The little fat man knew that his taste was really heavy enough, so he agreed to let Wang Zhuang breathe in the courtyard. He could not bear it any more, so he ran to the courtyard together. After resting for about a few minutes, after the gas in the room had dissipated, Wang Zhuang began to hold his breath and stare at the candle as the little fat man had just looked, but at this time he did not want to let out his breath, just out of helplessness.

At this time, the little fat man also gathered around, in his heart, he certainly hoped that Wang Zhuang would lose...