Li Banfeng dragged Han Xiaoxuan into the Portable Residence.
Being able to move him was already not easy, and without external equipment, Han Xiaoxuan's techniques failed, causing most of the dust to return to his body. This man single-handedly created a factory, and his weight was imaginable.
Li Banfeng also attracted quite a bit of dust. He sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and used the High Pillow Worry-Free Skill. Soon, he broke out in a sweat, began to vomit violently, coughed up a lot of phlegm, and shed many tears.
His wife boiled hot water, allowing Li Banfeng to take a bath, clearing all the dust that remained between his pores, respiratory tract, mouth, stomach, and eyes.
The dust slithered slowly towards Han Xiaoxuan, quickly merging with his body.
Hong Ying looked a bit disgusted: "Qi Lang, what kind of person is this?"
