Jiutian thought about it for a few seconds, but he didn't remember who it was, so he shook his head and prepared to go home. He took a few steps forward and happened to pass by the group, and some conversation fell into his ears.

The old man at the head looked proud and said, "Hmph, what did Xiao Li say just now about the most beautiful spiritual plant class." I've seen it, and it's all grandstanding. A serious spiritual teacher should focus on the content of the class. Relying on these small means to attract students will not be able to get on the stage. ”

"Director Fu is right. Someone next to him immediately complimented him, and then said with a smile: "But I heard that they are two very young teachers, and it is understandable that they are inexperienced." ”

"What's wrong with being young? Being young can mistake people's children? Now the younger generation of spiritual planters are less and less concerned about us old-timers. Just last time, I taught a young man a few words online, and he scolded me. I see that this kind of morally corrupt young spirit planter should be eliminated from the team of spirit planters, lest a rat poop spoil a pot of soup. The more the old man at the head spoke, the more angry he became, and the spittle stars came out.

"Yes, yes, Director Fu is right. Someone hurriedly chimed in.

Director Fu?

It turns out that you are Fu Jiande?

Jiutian recognized Fu Jiande, but Fu Jiande didn't know Jiutian.

When he came back to his senses, Jiutian realized that this Fu Jiande was scolding himself, who was not serious about stepping on a horse, who was morally corrupt?

It's been a long time, and this careful-eyed old immortal still remembers it. This was still touched by myself.,When I didn't touch it.,I don't know how many times this old thing has dissed itself in private!

Grandma, a legged! Uncle can endure it, and aunt can't bear it! Jiutian was worried that no one would experiment with the power of his props, so he didn't have a long eye to send it to the door.

Jiu Tian had to grit his teeth, directly facing Fu Jiande's back, and used the prop [Dad's Stinky Socks].

Fu Jiande and his party were about to go upstairs, when suddenly a terrible stench enveloped them.

"Wow! it stinks!" someone retched on the spot.

"Whose feet stink!" everyone covered their noses and looked around for the source of the smell.

Among them, Fu Jiande felt the deepest, the smell bore the brunt of it completely enveloping him, and he felt that every pore of his was resisting this terrible smell.

"Go downstairs first, go downstairs first, I haven't smelled this downstairs just now!

As soon as someone reminded them, others ran down the stairs. Fu Jiande also covered his nose and ran down.

It's good that Fu Jiande didn't move, but this move, the smell became more intense. Finally, someone vomited on the spot. It also splashed on Fu Jiande's clothes.

Fu Jiande's face changed on the spot, and he was just about to open his mouth to scold angrily, but this mouth, another foul smell came to his face. Frightened, he covered his mouth and nose again, and could only glare at the man fiercely.

When a few people ran downstairs, they found that the smell had not disappeared as they expected, and it was still terrible.

Two more people vomited on the spot. Fu Jiande was sprayed again.

The little sister at the front desk hurriedly walked over to ask about the situation, and as soon as she got closer, she immediately changed her face, revealing a terrifying look, screaming so stinky, she fled like a rabbit, and didn't dare to approach again.

This disgusting scene made the entire hall change their faces, and they were far away from them as if they were fleeing the plague, and there was no disgust and disdain in their eyes. The area of influence of stinky socks is three meters, and they have not yet been scourged.

Fu Jiande's face was pale, he was one of the three directors of the association, when had he been looked at with such a gaze? It was so ashamed that he wanted to commit suicide.

The few people around Fu Jiande finally understood that this smell was emanating from one of them, otherwise the other people in the hall would have nothing else to do.

"Spread it all out! Don't let me find out whose smell it is! I'm so angry!" Fu Jiande covered his mouth and nose and roared angrily.

There was an uproar, and several people dispersed, each several meters away. The stench disappeared all at once.

Only Fu Jiande covered his nose alone, with an expression that was about to suffocate.

What's going on? What's going on with this horse? Fu Jiande was suddenly blindsided.

"Director Fu, in your pocket. A person stopped talking and pointed to the corner of a sock leaking out of the pocket of Fu Jiande's clothes.

Fu Jiande pulled out the socks suddenly, and the rich and sour taste suddenly rose to a new level.

Fu Jiande also sprayed, throwing the socks out desperately while vomiting.

When everyone saw the smelly socks flying over, their faces changed, and they fled like frightened birds.

Fu Jiande was so angry that he almost fainted, he knew that today's face was lost, so he covered his face and ran out of the building of the Spirit Plant Association, preparing to go home immediately and hide for a month and never see anyone again. He had just run out into the street when he suddenly felt a shadow fall overhead. He subconsciously raised his head.

He saw a flock of birds flying over his head, and bird droppings scattered in the sky like a torrential downpour.

Fu Jiande clearly heard the crisp sound of bird droppings dripping on his face.

There was silence in the hall, and everyone waited to see this strange scene.

Where did so many birds come from this horse at the end of November?

Fu Jiande stood on the spot like a fool, his whole body covered with white, black, and yellow bird droppings. A few people in the hall of the association who were originally accompanying Fu Jiande didn't dare to go out when they saw this scene, for fear that they would also splash filth on the spot.

People came and went on the street, pedestrians passing by, and cars passing by all stopped to stare at this strange scene, and there were many discussions.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death. What's going on?"

"It's strange, how can there be so many birds in flocks on such a cold day?"

"Eh, do you think this person is stupid? Why don't you hurry up and take a bath?"

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe it's some kind of performance art that we can't appreciate. This is to exhort people to live in harmony with nature. ”

"I'm going to take a picture with this artist. ”

A young boy walked up to Fu Jiande with great interest, took out his mobile phone and was about to take a group photo.

Fu Jiande's face was distorted, he waved his arms excitedly, and the bird droppings on his body couldn't stop dripping, and he was about to scold. But I don't know why, but a wave of emotion suddenly rose in his heart, as if there was a kind mother soothing his heart.

A strong impulse surged into Fu Jiande's heart, and he couldn't help but shout affectionately: "Mom." ”

The young boy was stunned on the spot, and his heart was disgusted, so he turned his head and left, scolding as he went: "What kind of thing? Who are you? Mom? You are so old, don't mess with your relatives?

A gust of wind blew, and Fu Jiande suddenly felt that the world in front of him began to spin.

Then, our Fu Da really fainted.