the plane arrived at its destination.
mo nan chong got off the plane with critical strike in his arms and then put it down.
crit stretched his wings, flew a few times, and happily jumped onto lin ku's head.
"help me!" lin ku cried. ah, ah, ah ..."
before he could shout, lin ku was pecked on the head by a critical hit.
mo nan chong glanced at lin ku. " let crit squat for a while. he just wants to look at the scenery and will come down in a while. if you touch him, he'll peck you. " "if you win a critical hit, your kung fu will be better than a chicken's. really, it'll definitely be good for you. by then, you won't be unable to defeat a high school student."
lin ku was speechless.
are you a high school student?
it doesn't count, right?
although he really wanted to fight back, it was really painful to be pecked by a critical hit, so lin ku gave up and let the chicken squat on his head.
mo nan chong looked down at his phone.
