This scene made Feng Shaohui feel as if the entire world had plunged into darkness, devoid of even a sliver of hope.
My God, I'm Feng Shaohui, known as the Little Overlord of Putuo Mountain. On my way, whose pears haven't I taken, whose girl haven't I fondled? Who dared to utter a word of complaint?
And now, look at me, a grand young master, scared to the point of wetting my pants. My God, of all the shameful things one could do, this is what I managed to pull off. How am I supposed to mix with others after this?
Ye Ling smelled the odor and couldn't help but turn his head away in disgust, his face full of contempt, and he even kicked Feng Shaohui, who was crying and staring blankly on the ground.
"I mean, how old are you, still pissing your pants? Aren't you ashamed? Get up for me!"
Ye Ling immediately lost interest. This was supposed to be fun, but with one kick, the urine was squeezed right out.
