Otherwise, if Barefoot Immortal were entangled in mid-air and his head hit the ground at high speed, he'd be dead for sure.
"Bro, you forgot, I just said earlier, there's a way to help you vomit?" Rosen said earnestly.
"What, this is your way to make me vomit?" Jia Baoyu said incredulously, "Even eating shit couldn't make me vomit, and you want to use foot odor? You must be joking!"
Hearing this, Rosen thought it made sense.
But Barefoot Immortal, who had just landed like a bomb, suddenly jumped up and objected, "No, don't believe what Jia Baoyu says. The after-effect of my foot odor is strong. Just give it five seconds, and he won't be able to stand it and will vomit!"
Jia Baoyu sneered and said, "It's already been five seconds since you said that. Have I vomited yet?"
Jia Baoyu also laughed wildly, thinking Barefoot Immortal was too naive. His foot odor was far below the level of defending dissertation topics.
