Chapter Fifty-Eight: There Are Always Diao People Who Want to Harm Me

If you don't keep up, you can't do it, who knows where the tiger will take that woman?

Who knows if the woman will die in the end?

Regarding the tenacious vitality of the Son of Destiny, He Chuan really said that he loved and hated.

What you love is that you can also be regarded as a child of destiny, so your vitality must also be tenacious.

But he still needs to kill other children of destiny, and He Chuan is also a little helpless about this tenacious vitality.

Eventually, followed by the spicy chicken, the tiger returned to its lair with the woman.

In the nest, there is a tiger cub.

The moment he saw the tiger cub, He Chuan suddenly subconsciously patted the head of the spicy chicken.

This tiger cub looks like a spicy chicken.

Is it a spicy chicken species?

With a suspicious look on his face, he glanced at the golden spicy chicken, and then at the golden tiger cub, He Chuan suddenly thought about it with a serious face.

Well...... Can chickens and tigers have babies?

This is a problem.

He Chuan was thinking, thinking very seriously.

But the tiger, at this time, put the woman in his mouth next to the tiger cub.

Then......

"Click~~~"

Hearing the crisp sound in his ears, He Chuan suddenly subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Then, He Chuan gave the spicy chicken two big mouths.

In the tiger's lair, the tiger cub had bitten the woman's throat and began to eat it.

And the spicy chicken that was slapped by He Chuan with two big mouths was still flying in the air with a blank face at this time.

Glancing at the spicy chicken with a blank face, and then at the golden tiger that was eating Zhengxiang in the nest, He Chuan was speechless for a moment, but finally patted the spicy chicken on the head and asked him to leave here.

Why did you choose such a spicy chicken in the first place!

Compared with that golden tiger, it's really a spicy chicken!

He Chuan, who hated iron but not steel, didn't have the heart to give the spicy chicken two big mouths at this time, but silently lay on top of the spicy chicken's head, not knowing what he was thinking.

A moment later, the spicy chicken had already flown over the jungle and over the meadows.

And He Chuan also slowly controlled his emotions during this time.

At least, He Chuan will no longer have the idea of having a shark's fin to smoke the spicy chicken to death.

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

Compared with the crisp golden tiger, the spicy chicken is simply a scum.

But He Chuan said that spicy chicken can still be cultivated.

Well...... At least for now, He Chuan still has such thoughts.

He Chuan, who had restrained his emotions, turned over slightly, and then also lowered his gaze below.

To be honest, lying on the head of the spicy chicken and looking down, there is indeed a feeling of relaxation.

Especially when the spicy chicken flies, it is very stable, lying on the hair of the spicy chicken, as comfortable as lying on the sofa at home.

Moreover, this sofa is fleshy and soft.

After carefully feeling the comfort of the spicy chicken's head, He Chuan caught a glimpse of a city out of the corner of his eye.

A city with tall walls on the perimeter.

When noticing that city, He Chuan's expression was flat.

It's just a city, and it's not that I haven't seen it, and there are not ten cities where spicy chicken flew before, but also eight.

However, after his head crashed for a second, He Chuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the city.

The next moment, a snow-white missile with a long tail flame appeared in He Chuan's eyes.

The moment he saw the missile, He Chuan's first reaction was to jump directly from the top of the spicy chicken's head.

But before he could make a move, a thought flashed through his mind.

Why run?

I'm the final boss on this planet, why do I have to hide from missiles?

As some people often say.

We humans have worked hard to evolve for tens of thousands of years, not so that I can eat vegetables here!

That's the reason.

After reacting in his heart, a cold light suddenly appeared in He Chuan's eyes.

Lying on top of the spicy chicken's head, eating hot pot and singing.

Why do you want to hit me with a missile?

Lost Lei Lou!

He Chuan, who was startled by the missile, suddenly became angry in his heart.

If He Chuan was an ordinary person, he would be angry, and he would not be able to solve the problem at all.

But He Chuan is not an ordinary person, he is now extremely glad that he has become a kun, otherwise, he may really die in vain.

While angry in his heart, He Chuan did not lose his mind to do some mentally retarded behaviors such as carrying missiles.

As soon as his mind moved, He Chuan's spiritual power immediately enveloped the missile that was flying towards him quickly.

After wrapping the missile, He Chuan simply threw the missile directly into the city.

Since I like missiles so much, I'll give them back to you.

At this time, He Chuan's spiritual power had already locked on those guys who fired missiles, as well as those guys who gave them orders.

And that missile was also thrown directly by He Chuan at the place where those people were.

A moment later, seeing He Chuan, who suddenly had a fireball rising in the city, slowly turned the head of the spicy chicken and let him fly to other places.

He Chuan didn't know how much trouble that missile had caused to that city.

He also didn't know how terrified the city's higher-ups were when they saw the missile fly back suddenly.

He didn't even know that although he still felt that he was a human now, what he did was no longer human.

If He Chuan was asked to say what he was thinking now, he would definitely say so.

He is the final boss of this planet, and he can be called the existence of the ball commander.

And among the animals under his rule, some rebellious ministers and thieves named the children of destiny are always trying to subvert my rule.

There are always people who want to harm me!

In short, it is He Chuan, a kun, who is too persecuted and paranoid.

But He Chuan himself doesn't think so.

He Chuan, who was lying on the head of the spicy chicken and flew in other directions, was chatting with the spicy chicken at this time.

"Spicy Chicken, do you think those people deserve to die?"

"Goo Goo Goo ~~~"

"What? Their missiles are all thrown in your face, what are you doing like this? ”

"Goo Goo Goo ~~~"

"Those people are normal, they are not children of destiny, they are not so difficult to kill, you have to believe me."

"Goo Goo Goo ~~~"

"It's a big deal to go to another world in the future, so you can kill enough, huh...... Actually, this world can too. ”

“......”

Talking to spicy chicken is actually a very boring thing.

Because He Chuan didn't know what the spicy chicken said, he couldn't decipher the spicy chicken's cooing anyway.

However, He Chuan is still happy to do it, because no matter what the spicy chicken says, He Chuan can make up what the spicy chicken said, and then continue to speak.