"Um!"

Wencai's strong desire to survive erupted, and he immediately gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.

"The chicken is good, the chicken is good, the chicken is croaking..."

When Zhou Xuan saw this scene, he handed the peach wood sword in his hand to Wencai and said.

"Haha, help me."

Then he cut off the chicken's neck with a kitchen knife.

Uncle Jiu held a small bamboo tube that was about 30 centimeters tall and put a bowl of chicken blood from the chicken that was killed. Then he took half a bowl of ink inside. He held it with one hand and the peach wood sword in the other hand. He started to walk quickly with his foot stepping on the stern, and there was a faint momentum corresponding to the Big Dipper under his feet.

Not long after, Uncle Jiu had already stopped his power. He added a trace of magic power to the things in the small bamboo tube. And after the bonus of the Bugang Trap Fight, his power was a few percent stronger than before. He picked up an old ink bucket on the altar next to him and poured the chicken blood ink mixture into it.

Wencai said in confusion.

"What is this?"

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.
Chapter completed!