Still want to eat my chicken? Dream on!
But the steel bars melted.
It seems that anything swallowed in would melt.
But this thing never actively devours anything around it.
Jing Shu put in some insects again, letting them bite at the membrane of the Black Egg, but the membrane seemed to be one with the egg, appearing soft but as if glued together, impossible to bite off.
So this thing that's like an egg but also like a membrane, soft and squishy like Hulk's slime, what exactly is it??
Since that's the case, Jing Shu had no choice but to unleash the big move!
"Fat chicken, take the field!!"
"Cluck cluck!!"
The fat chicken hadn't taken the stage alone for such a long time, it's long been restless, ready to make a big splash and drop everyone's jaws.
The fat chicken, now enlarged by a circle, raised to a size as big as a small calf, was so chubby that Grandma Jing would definitely give it some squeezing back home, but outside, it couldn't act spoiled.
