"Cheep!" On the stone table next to him, the Little Yellow Chicken flipped over as the Mountain Ginseng Spirit poked its head out, ready to peck fiercely, scaring the Mountain Ginseng Spirit back into hiding.
"Go, go, go, stop causing trouble, Xiaohuang." Song Changming grabbed the flapping Little Yellow Chicken and placed it back on the stone table.
The Mountain Ginseng Spirit was very afraid of the Little Yellow Chicken because the Little Yellow Chicken always wanted to peck off a few pieces of its flesh.
If Song Changming hadn't discovered it in time, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit would have already lost half its body upon first meeting the Little Yellow Chicken.
Since then, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit had been hiding from the Little Yellow Chicken, as if encountering a natural enemy, and most of the time it dared not show its face.
The wooden box, which it had always been reluctant to stay in, was now its most secure harbor.
"Chirp chirp." The Little Yellow Chicken protested.
