"Perhaps..." Zhou Qing's eyes lit up, "I can continue to pretend that I'm raising it without a care!"
Since it is related to the Starry Battlefield and likely the vessel for that black heart, it must have something that protects its life.
If I find myself in danger and have it with me, perhaps at a critical moment, something unexpected might happen as it tries to save itself.
With this thought, he smiled slightly, carefully moving to the side of the bed.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and gently stroked the old hen's head, then down its neck and across its back feathers.
"Quite silky..." he murmured softly, pinching its white, tender claws.
Besides, I've bathed you many times and slept with you, what else is there to fear?
At the worst, I will treat you better in the future; who knows, one day if you truly awaken, you might grant me an opportunity for all my efforts, even if not meritorious.
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