The Black Feathered Chicken raised its head and flapped its wings, "What's so great about alcohol? You guys keep fighting. Lord Chicken hasn't had enough fun yet!"
Chen Nan ignored it and tossed a pot of liquor to Zhao Han, both of them sitting down on the ground. Chen Nan asked, "Want some chicken meat?"
"Perfect, grilling it as a dish to accompany the drink sounds good."
Chen Nan nodded, "That was my thought exactly, but these chickens have thick skin and meat, regular fire won't cook them."
"No problem, I have the Samadhi True Fire. Even if it were made of Vajra Iron, roasting it for a day and a night should do the trick." Zhao Han slapped open the liquor pot and took a swig from it.
Hearing this conversation, the Black Feathered Chicken immediately bristled.
