"Yes..."
Several brave warriors, with towels stuffed into their noses, struggled toward the tent. Damn, this wasn’t a job for humans! Even with their noses plugged, the stench was inescapable!
All eyes were on the tent, everyone eager to see the outco. The commotion from Little Song had been huge and he’d been at it for thirty minutes. What kind of effect had he produced?
The warriors, enduring the nauseating stench, swiftly dismantled the tent.
A chorus of gasps filled the inside and outside of the Beast Fighting Arena! Good heavens! What were they seeing? It was like a small hill!
Damn, are you sure this was produced by a little squirrel? This pile of poop was bigger than Little Song’s body! It had to weigh at least dozens of pounds!
Thump, Ciren Wangdui collapsed onto the ground, butt first. He simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing!
Damn it, there was no way he could eat this pile of poop in a week!
What was even more devastating was that he couldn’t back out or cheat. He had personally confird that Tanmu Village hadn’t pulled any tricks. Ciren Wangdui felt like dying!
Mo Yuqi swallowed hard, feeling a tingle in her body. Oh my god, was this really done by that adorable Little Song?
It was terrifying. Could she ever hold Little Song again?
Sangba was about to die laughing. He yelled out loud, "Hahaha! Ciren Wangdui! What do you have to say for yourself now? Hurry up and eat!"
Ciren Wangdui looked pleadingly at his father, Ciren Shizong, who also wore a helpless expression. He regretted coming here for a thrill.
"Deji, brother, don’t you think you went a bit too far with this?"
Deji himself felt it might have been too much and turned to glance at Qin Yu, as it was between Qin Yu and Ciren Wangdui that the bet had been made.
"Not too far at all, not in the slightest. This was Ciren Wangdui’s insistent request. Where’s the excess?" Qin Yu grinned.
"I truly can’t eat that much," Ciren Wangdui had to lower his proud head.
Hearing these words, the village chiefs did not lose respect for Ciren Wangdui because it indeed was an impossible task.
"If Brother Ciren Wangdui really can’t eat it, then let’s change the bet," Qin Yu suggested with a grin.
"Change the bet? What bet?" Ciren Wangdui was utterly confused.
"The White Wolf’s corpse is mine, then you just need to touch the poop a bit, no need to eat it," Qin Yu said with a smirky smile.
Touch it a bit? Ciren Wangdui’s throat kept heaving with dry retches! Although he often analyzed things through the droppings of horses and wolves, Little Song’s droppings were just too slly!
Seeing Ciren Wangdui’s reluctance, Qin Yu smirked and said, "Not willing, huh? If you’re unwilling, then forget it. Brother Ciren Wangdui, you might as well finish eating all this poop! I’m very reasonable; by your eating capacity, you should be able to finish in about a week."
A week? Ciren Wangdui almost vomited on the spot!
"I agree! I agree to it!"
Confusion spread over Sangba’s face. Why would Master Qin let Ciren Wangdui off the hook so easily? Even if he did, Ciren Wangdui wouldn’t be grateful.
Unfortunately for Sangba, Qin Yu ignored his inquiring gaze and continued with a smirking smile, "Then it’s agreed, the White Wolf is mine!"
"Yes! The White Wolf is yours!" To Ciren Wangdui, the White Wolf was as good as dead and thus worthless; might as well treat it as recycling!
"Sangba, please move the White Wolf into a tent, and rember to be gentle when you lift it," Qin Yu turned to speak to Sangba.
"Certainly!" Sangba nodded his head, then turned to Ciren Wangdui with expectation, "Brother Wangdui, I don’t want to miss the show! Hurry up! Get to touching the Guardian Beast Little Song’s poop."
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