"What the hell does this smell like!" The other person retched for a long time, opened his mouth in surprise, and asked me with his teeth full of sesame seeds. "What?" Basically every word I spoke was a word that required a large amount of air to be exhaled. This was because of Sun Zixun, whose eyes were revealed, and the black eyes turned upward. . This guy definitely guessed that I was going to fight with you to the end, so he took his stinky feet up and sat cross-legged on the seat in the car. While sitting, he fanned me and muttered: "Oh, I don't know when the sweat on my feet will evaporate away!" I didn't answer, first I leaned out of the car seat and suddenly After taking a breath, start to exhale out towards where the other person is sitting, and then lean out again. After only a few moments of this, the three passengers on the opposite seat all covered their noses and ran out, fearing that if they were not careful, we would be suffocated to death. It was already night, and most of the passengers were asleep, but some of them were still awake. When they saw the two of us fighting, they all focused their attention on the two of us. After I was able to hold on for more than ten minutes, Lao Cao walked back from the connection between the two carriages. When we were about one meter away from the seat, Lao Cao held his nose and asked loudly: "I'm Ciao, what does this smell like? Who has eaten shit or something?" I gave Lao Cao a hard look, and this The old man immediately shut his mouth knowingly, then turned around and walked towards the connection between the carriages again. It is estimated that if this guy was squeezed between the two of us, he would be suffocated to death, if not to death! ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I was trying my best to spit out the bad smell in my mouth towards the other person, while I kept rubbing my belly clockwise with my right hand. You know, if you have dry stool, you can use my method, rub your belly clockwise to speed up the peristalsis of the intestines. If you have diarrhea, rub your intestines counterclockwise to store the food in the intestines as much as possible, so as to reduce the redness and swelling of the buttocks. To be honest, I was about to vomit because of the smelly feet of the other party. If the young master hadn't been so strong-willed, I would have given in long ago. If you don¡¯t believe me, look at Lao Cao, he hid early. Moreover, the passengers around our seats in this carriage, except for those who were asleep, basically stayed away from us. In the originally overcrowded train, there was only a lot of space for the two of us. Tell me how unpleasant the smell was. The grandson still refused to admit defeat, because the breath thing did not last long enough after all. The more I vomited, the less strength I had, while the other party became fierce and decided to fight me to the end. After more than half an hour, my tone gradually became less harsh, and the grandson actually took off his socks, picked at the seam between his toes with his fingers, and then put the fingers that had picked at his feet on his nose. Smell it. "Ugh~~" After seeing this, a passenger onlookers vomited instantly. Fortunately, there was no food in his stomach. Otherwise, if he really vomited it out, the smell of this carriage, hehe, it would not be a place for people to stay. . Fortunately, the young master has seen big battles, and the other party¡¯s childish tactics are still bearable to me. And as the opponent started to enlarge his moves, I found that my stomach started to growl. It seemed that it wouldn't take much time before my ultimate move was released. After the grandson realized that I was not intimidated by his disgusting behavior, he actually raised his dirty and smelly socks high and put them in the car light for a look. I guess I was a little dizzy from being smoked by the other party. I actually saw a stream of yellow smoke coming out from that smelly sock. This is definitely a chemical weapon, absolutely! Then I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and then the anus at the back relaxed, and the pressure suddenly decreased. ¡°Pfft~~~¡± was heard in the ears. The sound was extremely subtle and difficult to detect. It just lasted for more than five seconds, which was definitely powerful enough. That kind of stuffy fart is probably only heard by our client, who is still holding his socks up, ready to put them up his nose and smell them, in order to disgust me. At the stage when I started to move the smelly socks closer to my nose, my carrot-smelling fart also came out. Because I was going out of town, the meal I had before leaving was seafood, and with the smell of this big radish, I felt dizzy after smelling it myself, let alone outsiders. I only saw that after the grandson came into contact with my "nirvana", the hand holding the smelly sock suddenly froze in the air, and then he quickly covered his nose with his other free hand, completely ignoring what he had just said. The act of digging into your feet with that hand. What¡¯s even more awesome is that I was choked by my own farts. I guess I just had enough to eat, so I burped unexpectedly.Then it came out and sprayed towards the opponent's face. I found that the grandson¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple began to shake up and down, and his mouth bulged, and it seemed that he could no longer hold it up. I acted very wickedly and retched, and then I looked at my grandson, instant noodle soup leaking out from between his fingers. I guess the last meal this guy ate was instant noodles, or Master Kong¡¯s spicy beef noodles. I You can see the red pepper foam inside. The battle of wits has reached this point, and the young master has achieved a staged victory. This grandson was quite ruthless, his little eyes widened, and then he swallowed the vomited stuff with all his strength. It didn't matter if he swallowed it. The onlookers couldn't bear it anymore. They either ran to the bathroom connecting the carriages to vomit, or they quickly turned their heads back and tried their best to prevent themselves from vomiting. The young master continued to rub his belly clockwise, planning his next big move! In order to stimulate my vision, the wretched man did not forget to chew a few times while swallowing, for fear that the residue in his mouth would reach his stomach and not be digested completely. The young master also increased the speed of rubbing his belly, fearing that he would not be able to defeat the opponent before he vomited out. So when the wretched man swallowed the last mouthful of the residue in his mouth, I also released my second ultimate move. "Compared with this release, the first release was just asking for directions at best, but this time it can be said that it has a long lasting charm. It doesn't mean how many seconds a fart lasts, but that after a huge muffled fart comes out, it is mixed with several subsequent smaller farts. Good guy! The already smelly air in the carriage was now completely polluted by the young master. How bad it stinks, let me put it this way, even the sleeping passengers in the seat next to us were awakened by my big move. "What does this smell like?" "Oh my God, who farted like a big carrot? Why is it so immoral?" "I'm the best! I'm the worst! I'm the worst!" "This is better than that. The smell of stinky feet is even worse, vomiting~~~¡± To be continued