"you, what do you want to do?" the girl was a little nervous and asked tentatively.
"giggle!" a critical hit was heard.
leng rongrong was speechless.
getting up from her seat, leng rongrong walked up to the girl, then reached out and grabbed critical hit's wings, lifting her up directly.
"i'm sorry, the chicken is drunk ..."
"chicken, are you drunk?" the girl was in disbelief. " do chickens drink wine? "
" yes, it doesn't just drink, it's also competing with you in terms of beauty ... " leng rongrong rubbed her temples. this stupid chicken probably thought girls were other roosters, chuckling and competing with people to see who was better looking ...
"compete, compete in beauty?" the girl was dumbfounded.
"hehe, it's fine. you can go. i'm sorry." leng rongrong apologized, then walked over to the drunk storm with a critical strike.
storm had drunk the most, so he was walking on air. as he walked, his front legs started to leave the ground and he stood up.
