"Racial talent, you just can't help but admire it!" Zhang Menglong muttered, "I'll ask Teacher Yao Chen later if there's an elixir in Alchemy that can do that, hehehe!"
The soldiers had checked his clothes inside and out and then, to Zhang Menglong's shock, started to search the only place he could possibly conceal a weapon.
"Damn it!" Zhang Menglong felt nauseous all of a sudden, as scenes from Bilibili videos and certain sophisticated phrases filled his mind.
"Isn't this taste a bit too heavy? Aren't they afraid of getting sick after such a thorough inspection?" Zhang Menglong looked disgusted.
Suddenly, a cold barrel pressed against Zhang Menglong's back, "What are you spacing out for? Move it or move it! Strip!"
Zhang Menglong was lost in thought, and this action abruptly interrupted his train of thought.
