This is so absurdly cautious, asking directly how to die!
Brother Cheng's eyes twinkled, his mischievous side emerged.
"Can you crap on his head?"
Imagine the esteemed Profound Immortal, thinking he's got victory in hand, suddenly a pile of poop falls on his head.
What a thrill that would be.
Xiaobai was patting his chest, claiming he could do anything.
Upon hearing this, he froze instantly.
He could only shake his head in shame: "Can't do it."
He's not a normal spirit, let alone he doesn't even have a physical form now.
Such a high difficulty maneuver as crapping, he might never achieve it in his life.
No way, it's a racial disadvantage.
"Alas!"
Brother Cheng sighed and said earnestly: "That's why I said long ago, don't talk too big."
When did you ever say that?
Xiaobai was a bit puzzled.
But it seemed his dad was indeed stronger than himself, he didn't dare to refute.
"Not knowing how to crap, you still have a long way to go, a lot to learn from Dad."
