Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 60 You Are an Old Wet Chicken

"What harm! The emperor is a god, not a monster, do you understand?" The chicken yelled, flapping its wings and running away, but unfortunately his wings were about the same size as human hands, and he couldn't fly no matter how he flapped them.

That chubby body looks even more funny, running fast all the way.

Duan Qi followed behind, slashing all the way with his sword: "Where is there any god?"

The chicken jumped left and right: "I am a god, you have to believe in me."

Duan Qidao: "Is God still afraid of me as a mortal?"

He chased after a few more steps. This chicken is really flexible. Although it can't fly, it doesn't look fast. Duan Qi tried his best to reach 13 meters per second. The speed of this chicken is only ten meters per second at most, but It has a short and lean body, dodges from left to right, and avoids Duan Qi's sword every time.

"Stop!" the chicken suddenly yelled.

Duan Qi stopped, and he also felt that something was wrong.

The chicken stopped, turned around, and gasped at Duan Qi: "Huh...huh...your father...didn't...didn't tell you...are all monsters with boundless magic power and supernatural powers? It's up to you With this appearance, how can you still kill demons and demons? You are almost as good as being beheaded by demons."

After Duan Qi stopped, he also felt a little tired from running: "You are not a demon, so what are you?"

The rooster leaned its feet together, straightened the cockscomb on its head, and said with high spirits: "This emperor is [Shiji]!"

"What chicken? Wet chicken? But you are not wet at all? You are very dry!" Duan Qi murmured.

The chicken immediately jumped and said angrily: "It's the master chicken, the king among chickens! The mentor among chickens! The mentor's teacher means that the emperor is the oldest among all chickens."

Duan Qi said blankly: "The oldest seniority, old wet chicken?"

"Yeah, let's put it this way! After all, I am your elder." Shiji pinched his feathered fingers and began to count.

Duan Qi saw that it had a serious face, and it had no other shortcomings except for being a bit pretentious. Looking at it like this, it can't harm anyone, but...

"Give me back my dragon tongue grass!" Duan Qi drew his sword again.

Shiji broke out in cold sweat: "This... this..."

"What, what, the agave grass in my hand is not enough for Ping'er to take. You stole most of my agave grass, return it quickly."

"But I'm done eating! What I just took out from my body is the last dragon tongue grass leaf."

"what?"

Duan Qi slashed down with his sword again, and the old wet chicken immediately flew up, to be precise, he was taken aback, flapping his wings and jumping, the jump was only half the height of a person.

"You can't kill me, or you will be punished by heaven, young man." Shiji ran all the way again, but this time, it ran in the wrong direction and stepped into the mud.

After stepping in, it was immediately washed up by the mud, and its snow-white feathers were washed black by the mud, turning into a real wet chicken, a soaked chicken.

Duan Qi was startled, and immediately chased after him.

Shiji shouted: "Help! Help me, I can't swim."

Duan Qi said angrily: "Hmph, stealing my dragon tongue grass, drowning you deserve it!"

He said so, but he was still worried about the chicken, after all, he was the one who chased the chicken down the river from behind.

Running all the way along the mud flow, Duan Qi discovered that this chicken really couldn't swim, almost sank several times, and died.

"Help me, boy, I'm too hungry to eat your grass. I can swim, so I jumped into the mud and ate it myself." Shiji yelled and explained.

Duan Qi listened to its explanation, and it made sense. This chicken is small, its hands are not as long as human hands, and it doesn't carry a dagger on its body. It is indeed a bit of a hardship to eat the dragon tongue grass in the quagmire. of.

After thinking about it, Duan Qi forgave it.

Seeing Shiji thumping in the water, Duan Qi was anxious and kept trying to find a way, but Shiji was too far away from him. Although he could swim, if he jumped into the quagmire, one person and one chicken would drown.

"Save... I... I was wrong..." Shiji finally admitted his mistake, it's fine anyway, anyway, I don't want to die.

Duan Qi thought for a while, then suddenly had an idea, and shouted: "Shiji, you grab the dragon tongue grass in the mud, the root of the dragon tongue grass is very deep, so it won't be washed away by the mud flow, you grab it Stay on the Dragon Tongue Grass, stabilize your body first, and I will try to save you."

The whole body of the division chicken was blackened by the mud, and its white feathers and red combs turned earthy brown.

When it heard Duan Qi's words, it felt as if it heard the words of a saint.

Immediately, he made a move and hugged a dragon tongue plant next to it tightly.

Brush brush!
The mud flow kept slapping on it, like a strong wind blowing on it, and the whole chicken was blown up.

Shiji ate a few mouthfuls of mud: "Wow, wow, wow, I can't do it!"

Duan Qi drew out his own sword, Qingcheng Sword, one and a half meters long, plus the length of his own arm, just enough.

"Shiji, wait for me, I'll rescue you." Duan Qi lay on the shore, stretched out his hand, and held the tip of Qingcheng Sword in his hand.

Shiji was still yelling: "Save me, I'm dying soon."

Duan Qi bit and pressed, the length was not enough, he lay down on the ground again, moved forward a few steps, his right hand was washed away by the countercurrent, the entire sleeve was soaked, and the clothes turned yellow again.

He didn't care much, he held the tip of the sword and stretched the hilt over.

"Shiji, you hold my sword hilt, and I will pull you back." Duan Qi shouted, he has already reached the perfect state of body training, and his strength is strong enough, and it is easy to clamp the sword tip with two fingers.

His hand was getting closer and closer, and the hilt of the sword was getting closer and closer to Shiji.

Shiji is still holding on to the agave plant tightly with both hands, not daring to let go. He is afraid that if he lets go of one hand, he will be washed away by muddy water. He finally grabbed the life-saving straw and cannot just be washed away like this .

"No, I don't dare!" Shi Jigui wailed loudly.

Duan Qi was very patient, and crawled forward a few more steps. Now, when the mud rushed, his arms and chin were washed by the mud, and a lot of dirty mud was stained on his face.

"Shiji, trust me, grab my sword hilt first with one hand! This is the hilt, it won't cut your hand." Duan Qi gritted his teeth and shouted.

Shiji shook his head violently, but he still didn't dare.

Until it inadvertently opened its eyes and glanced at Duan Qi, it was completely stunned after only one glance.

Duan Qi's hand was already dripping with blood, he even covered the tip of the sword with his hand, the Qingcheng sword directly cut through his palm, blood flowed out drop by drop, and was taken away drop by drop by the reverse flow.

"You... unexpectedly..." Shiji was a little moved. The young man who was swinging his sword to kill him just now sacrificed himself, held the tip of the sword, and handed the hilt to himself.

This touch made Shiji's eye sockets suddenly moist.

There was a flash of pain on its expression, and it no longer had that look of contempt for sentient beings.

"Okay, I'll grab the hilt!" Shiji woke up determinedly, bit the dragon tongue grass, and then let go of both hands to grab the hilt!

But at this moment, a wave of mud rushed towards it.

(End of this chapter)