The unexpected happened to Xiao Feng very quickly.
The young chicken seemed to know Sun Zhong was dead, and actually nodded four times towards the grave mound, looking just like it was paying respects in a funeral hall, bowing four times.
After doing all this, the young chicken raised its head high, fully adopting a victor's posture.
"Interesting."
Xiao Feng muttered to himself, simultaneously bending down to pick up a stone, aiming at the young chicken, exerting force from his wrist, and throwing the stone.
"Swish!"
"Pop!"
The sound of the wind being broken and the sound of the stone hitting the young chicken almost happened simultaneously.
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck!"
The young chicken, in pain, immediately flapped its wings, its two feet running wildly to escape.
Seeing a feather doing a spin in the air and then falling to the ground, Xiao Feng noticed something unusual.
He remembered not long ago, he had hit the young chicken with a stone before.
