On the Self-Cultivation of a Backup

The fog had dispersed somewhat, but it was still thick.

Outside was even damper and colder than inside the tent. With just his naked eyes, Li Jiayu could see the logistics department members dozens of meters away from the tent.

They seemed to be discussing how to handle the Bug Crystals.

Li Jiayu could not be bothered with that. He casually glanced around, then tremblingly began to undo his belt.

After fumbling around for a long time and looking at the fair little thing that was so mismatched with his figure, Li Jiayu felt like crying but had no tears.

Back then, although he had not been artillery-grade, he had at least possessed a little cannon.

And in his previous life, he had even been able to borrow the huge club of a legendary gorilla—long or short, thick or thin. That had been the good life.

Who would have thought that now...

Li Jiayu was only thinking about it. He had never actually used that giant gorilla club to poke anyone.

With female hormones filling his body, combined with the icy chill outside, Li Jiayu's hands trembled even harder.

When he ended up peeing on his pants, Li Jiayu's pretty face changed color again. He forcefully stopped himself, thought for a moment, then simply squatted down to take care of it.

Thinking back to his previous life, when he had been the Great Dark Summoner, what hardship and suffering had he not endured? Squatting on the ground to pee was nothing that could stir up Li Jiayu's sense of shame.

He decisively took off his pants. Enduring the chill rising from within his body, Li Jiayu's little water pipe tirelessly drained the reserves from his great reservoir.

At that moment, Ling Shaoping happened to follow that fresh, faint body fragrance