The Saint King's eyes almost popped out! How could the mighty Soul Rakshasa, the Soul Rakshasa who loved cleanliness, drink… drink… urine?!
"Whose urine?!" The Saint King exploded.
"Mine," Xiaobao said.
The Saint King grabbed her throat. Compared to the dark cuisine that tasted so bad that she wanted to die, this cup of tea seemed to be more fatal. The Saint King felt terrible. The Saint King said angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask." Xiaobao spread his hands innocently.
The Saint King held onto the wall and retched a few times. That terrifying feeling came again. If she stayed any longer, she would probably twitch all over again. She had to calm down, calm down, calm down…
The beginning was unfavorable. The Saint King decided to leave this place for the time being. She stumbled out.
