Seeing their embarrassed expressions as well as their lifted buttocks and clamped legs, Leng Shuang felt relieved. Mistress said that when the medicine was consumed it would produce gas. It was indeed made sense.
She did know what the medicine was for, but looking at the two men, it was better than giving them a beating.
Hell's Lord glanced at the two men behind him and told them with a frown, "Go and stand outside the courtyard." He meant to give those two the cold-shoulder. They had been continuously farting all the way while following him. How could he shake them off?
"Master, help us to say good words to the Ghost Doctor and seek an antidote. Look at us two like this, it's really not very elegant!!" Gray Wolf said awkwardly. When he finished talking, another farting sound could be heard. He passed gas on this side, while at the same time, Shadow One also broke wind over the other side. Hell's Lord's handsome face turned gloomy.
