"Now, let's welcome this groundbreaking product that can liberate our buttocks and bring the ultimate comfort experience!"
"Whoosh!"
The red cloth was suddenly pulled off.
On the silver tray, a blue bottom cushion that looked incredibly soft, had a simple design, and was embroidered with a small yellow flower lay quietly.
It looks...like a butt pad.
The entire room fell into that familiar, eerie silence once again.
Everyone's expression was as if they had been petrified; their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, and the string in their minds had snapped completely.
DouDou picked up the cushion and gently pressed it with her hand. The cushion slowly bounced back in a visible manner, showing that it was of excellent quality.
"This item is called the 'All-Purpose Butt Pad'!"
She announced it loudly, her tone as solemn as if she were introducing a divine artifact.
"This is a soft and comfortable butt pad, filled with memory foam from another world."
"No matter how hard, cold, or uncomfortable the place you sit on, as long as you put this on, you will feel the warmth of spring and the softness of clouds!"
She paused for a moment and added:
"In addition, it has an additional effect: it can slowly relieve fatigue in the user's gluteal muscles."
"puff--"
"Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! Help! I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe!"
"The all-powerful butt cushion! Hahahaha! It even liberates the buttocks and relieves muscle fatigue! Is Sect Leader Ning a devil?!"
"I'm convinced! I'm completely convinced!"
"From this day forward, Sect Leader Ning is my only idol! How does his brain work?"
"Buy! We absolutely have to buy it!"
"The chairs in my sect's council hall are made of cold iron! Every meeting feels like torture! I desperately need these!"
"Don't try to take it from me! I'm the butler of our Duke's mansion, and our Duke has hemorrhoids!"
At this moment, all notions of identity and status were cast to the winds.
Countless people laughed so hard they were doubled over, pounding their chests and stamping their feet, feeling like they were about to suffocate.
The sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, Tianxiang Huyanzhen, had a burly body that laughed like a volcano about to erupt, and the entire private room was buzzing.
Inside the No. 1 private room.
"Click".
A soft sound.
It wasn't the sound of a teacup shattering.
It was the sound of Qian Daoliu slowly placing the teacup he was holding back on the table.
He didn't get angry, he didn't roar, and he didn't even twitch the muscles in his face.
He just sat quietly, his once sharp, hawk-like golden eyes now appearing somewhat empty, as if they had lost their focus.
He looked down at the butt cushion that was being scrambled for by countless people, and at the mainland celebrities who were laughing without any regard for their image.
An unprecedented sense of absurdity completely overwhelmed him.
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