Wen Wen raised his hand and looked at it. Although his arm still looked like an arm, the more he looked, the more it seemed like a crispy, deep-fried chicken wing—he even wanted to take a bite himself.
He violently bit his tongue, hoping that the pain would dispel the illusion-like bizarre feeling.
But not only did he not feel any pain, the tip of his tongue that he had bitten oozed a fragrant and delicious meat juice…
Even Wen Wen, who wasn't exactly sane to begin with, felt a shiver down his spine.
The lunatics surrounding him weren't doing so because they wanted to attack him, but because in their eyes, he was a gigantic fried chicken!
"Someone's messing with me... Who is it!"
As Wen Wen sized up the lunatics around him, he placed his hand on his chest and activated the ability of his badge, producing a shimmering shield around his body.
