The Fat Chicken clucked at her feet, and Gou Tuizi fully agreed with Jing Shu's statement.
Speaking of this, when Jing Shu first boarded the 808 cargo ship, she saw a peculiar sight: Tan Ke's dense hair had been methodically pecked, strand by strand, into a chicken's nest. The Fat Chicken was comfortably nestled there, two black chicks perched on her back.
It was hard to imagine that a 2-meter-tall, muscular man, who had exuded such a powerful aura when Jing Shu first met him, now had chickens nesting on his head.
The Fat Chicken was large, and Tan Ke was strong. This combination made it look as if Tan Ke were wearing a brownish-yellow, feathery chicken hat. And what a hat it was—an old hen that actually moved, weighed over forty kilograms, and was so plump it fanned out like a giant parasol, completely obscuring Tan Ke's vision.
Jing Shu: "..."
