"Plans can't keep up with changes," Feng Jun muttered helplessly, then returned to Blue Star with Good Scenery.
After opening the Spirit Beast Bag, the rooster let out a shriek of terror and bolted into the distance, trailing a string of chicken droppings behind it—it had been scared into losing control of its bowels.
But Feng Jun still reached out and pulled it back, then began plucking the feathers from its neck, intending to slaughter it.
Huahua watched from the side the entire time—Feng Jun had no intention of hiding this from it, because once the plan was settled, he would definitely take it to the Phone Plane, regardless of whether the Spirit Beast Bag worked or not.
Seeing this, it sent over a thought. "What's going on? One died, and one lived?"
"Come to think of it, I forgot to drain the blood from this dead chicken first." Feng Jun picked up the dead rooster. "It's still warm. If I wait any longer, I won't be able to drain it..."
At heart, Feng Jun was quite fond of good food.
Dinner included two free-range roosters as an extra dish, stewed chicken with mushrooms, and spirit rice. Everyone ate to their satisfaction.
He nodded slightly. "We'll leave in a while. I'll go explain things to Huahua."
At this point, he had to come clean to Huahua. Still, he was not worried that it would refuse. Their three-hundred-year agreement was not just empty words—he still held its contract.
It was just that the creature was not particularly intelligent, so there were some things he needed to emphasize. It could not be allowed to bring about fatal trouble.
Sure enough, when Huahua learned that Feng Jun was taking it to a "Small World," after its initial delight, it cautiously said, "Of course