Chapter 169: Old Things of Youth: But Frivolous (3)
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One day after lunch, Qing Wei came to the poolside, and the chickens from other places who had been stuffed with countless corns drank water violently, probably very thirsty. Qing Wei asked, "Is it delicious?" β
A certain chicken: "......" If she hadn't saved him, and he was hungry, who would have eaten this broken corn!
Qing Wei took it as a default, and then touched the round little head of the chicken in the field with a smile, "It's good if you like it." Since my sister loves you so much, you have to grow up quickly! β
It seemed that he felt Qing Wei's 'love', and the foreign chicken nodded unprecedentedly.
Just such a nod made Qing Wei's heart burn instantly when he thought that 'different species can't communicate'.
She hugged and pinched the chicken, and then thought of a very serious question, staring at his little head, "By the way, why don't you have a cockscomb?" You don't have a cockscomb, so you're a hen, right? β
A certain chicken is silent, he is fundamentally different from a lower breed like a chicken, okay? Not chickens, and possibly hens!
Qing Wei's heart was already rippling, thinking carefully:
The meat of an old hen is much more tender than that of a rooster! And the key is that you can also lay eggs when you raise them!
In this way, she has an egg every day to supplement her nutrition, hahahaha.
After all, he was going to follow the chicken of the Three Realms together, and Qing Wei began to think about choosing a name for him. Pinching his shriveled little body, he said to himself: "Since it's a chicken, it's still so small, why don't you call it a chicken?" β
A chicken was silent: "......"
Qing Wei shook his head, "The chick is too earthy, and it's easy to bump into the name, otherwise it's like this." Now that it's popular to pronounce a dick, how about calling you a dick? β
A chicken continued to be silent, and the green tendons between its foreheads were exposed: "......"
Qing Wei shook his head again and asked, "Don't like it?" Actually, it doesn't sound good to call a chicken, or else, it's a combination of up and down, and it's called you - chicken, chicken! β
Not only did she scream out without shame, but she also screamed very loudly. A certain chicken couldn't bear it anymore in silence, so he had to hit it with the top of his head to vent his anger!
Just when Qing was the only one who was caught off guard and was knocked down, there was a rustling sound in the grass, and a jackal was drilled out in an instant!
Its reddish-brown body hair was fluffy and drooping, and its eyes glared at Qing Wei with a fierce look. At its sharp teeth, saliva is kept, as if looking at a delicious lunch.
If it hadn't been for the chicken knocking her down, the jackal would have almost succeeded.
It hissed, consciously or unconsciously, and leaned forward, arching its back as if for its next attack.
This threat made Qing Wei instantly serious.
"-Boom!"
The jackal jumped directly in front of Qing Wei, and Qing Wei had no time to make a move, so she had to flash sideways first, but who expected that the stone pier on the left blocked her retreat, and she accidentally fell down.
The jackal opened its blood basin and attacked it with a large caliber, thinking that it was going to be injured by a stroke.
The chicken fluttered up, stepped on the top of Qing Wei's head and flew up with strength, grabbing the jackal's eyes fiercely.
"Whewββ!"
The jackal shook its head in pain, barely avoiding the chicken's eyeballs, but the corner of the eye was pierced by its sharp feet, and a scar was instantly left on its face, gurgling outward.
The jackal reflexively swung its claws and slapped it fiercely, and the thin chicken's wing feathers were cut in an instant, and it crashed into the plane tree, and it was covered in blood when it fell.
Qing Wei shouted in surprise and emotion: "-Chick, chicken!" β
A certain chicken wing twitched when he fell, and such a vulgar name might as well kill him.