A Desperate Tang Hao Wanted to Hammer Tang Yuehua to Death

The three sides fell into a stalemate.

Not long afterward, Hanami finished absorbing the hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jogo and Hanami prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Hanami gave Tang San a long look, her eyes filled with reluctance and worry. In the end, however, she said nothing and turned away.

Before he left, Mahito deliberately stretched out his arm. Once he was sure he could not smell the stench, he patted Gangzi's shoulder and used Idle Transfiguration with a mocking smile, then immediately withdrew his hand.

"Whew... we survived." Ma Hongjun collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

"As long as everyone is all right." Gangzi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Having lost control of his bowels in public had humiliated him, so he did his best to maintain the bearing of an expert, putting on a brave front as he spoke.

Everyone exchanged looks, then instinctively glanced at Gangzi, their expressions turning to disgust. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong reflexively covered their noses.

But when they got a clear look at Gangzi's face, their eyes filled with horror, as though they had seen a ghost.

Gangzi: "...?"

At first, he thought they were looking at him that way because he had soiled himself. His face flushed with anger, but he did not know what to say.

"Xiaogang, your face..." Flender stared at his old friend, utterly dumbfounded.

Gangzi still had his bushy beard and crew cut, but his face was now as long as a donkey's, shaped remarkably like a mango!

"What's wrong with my face?" Gangzi looked puzzled.

"Teacher... take a good look..." With a disgusted expression, Tang San took out a mirror and handed it to Gangzi.

Gangzi took the mirror in confusion and glanced at it, only for horror to spread