In reality, some people describe the feeling of good cushioned shoes as "stepping on shit." By analogy, Liu Zheng felt like he had stepped into the shit of the Howling Celestial Dog.
The big and greasy pile of shit quickly moved away as well, causing his center of gravity to shift forward, nearly making him lose his balance.
Fortunately, he still had two tentacles.
The tentacle holding the Dragon Scale Blade twisted into a braid, changing a horizontal slash into a downward stab. The Dragon Scale Blade pierced into the Fungal Blanket, stabilizing Liu Zheng's stance.
He blinked twice, blood tears continuously flowing and leaving two shocking streaks on his face, yet his vision quickly recovered.
Liu Zheng looked ahead, not far away, Doppler was lowering his head to inspect his pant leg, where there was a footprint so clear it was like it had been printed.
"Do you know how much it costs to clean this suit?"
Doppler said with a pained expression.
