"Caw caw!" The weak chicken alertly flapped its stubby wings and looked at the three humans encircling it.
Ha ha, don't think it couldn't see the "My food" that was greedily written in these three humans' eyes…
Qiao Mu facepalmed and exasperatedly turned away.
She did not need to look to foresee the tragic fate of Monkey and his cohort…
Even a level-four mystic cultivator like her could not catch the weak chicken, let alone these three guys.
"Ah, caw!!! Pah!" The weak chicken suddenly leaped up, bristling in anger, and escaped while flapping its wings. The speed of its slender legs could match that of lightning when it fled.
A tornado whipped around the three dumbstruck workers.
D*mn… How did a chicken possess this kind of speed?
The three workers simultaneously turned around. One worker shot forward with his net and aimed it at the chicken on the ground.
