Chapitre 1113: The Strong Assemble In The Medicine Manor (9)

At that moment, the Great Elder's face had turned as green as a bamboo leaf. He really wanted to scream angrily: Do you not wipe your *ss after taking a f*cking sh*t?

However, at this moment, he was completely suffocated by the sheer pressure of the buttocks and was unable to speak.

The large fatty who was sitting on his face, however, did not seem to be aware of this at all. He has no intentions of standing up. 

"Get off!"

The Great Elder, who almost puked blood from being squashed by the fatty, finally managed to spit out two words. His voice was filled with fury as if raging flames were spitting out from within.

Poot!

Just as the Great Elder was about to cry out again in anger, a warm, smelly gas erupted around him. The stench was so heavy that he nearly fainted.

This damned fatty, not only is he using his buttocks to squash my face, he has even farted!