Sheng Yang turned and hurried over. What she saw made her eyelids flutter.
The young man was hugging a tree and screaming miserably. He was no longer as mature as before.
And there was a chicken under the tree. A mechanical chicken, to be precise.
"Are you afraid of chickens?" Sheng Yang looked up at him with imperceptible interest.
"Get it away, get it away…" The young man had lost all reason. He could not look at the creature's pointed mouth at all, so he could only close his eyes and raise his head.
However, a strange phenomenon was taking place. The more he didn't want to look at it, the easier it was for him to recall its appearance. Therefore, he held onto the tree tightly, but he was still trembling like a leaf. He broke out in a cold sweat. Some of the sweat even flowed down his face. Coupled with his jade-like skin, he looked like one of the famous ancient beauties.
