasels was smashed to death by a stool, one was killed by his own fart, and the most powerful one was blown up alive into a glove, so I don't know if Wang Lang was unlucky or Huang San was unlucky for such a dramatic result.