Kapitel 388: Just call me Xiaohu

As the saying goes, a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken does not have good intentions.

In fact, it wasn't just New Year greetings. A weasel looking for a chicken at any time would most likely not have any good intentions.

Of course, it was not just the weasels. No matter who went to find a chicken, it would not be an act worth advocating.

Following the big weasel's cry, a Black Mountain chicken spirit with an extremely imposing aura walked out of the cave.

This pheasant spirit had already taken on a human form. It looked like a burly man in a large cloak of black feathers. Only its sharp eyes and sharp mouth could still make out the appearance of a pheasant.