Traveling to ancient times, with space

Chapter 169 Diarrhea

Dali casually tossed the fat man into the tent, then collapsed onto the comfortable recliner as if her body had fallen apart.

Immediately afterwards, she picked up a glass of ice-cold, sweet watermelon juice, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cool sensation flowed down her throat, instantly making her feel incredibly comfortable, just like Su Yue was feeling at that moment, so satisfied that she almost felt like she was floating.

"Dali, are you hungry?" Su Yue, who was also drinking watermelon juice, suddenly turned around and asked.

He smacked his lips loudly, licked them again as if still wanting more, and then replied weakly, "I'm so thirsty! I want something ice-cold..."

As he spoke, he held up the empty kettle in his hand, waved it at Su Yue, and gestured for her to pour him some more.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue was slightly taken aback, then her eyes lit up as if she had remembered something.

In recent years, every cold winter, the people in Zhaixinglou have made a lot of all kinds of ice cream.

Su Yue put all the ice creams into her spatial storage, but because she was busy with her rigorous cultivation, she didn't have much time to eat them.

Thinking of this, Su Yue couldn't help but smile: Hehe, this time we're in for a treat!

She then took out a large bowl of ice cream with a rich strawberry aroma from her spatial storage.

Then, the two of them couldn't wait to each grab a spoon and start wolfing down their food, one spoonful at a time.

Despite being inside the steamy tent, they paid no attention to any of that.

He was so engrossed in eating that he didn't even lift his head once.

As a result of eating in this way, both of them developed diarrhea.

When they were in the vast desert for the third time, they bent over and had a violent, gushing urination.

Even Su Yue, who always considered herself a celestial envoy, felt that her lofty status had vanished at this moment.

The two of them probably wouldn't dare to eat too much cold food again, since their diarrhea had made their legs feel weak and powerless.

Fortunately, after drinking the spiritual spring water, the discomfort was slightly relieved, and one felt completely refreshed.

Taking advantage of the blazing sun, Su Yue quickly dug two deep sand pits and lay down in them, hoping to expel the stagnant air from her body.

"Ah Yue, what exactly is this dampness? Why does doing this help expel it?"

Dali's questions are becoming more and more numerous these days, and many of them are quite tricky for Su Yue, who sometimes doesn't know how to answer them.

"Hmm... dampness, it's something that can have a negative impact on our bodies!"

As for why lying in hot sand can expel moisture, that's naturally because the sand is scorching hot from the sun!

As Su Yue explained, she buried most of her body deep in the sand.

However, the scorching sand felt as if it were baking her alive.

The scalding heat made her writhe in the sand like a caterpillar.

Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead like broken beads, dripping onto the sand beneath her and being completely absorbed in the blink of an eye.

Dali was completely buried in the sand by Su Yue, with only his head sticking out.

Her face was flushed, and large beads of sweat kept dripping down her cheeks and into the sand.

"Ah Yue...when will I finally be able to get out? This sand is burning hot! I feel like I'm being roasted alive!"

Dali mumbled weakly, his voice sounding so feeble, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Hearing Dali's pitiful cries, Su Yue quickly crawled out of the sand pile using both her hands and feet.

Then, with great effort, they dug out Dali, who was shouting that it was almost ripe.

Dali, finally seeing the light of day again, felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She opened her mouth wide and greedily inhaled the fresh air.

At the same time, he didn't forget to fan himself vigorously with his hands, trying to cool himself down.

After a while, Dali finally caught her breath. She wiped the sweat from her face, let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "Oh my god, I'm saved! I was almost cooked alive!"

After all that commotion, the two were completely exhausted and didn't even have the strength to lift their legs and take another step forward.

They slumped to the ground, panting heavily, and looked at each other's disheveled appearance, laughing foolishly.

Because the sand was too hot, the two didn't lie there for long before quickly returning to their tent.

After all that, Su Yue felt a little tired.

He brought the yellow-haired creature out of the space and instructed it to guard the surrounding area.

The yellow-haired boy, who was excited to be able to play again and was wagging his tail happily, suddenly felt a wave of heat coming towards him.

The heatwave seemed to engulf it completely, instantly making it listless, and even its tail stopped wagging.

"Waaah..." The blond-haired man let out a pitiful whimper, secretly lamenting his misery.

It lamented, "How miserable I am! The weather is so hot, yet I'm still wearing this thick coat of fur!"

However, Su Yue completely ignored Huang Mao's complaints and accusations.

She went straight to the chair and lay down heavily on it.

Before long, weariness washed over her like a tide, and Su Yue quickly drifted off to sleep, enjoying a very sweet sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, when Su Yue opened her eyes again, she found that it was already pitch black outside.

She turned to look at Dali beside her, only to see him still fast asleep, probably exhausted from the day.

So Su Yue got up, lit the campfire, set up the pot, and started cooking a pot of fragrant millet porridge.

While the porridge was cooking, she slipped into the space and took a long, refreshing bath.

After taking a bath, Su Yue also brought out a bucket of clean bathwater for Dali.

The night wind howled, whipping up clouds of dust that pounded against the tent with a crackling sound.

Beside a roaring fire sat two people, each holding a bowl of steaming porridge. One of them looked at the other with concern and asked, "Dali, does your stomach still hurt?"

Upon hearing the question, Dali quickly shook his head, indicating that he was no longer in pain.

She still had a mouthful of porridge in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out, making her look rather cute.