Once a curse is cast, it will take at least an hour.

Judging from the time, Zhang Kuang should not have finished pooping yet.

Lightning questioned, "But we've been here for a while now. Even if we were taking a shit, we should have finished by now. Why haven't we come out yet?"

Han Feng smiled slyly: "What if it's diarrhea?"

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If you really have diarrhea, it may not come out in a short time.

Because he had experienced it once before.

The situation at that time could really be said to be worse than death.

I almost pulled my intestines out.

Could it be that Zhang Kuang’s diarrhea is also so severe?

At this moment, Zhang Kuang crawled out of the toilet, humming constantly. He looked so weak, as if he was dead and unburied.

Looking at Zhang Kuang's miserable appearance, lightning, snowflakes, strong winds and dark clouds, his former victims, all showed sympathy in their eyes.

Han Feng pretended to know nothing and asked with concern, "Zhang Kuang, what's wrong with you?"

"You're really good at pretending!"

Zhao Yunxi gave Han Feng a look of contempt.

The instigator was Han Feng.

How could he not know?

Are you still concerned about Zhang Kuang?

How despicable.

Zhang Kuang's mouth trembled, and he said in a tearful voice, "I have diarrhea."

"Who here hasn't had diarrhea? And how could it be as bad as yours? You're such a loser!"

Han Feng snorted disdainfully.

"That's not just ordinary diarrhea. The taste is so sour and refreshing. You just haven't experienced it before."

Arrogant and indignant.

Just now, his soul was about to ascend, and he was almost sent away.

Wuyun asked curiously, "Brother, how many waves did you pull?"

Zhang Kuang had a sad face: "Ten splashes."

“Good fellow!”

Wu Yun and the others were all amazed.

It almost broke the record held by Han Feng.

Zhang Kuang is a real man!