บท 50: Chapter 42 Tell Old Cong, I Want to Sell the Snake

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Once you reach middle age, you're often not the master of your own body.

Luo Xingyi, acutely aware that with each passing year he seemed to grow an additional year older, had long been unable to do without the goji berries in his thermos.

But the effects were not significant.

So, he chose to come to the hospital, because avoiding doctors for certain things really isn't advisable.

The treatment results were good; he felt his body was much more relaxed. Today, he especially tried to hold it in for a long time, hoping to recapture the fulfilling sensation of his youth.

But...

After holding it in the bathroom for quite a while, Luo Xingyi, who felt that if he held it any longer something bad would happen, finally decided to let go.

"Eh? Why's it floating upwards?"

"Damn, I've awakened a superpower!"

"Hahaha..."

"Hey, why can't I control it, why is it all flying away?"

"Damn, there's a ghost!"