Wait a minute! The weasel really seems to have a fart advantage!

As expected, the moment Wang Lang's peachwood sword stabbed the target, the weasel's fat body quickly dried up like a leaky ball.

At the same time, a cloud of-yellow smoke erupted from under the weasel's tail and shrouded Wang Lang's head and face.

The billowing smoke was like a tidal wave, and Wang Lang held his breath in a vain attempt to resist the weasel's attack in this way. However, the crushing smell was really pervasive, and although he closed his nose and mouth, he still felt a hot pain in his eyes, which was more terrible than the pepper spray.

"What the hell...... can already have a fight with Chen Zhenguo's stinky feet......"

Holding back the pain in his eyes, Wang Lang rushed to the side and left the range of the stinky fart.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is cruel.

Even if you dodge the area covered by the stinky fart, the particles that are so small that they are difficult to detect with the naked eye still stick to the body. And as time goes by, the yellow stinky fart is still spreading rapidly in all directions.

"Treadmill Horse...... In the future, there will be weasels and labor, and labor will see one and kill another......"

Wang Lang was really mad, and the terrifying stench kept burrowing into his nostrils like maggots on tarsal bones. Even if he dodged the range of the stinky fart, even if he closed his mouth and pinched his nose, he still couldn't isolate it.

"Let's get through this first!"

Huang Qi shouted, shook his hand, and hit the weasel on the ground.

Unlike the one that attacked Wang Lang, this weasel can be said to be unlucky.

The so-called death before leaving the teacher is talking about a poor worm like it.

The heroic swoop of the dead was not exchanged for countless applause, nor the call of freedom and wildness, but a frenzied attack like death.

This weasel was half-struck by Wang Lang's two lightning charms, and after falling to the ground, he ushered in Chen Zhenguo's bench.

Although the weasel that has become a sperm is subject to the ontological reasons, and the physical strength is not up to the level of a zombie, it will not be stoned to death in one or two hits.

However, Huang Qi's old boy was very gloomy, and he dropped a thunderbolt charm in a few seconds, and the weasel immediately fell into convulsions again before he could recover from his paralysis. In addition, Chen Zhenguo next to him smashed the stool violently, and the weasel's body was soon blurred by the beating, and the canine teeth in his mouth were broken three times, and the blood was like a fountain "poof" coming out, and he was out of breath.

As for the weasel who attacked Wang Lang, the situation was much better, except that he successfully completed the weight loss plan by farting, but the yin and evil qi on his body was much weaker.

On the whole, I didn't suffer much loss, but I made a lot of money.

After all, a slender figure, whether it is a human or an animal, is very fond of it.

"Huang San! That's all you need! Anyway, it's also a demon spirit that can be compared to the realm of real people, and the special code will only use these indiscriminate things! ”

Wang Lang was born by Huang Sanqi's first Buddha and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and the terrible stench made his heavenly spirit cover almost fly, and now he feels that the whole person is confused.

"No matter what the means, the one that can kill the enemy is a good one!"

In the face of Wang Lang's angry scolding, Huang San was not only not ashamed, but proud of it.

Showing a smile full of sarcasm at Wang Lang, Huang San actually gave the order again regardless of the state of his subordinates at this time.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The shrill hiss was as terrible as a night owl in the darkness, and the weasel's body, which had only one breath left, involuntarily twitched twice, and the weasel that had successfully released the poisonous gas pounced again.

"Puff puff ......"

Three deadly serial farts squirted out like no money, and he saw the weasel go from slim to skinny, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Wang Lang was scared, this time he was really scared!

No discipline and no bottom line is no longer enough to describe Huang San, this guy is simply shameless to the extreme.

It's just a succession of temptations, and even such a disgusting thing as poison gas can be done.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the weasel's three deadly serial farts, Huang Qi suddenly panicked. roared at Wang Lang, turned around and ran out in the direction of the county road.

"Why run? Get ...... with me Dead ......"

Before Wang Lang's angry voice was finished, he suddenly went limp, and he fell directly to the ground.

The feeling of dizziness comes inexplicably, but it is extremely fast. From the appearance of vertigo to the time when he fell to the ground, it didn't even take three seconds before and after.

"Fart is poisonous?!"

Wang Lang stared at Huang San with a face full of horror and anger.

He tried to stand up, but he struggled with all his strength for a long time without success. The limbs are as soft as boiled noodles, and they can't exert their strength at all.

Not only that, the deadly serial farts have slowly spread over, Wang Lang wants to dodge, but now it is almost paralyzed, and he can only watch the yellow fart completely envelop himself.

"Shameless...... ...... vomit"

The "refreshing" stench was pervasive, and Wang Lang finally couldn't help it after holding it for more than a minute. As the smell penetrated his nose and into his lungs, Wang Lang felt as if his stomach was being clutched by a hand.

Convulsions, spasms......

There is even a terrible illusion that even the intestines are going to be spit out......

Three minutes! Three minutes!

Wang Lang twitched uncontrollably and frantically, and a puddle of yellow water flowed out of his face at the corner of his mouth. It feels like walking around the Netherworld, and it's not far from death.

He also once thought about his own way of death, old death? Died? Hit by a car? Killed by a ghost? Want a monster to kill?

But I never thought I would be crushed to death by a fart!

If there is a chance to choose again, Wang Lang swears that he will never provoke the weasel easily, and even if he does, he will never be approached by the weasel.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Huang San walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

One of the two weasels it brought with it was a blur of flesh smashed by a bench, and the other had turned himself into an old trunk because of his fart. Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo, who were not far away, did not escape, and fell to the ground and kept convulsing.

"A little mage dares to touch my Huang San's moldy head, it's really impatient!"

Looking down at Wang Lang who was lying on the ground and struggling weakly, Huang San's face was full of sarcasm.

As a monster whose cultivation has reached the level of a demon spirit, Huang San would rather let his subordinates die tragically than take action himself. Wang Lang didn't know what Huang San thought, but there was no point in saying anything at this time.

Even if it is in good condition, it may not be able to fight, let alone the half-dead appearance now.