If the Ultimate Benevolence Masters Were Wrong

"Huh? Huh!"

Panicked, Tang Ka felt that he was on fire. He bent his back like a lobster, so overwhelmed that he didn't know where to put his hands.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

His crystal processor buzzed earsplittingly again, indicating that his purity had fallen to below 95% again. He was no longer pure!

"God Pangu, save me!"

Covering his groin, Tang Ka thought in desperation. What's wrong with me?

"Mr. Tang Ka, you are too weak."

Chu Zhiyun frowned. Every time she addressed Tang Ka with "mister", it meant that she was very dissatisfied with Tang Ka's performance. "If you can't tolerate such minor temptations, how can you fight billions of extraterrestrial devils in the future? I doubt that you can really become a Purger.

"I don't understand what you're scared of. Open your eyes and see clearly. These are just two balls of fat. Why are you so overwhelmed by two balls of fat?