"Well, it stinks, but where does it smell?" Although Chen Jiu has ceased to exist, the odor can still be transmitted to his soul through time and space, which really makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's weird. It's absolutely weird!" Chen Jiu came to the fog, but he was not anxious to start, but first observed.

"Chen Jiu, hurry up, the whole neon pool will be polluted by it in a little while!" The four heavenly women couldn't help urging and shouting.

"Gee, I remember. Isn't that the smell of their shit just beginning to soar?" Chen Jiu suddenly patted his head and finally understood.

"Chen Jiu, what shit,...