"Fatty!"
Su Bai immediately called out.
Fatty was passing water when he got startled by Su Bai’s shout. Then he looked down and found his kit was being taken in and out rapidly by a ghost whose eyes were all white.
"F*ck! Five Elements, Eight Diagrams, Great Tao Suppress All!"
Fatty formed a mark with his hands and then took a deep breath. His hyperemic part softened at once. It was surprising that he could force an impotence in this way.
"Damn it! No wonder I felt so good! I thought it was because I got lifted up during the salsa dance! Turns out this bastard is trying to steal my manliness!"
When the figure realized its failure, it immediately shrunk back into the jar. Fatty was extremely angry. Any man would get angry if his d*ck was kept in a ghost’s mouth, especially when it was such an ugly ghost instead of a pretty ghost lady.
"Face my spell!"
