Ling Feng was unfazed by Park Yisheng's provocation, and instead revealed a meaningful smile!
However, right now, Park Seung-il only has eyes for meat skewers and can't see anything else.
In less than two minutes, he had devoured more than a dozen skewers of meat!
Ling Feng stopped grilling the meat and looked at Park Seung-il with a smile!
"Why did you stop? Keep baking! I'm not full yet! Hurry up and bake, or don't blame me for getting rough with you!"
Ling Feng's smile gradually turned cold!
Do you think you can just eat my barbecue whenever you want?
Park Il-sung looked at him suspiciously and asked, puzzled:
"What do you mean? Explain yourself! Otherwise I... Hey!" Before he could finish speaking, a loud "Pfft!" was heard!
Park Il-sung's expression changed!
He suddenly felt a warm sensation in his pants, which felt very comfortable, like... he had pooped!
"Damn it!"
Park Il-sung quickly clutched his stomach, but he felt no pain at all.
Why did I suddenly have diarrhea for no reason?
Although he was embarrassed inside, he still pretended to be arrogant on the surface. He couldn't let others know that he had been urinating in his pants pocket, otherwise his lifelong reputation would be ruined!
In particular, his hundreds of soldiers must not be allowed to know!
Ling Feng covered his mouth and chuckled as he looked at Park Yisheng, pinching his nose and saying in a flippant tone:
"Hey, what's wrong with the Holy Lord? Did he have diarrhea?"
Upon hearing this, Park Il-sung's expression turned cold, and he said with a strong killing intent, "When I speak, I advise you not to... pfft... oh!"
Park Il-sung had just said one sentence when he couldn't help but poop again!
He dared not speak at all now; if he opened his mouth even slightly, he would immediately burst into tears!
Ling Feng slowly walked up to Park Seung-il.
He pinched his nose, looked Park Yisheng up and down, and said indifferently, "Hey Park Yisheng, it's not very nice of you to eat all this by yourself without calling your brothers over!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he reached out and patted Park Yisheng on the shoulder!
"Puff puff puff!!"
Park Il-sung felt a sudden numbness in his shoulder, and couldn't help but loosen his buttocks, resulting in another series of slaps!
Park Yisheng's face was flushed red, and he gritted his teeth and persevered. He hated Ling Feng to death now.
It must be this guy's doing, making him suffer terribly now. Luckily, the smell from his leather pants and boots hasn't completely dissipated, otherwise he would have been incredibly embarrassed today!
Ling Feng's eyes darted around, and a slight smile curved his lips.
He waved to Park Seung-il's group of underlings, signaling them to come over, and even picked up a skewer of meat from the barbecue grill and gestured at them a few times!
Upon hearing this, the group of soldiers immediately walked over!
A group of several hundred people quickly arrived behind Park Seung-il!
The four generals looked at Park Seung-il, who was covered in sweat and had a flushed face, and had no idea what had happened!
One of the bald men looked at him with concern and said:
"Your Majesty, what's wrong? You don't look well!"
Park Il-sung gritted his teeth and shook his head with difficulty!
Ling Feng walked over with a smile and said to the bald man:
"Your Holy Lord just had a delicious meal and is savoring it right now! Isn't that right!"
Ling Feng said to Park Seung-il with a mocking expression.
"You... Ah!"
"Puff puff puff puff..."
Park Il-sung quickly shut his mouth halfway through his sentence!
A series of sounds immediately surprised everyone around, and they all turned their attention to Park Seung-il!
At the same time, a foul stench slowly emanated from his body!
Although his men dared not speak aloud, they were all whispering among themselves:
"Could the Holy Lord have pooped? I can smell poop!"
"Damn it, I was wondering why his leather pants looked so bulging, turns out it's because... ugh!"
...
Park Il-sung's face grew increasingly ashen. These people's words felt like steel needles piercing his heart, causing him immense pain.
He was a proud man to begin with, and now he'll never be able to hold his head high again!
Fortunately, they only spoke about it in secret and didn't make it explicit, at least leaving themselves a way out!
Just then!
"Your Holy Lord has soiled his pants! Aren't you going to find him a clean pair of pants? You bunch of clueless people!"
Ling Feng immediately addressed everyone loudly.
The atmosphere immediately fell silent, and everyone stared at Ling Feng in shock.
How dare he say that? Does he have a death wish?
Everyone lowered their heads, pretending not to have heard.
Ling Feng continued to fan the flames, walking up to the bald man from before and speaking angrily:
"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? How can you be so indifferent? Your Holy Lord has soiled his pants, didn't you see? If you don't clean it up, his pants won't be able to contain the poop anymore!"
The bald man seemed not to hear, covering his head with his hands and quickly running into the crowd. He had an expression that said, "I didn't hear anything, I didn't know anything!"
Ling Feng stared speechlessly at the group of Koreans!
She must be terrified of her pillar. It seems she's been bullied quite a bit. Even now, she's too scared to speak.
It seems he'll have to take action himself!
With a thought, Ling Feng sent a surge of spiritual power into Park Il-sung's brain!
Park Seung-il suddenly felt dizzy, and the discomfort disappeared. He breathed a long sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face!
"Ah, that feels good!"
He closed his eyes slightly, looking completely relaxed; he felt so comfortable!
He felt better, but his underlings behind him couldn't hold back any longer. They scattered and ran away, some even vomiting as they ran!
Because their holy lord had just taken off his leather pants, revealing his yellowish-brown thighs underneath.
Then, their nightmare began.
Park Il-sung transformed into a jetpack warrior, relentlessly firing at his underlings!
Many people were hit by his golden cannon, including a Saint-level general.
At this moment, the general was still lying on the ground vomiting violently, almost bringing up bile!
Park Seung-il still had an expression of enjoyment on his face, with his eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face!
The bald man who had just been there rushed over, still sporting a clump of hair on his head. He grabbed Park Yisheng's hand and pleaded with a tearful voice:
"Holy Lord, please stop! Please, stop pulling! The brothers really can't hold on any longer!"
Ling Feng quickly led the black panther away; the smell here was too strong, and he would throw up if he stayed any longer!
Ling Feng walked 200 meters away and then released his control over Park Yisheng's mind.
Park Seung-il slowly opened his eyes, his face showing a hint of lingering satisfaction...
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