Zhong Lichun and Wei Dengke sat by the waterfall with their noses covered. Using the airflow generated by the falling water at least made the air circulate a little faster, but even so, the two still covered their noses and stared at Mo Li, who was a full fifteen meters away, with extremely strange looks.
Mo Li sat on a rock like a pitiful little wife, his body smeared all over with that foul-smelling black substance. As the saying went, what you feared most was bound to happen. The Yeti that had been stationed here earlier came over to the three of them, pinned Mo Li down without a word, and smeared the foul-smelling substance all over him. Mo Li had really wanted to resist, but in the end, he gave up. He knew perfectly well that with his strength, it was impossible to break free from an adult Yeti's grip. If he resisted too fiercely and enraged the Yeti, he would only lose more than he gained. Thus, Mo Li could only endure his disgust and resentment and silently accept what was happening.
Those two utterly faithless scoundrels, Zhong Lichun and Wei Dengke, ran to the waterfall as if fleeing for their lives the moment they saw what was happening. Pinching their noses, they watched Mo Li suffer with looks of amusement, while Mo Li could only meet their eyes helplessly.
After smearing Mo Li, the Yeti returned to the cave. Even the Yeti that had brought them there stopped paying attention to them, leaving the three outside the cave. Clearly, it did not care whether they stayed or left. Zhong Lichun laid the girl flat on a long, smooth rock beside the waterfall, then began speaking quietly with Wei Dengke. Unfortunately, the sound of the waterfall was simply