The wild chicken in his hand was expertly cut up in no time, and pieces of chopped chicken meat were floating in the pot. Gu Changsheng turned his head, only to see his own Fire Chicken walking over with the slow, leisurely steps of a cat—the slowness was almost agonizing!
Therefore, Gu Changsheng promptly began to urge it on with clear dissatisfaction.
Upon hearing the urging of its feeder, the Fire Chicken rolled its eyes—a clear show of reluctance!
"Oh my god, are you looking for trouble? Fire Chicken, do you believe I could pluck all those fiery feathers off you?" Seeing this, the always impatient Gu Changsheng's urging quickly turned into a threat.
The Fire Chicken trembled at the words!
For the sake of its fiery feathers! It could lose face, even its head, but not its feathers!
Just one word: Run!
Watching the Fire Chicken obediently nestled at the bottom of the pot, acting as firewood, Gu Changsheng felt completely satisfied.
