After eating half of it, he threw it away, then dug into his purse and pulled out something better.

Until "Little Chicken" dragged out Duanmu Lin's most valuable package.

Then it stopped pecking with its beak.

However, it does not mean that it does not want the bag of things, but that it jumps on the bag of tips and stands on it to defecate a lot of fluids.

Feng Qianchen couldn't bear it and shouted: "Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

"How on earth did you break in? Pay me money, pay me money."

Feng Qianchen staggered over and ran over, reaching out and grabbing Duanmu Lin's brocade bag.

When the little chicken saw that the thing he had taken possession of was dragged away by Feng Qianchen, he immediately lowered his head and pecked it with his golden mouth.

Feng Qianchen originally thought that such a small guy would have no strength.

But after trying it, I realized that this little guy is stronger than an ox.

Feng Qianchen stepped on the table and used the strength of the table to pull hard: "This is my money. You have eaten so much of my money and still dare to rob me. No robber can do this like you."

"Chichichichi!" The little chicken flapped its little wings and tried its best to resist Feng Qianchen and get back the valuable bag of tips.

"Even if you have diarrhea on my purse, you still dare to yell at me. Do you think I won't dare to flatter you because you are younger than me?"

Feng Qianchen glared at the little chicken fiercely.

But the little one didn't care about him at all.

It pulled hard with its mouth and tore the kit into two pieces.

Inside were immortal coins, soul coins, and mysterious coins that were common to the three continents, and they were all scattered out.

These things can only be used by people who practice martial arts and practice.

They need these coins to buy equipment and medicine needed for practice.

When the little chicken saw it, his two red eyes immediately glowed with evil light.

It flapped its little wings and quickly half-jumped and half-flyed from the table to the ground.

Like a chicken pecking at rice, he gnawed all the coins.

Feng Qianchen frantically collected the coins while cursing: "I will definitely pluck all your hair, dissect you, and dig out all the money you eat."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Brother, uncle, ancestors, grandma, please stop eating..."

Feng Qianchen wailed loudly, and Feng Jinghua couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed Duanmu Lin's hand away, stood up, and walked towards Little Chicken.

He squatted down, pressed the little chicken's head heavily with his fingers, and said fiercely: "If you dare to steal my son's things, I will skin you, break your bones, and stew your flesh."

After drinking, he picked up one of the little chicken's paws and shook it vigorously.

The pile of coins that the little chicken had just eaten was immediately thrown out.

I saw that the little chicken opened its mouth wide, and various coins spit out from its small mouth like running water.

Feng Qianchen picked up Duanmu Lin's bag and accepted the coins spit out from the little chicken's mouth.

Feng Jinghua stared at Duanmu Lin's kit in surprise.

She originally thought that the kit bag was just an ordinary kit bag that could not hold much.

But now, the little chicken can swallow as many tips as it spits out. This is really a treasure.

Looking at the little chicken again, fewer and fewer coins came out of its mouth, until finally only one or two fell out. The little chicken immediately covered its mouth, unwilling to spit out what it had eaten.

come out.

Feng Jinghua said threateningly: "Spit it out or not."

The little chicken looked pitiful and shook his head at Feng Jinghua.

"Don't spit it out, right?" Feng Jinghua clenched her fists.
Chapter completed!