Seeing that the Scoundrel Cat's tongue was actually stuck to the ice and couldn't be pulled off, the Stinky Chicken laughed so hard he could hardly stand upright.
"Why is that happening?" Hua Youyue approached the Scoundrel Cat, her face full of curiosity.
Considering the Scoundrel Cat's unique body, how could a piece of ice manage to stick to its tongue?
And worse, it looked like the cat couldn't even pull it off!
Han Yan'er too gathered around for a look, no less puzzled than Hua Youyue, apparently not understanding the principles behind it.
The Stinky Chicken's attention was not on that, strolling over, he outstretched its wing and delivered a loud slap to the Scoundrel Cat's head. The force was so great that it made the cat's head shake as it cursed loudly, "Damn, Stinky Chicken, you're picking a man's pocket when he's down, what kind of hero do you think you are!"
The Stinky Chicken ignored the powerless Scoundrel Cat and seriously said to Yang Zhen, "Solid!"
