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Being stuck by hemorrhoids on the chrysanthemum, I'm afraid Zhou Fatty is the first person since the ancient times who's had to deal with such a situation.
The beast horde is still charging, and since Zhou Quan is not dead, Lin Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, but the area ahead is the disaster zone.
Who knows what these Desolate Beasts eat on regular days, to release farts that can pollute the air within several hundred meters, and even with color.
To charge into this polluted zone and then rescue Zhou Quan from the Desolate Beast's chrysanthemum truly requires boundless courage.
However, at this moment, Lin Hao stopped overthinking and, clenching his teeth, held his breath and quickly rushed forward.
Fortunately, the fart was not poisonous. Charging in, Lin Hao just caught sight of Zhou Quan's plump half body stuck in the chrysanthemum, thankfully with his head facing out. However, on his belly was something like a meat tumor, firmly trapping him.
