leng rongrong looked at mo lanlan, who had unkempt hair and a dirty face. the corners of her mouth twitched, and she did not know what to say for a moment.
10,000 chickens ...
was she going to be a chicken-rearing tycoon?
but 10,000 chickens in exchange for a critical hit?
those 10,000 chickens could not be compared to a critical hit. a critical hit was definitely worth more than 10 million chickens.
the intelligence and ability of a critical hit were not something that ordinary chickens could compare to.
" the critical hit is my pet after all. i can't abandon it so easily, and it's even more impossible to kill it. even if you give me hundreds of millions of chickens, i won't kill the critical hit. "
leng rongrong said with a look of righteousness.
