Sang Yan caught sight of the storied Puluo King.
Unlike what she had imagined, the Puluo King was a young, chubby fellow.
But he was too fat.
Tiny head, no neck, and a horizontal expanse; sitting on the couch, he resembled a white, blooming mountain.
Definitely weighed four hundred pounds.
That heavy, and he was still eating.
"Mr. Jiu, please, have a seat."
His warm invitation was accompanied by him gnawing on a pig's trotter.
He just gnawed away, his mouth glistening with oil.
She watched in shock and also remembered what Qi Jiu had reminded her earlier: Du Shan used to be a beggar who developed some problems due to hunger.
What kind of problems from hunger are these?
He must have gone mad with hunger!
"King, you seem to have gained weight again."
Qi Jiu looked at the other's massive body, which required the assistance of four or five people to move, and furrowed his brows tightly.
