Zi Chen looked at the big white egg in his arms and realized that he had eaten one raw before, which was why he became like this.

Perhaps, due to his accidental collision, he had a unique aura on his body, which caused them to mistake him for the same kind, and this made them no longer hostile.

Thinking of this possibility, Zi Chen didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. These chickens regarded him as a chicken.

Fortunately, I'm the only one here, otherwise I wouldn't have been laughed to death?

The previous fatigue was long gone. Zi Chen felt that his strength had increased a lot and his steps were much more flexible.

At this moment, an insect suddenly sprang out from the ground and bit Zi Chen.

Snap!

Zi Chen directly knocked the opponent away, and there were four small holes in his wrist. Blood flowed out of it. He felt that his arm was numb, as if he had been poisoned.

"Damn it, if only I could play with fire like those chickens."

At this moment, Zi Chen cursed secretly. Facing such a living environment, he didn't mind having the abilities of a chicken.

In another place in another world, a kind-hearted monk put his hands together and said with compassion on his face, "Amitabha, the Buddha did not want to kill you, but you died because of the Buddha. God has the virtue of a good life, and may you have endless good rewards in the next life.

It’s good, it’s good.”

The young monk put his palms together again and chanted the Buddha's name.
Chapter completed!