Yao Wuxie: The Man With A Screw Loose

Lin Fan’s jaws were trembling in shock. All he felt was dizziness and giddiness in this heaven revolting fart. This was a force no man could withstand.

In Stealth, Lin Fan clutched at his chest while gasping for air. Now that his physical body state was that of a lesser celestial full cultivation, even though his cultivation base wasn’t that high, this fart was not something that could do him in this easily.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

"That’s soooo good." Yao Wuxie’s face was extremely pleasured.

"I…can’t stay here anymore…or I’ll…die…!" Lin Fan thought to himself as his face squeezed tightly. He wanted to get out of this place so badly, but Yao Wuxie would have none of that as he didn’t give Lin Fan any chance to do so, letting off a few more smelly farts.

‘F*ck! I can’t take it any longer!’ Lin Fan’s eyes were tearing by now.