Eagerly, it presented one of its hidden chickens to Gu Xijiu. "Master, this is for you. Is one enough? If not, I still have one more."
Gu Xijiu threw the chicken toward the tree right away.
The chicken seemed to have sensed the danger around it. When its claw touched the crown of the tree, it immediately spread its wings and sprang into the air.
It was all too late. The petals on the tree fluttered in the night breeze before wrapping the entire body of the chicken, and the hopeless prey stopped moving instantly.
A few moments later, the entangled petals dispersed into the air and fell back onto the tree. The chicken was nowhere to be seen.
It seemed that these petals fed on blood as well.
Lan Yue took a look at the twig of the plum flower in his hand. A shiver ran over his body, and he threw the flower away at once.
