Please, I Have a Bad Stomach, Not What You Think!

As soon as Wang Ze traveled to another world, he was treated as an undercover agent of the Immortal Sect and placed in the Demon Sect. Chili pepper water, tiger stool, lifting fingernails... All kinds of torture were carried out in turn. He was tortured until life was worse than death, and his body was completely damaged. When Wang Ze was considering whether to bite his tongue and commit suicide, he was saved by the demon saint. Demonic Saint: Wang Ze, if you want to survive, you have to become my plaything! Wang Ze: Bah, devil, even if I die, I will never agree to it! … Half a year later Demon Sect Saint: Wang Ze, your stomach is not feeling well. Is the food cooked by the kitchen today still to your liking? Wang Ze had a shy face and said with a smile: "Hey, it smells so good!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.