Sneaking Demon Ancestor Luohu's Poop to Fertilize the Tree? Di Jun: I'm Claiming This Treasure!

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up. Seeing how impatient Di Jun looked, he immediately agreed.

"Sure, sure. As long as you get me the materials, Martial Nephew will fire up the furnace right away!"

The two had only just reached a verbal agreement when their eyes drifted back to the surreal spectacle still unfolding in the sky.

Ancestor Minghe clutched the Book of Tieba. The expression on his face had gone from its initial fury

to extreme excitement, now tinged with a sickly flush.

He stared fixedly at Di Jiang, who was being tormented beyond endurance, his gaze feverish.

"Hahahaha! What do I care about dignity? What do I care about face?"

"None of that matters in the slightest now!"

"What matters is making that brute Di Jiang lose every last shred of dignity!"

"I'm going to vent my anger in the most satisfying way!"

Minghe took a deep breath, flipped a page, and shouted again.

"Bend!!!"

A strange law descended.

Ancestor Witch Dijiang, who had once been broad and muscular, shuddered violently.

Then his thick legs drew together of their own accord, clamping tightly shut.

His huge, fan-like hands covered his mouth.

His eyes turned bashful and terrified, and he let out a voice so high-pitched it made people's skin crawl.

"Oh my~~"

"Big sis, you scared me!"

"Eeeheehee~~"

His tone and coy mannerisms were so girlish that he made Cihang look manly by comparison.

"Pfft!"

Down below, Di Jun couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

He even mimicked the leg-clamping motion a couple of times before waving a hand.

"No, no!"

"I can't pull off those moves of his!"

"Way too intense. It's too painful to watch!"

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly, gazing up at the sky with a sigh.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"Martial Uncle Di Jiang... he's