It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Liu Zheng said.

Hearing his words, Niu Ma's eyes fluctuated slightly.

But he managed to force a sneer out of the corner of his mouth.

"Keep the camera on him."

The white-feathered chicken ordered.

Liu Zheng did so.

"Not enough, still a little short."

The white-feathered chicken said.

“I can make up the money.”

"I don't need money. I want your eyeballs for sashimi, at least thirty."

The white-feathered chicken's voice was cold.

"make a deal."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll come over now."

White Chicken hung up the phone.

A minute later, there was another knock on the door.

Liu Zheng opened the door and what came into view was a towering chef's hat.

"Where are the cattle and horses?"

The white-feathered chicken asked.

"inside."

Liu Zheng made way.

"You have to let it speak."

The white-feathered chicken shook his head.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The cows and horses made short sounds and it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

But the white-feathered chicken seemed to have received an order and walked into the lounge with its head held high.

"What a mess, you ox and horse."

It laughed at the miserable plight of the cattle and horses.

"The last time I saw you injured like this was about two years ago, but it wasn't this serious last time. How come you're getting worse and worse?"

The cows and horses rolled their eyes and turned their backs without looking at it.

"It's a list sent to Dijing Villa."

Liu Zheng explained.

He didn't know whether this was confidential or not, so he didn't go into too much detail.

"Peacock No. 1?"

The white-feathered chicken said it directly.

Liu Zheng did not answer, but silence itself was an answer.

"Oh, then you really saved your life."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"I?"

Shouldn’t it be the cattle and horses that saved their lives?

"Is it for you?"

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng nodded.

If a cow or a horse wants to grab the list, he can't beat it.

"You've taken on more humans as your minions, and you're becoming more and more like a human, you cow-horse."

The white-feathered chicken's tone was full of sarcasm.

The cows and horses twitched their big ears and continued to ignore it.

"hehe."

The white-feathered chicken ignored it and took off its chef's hat.

"Put your head here."

It said to Liu Zheng.

"Now?"

Shouldn’t we treat the injuries of the cattle and horses first?

"Don't worry, it won't die yet."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng had no choice but to squat down and put his head above the hat.

There was nothing in the chef's hat, but he had a feeling that something might burst out of it at any time.

A cold light flashed in the white-feathered chicken claws, and Liu Zheng's two eyes fell into darkness.

The piercing pain stimulated his nerves, but Liu Zheng stopped crying out in pain at the cost of gnashing his teeth.

This is the takeaway department’s home turf, he can’t lose face.

"Eat it."

The white-feathered chicken stuffed something into his mouth.

Liu Zheng bit it and swallowed the juice.

Soon, his vision returned.

The white-feathered chicken was merciless and cut off the newly grown eyeball with another knife.

This was repeated twenty times, and Liu Zheng had seven sets of teeth replaced before the white-feathered chicken finally stopped the execution.

"Do you know who ordered it?"

it asked.

"Mr. Li?"

He replied with cold sweat.

She was the only person he knew who liked to eat eyeballs.

"That's right. After all, she is your benefactor."

The white-feathered chicken said half-jokingly.

"really."

Although Mr. Li had obviously ill intentions in asking Liu Zheng to eat the eyeballs of the black goat kid, the "rebirth of flesh and blood" that he obtained from it was indeed the foundation of his life.

Without this state of immortality, he has died countless times.

"She's dining in the box right now. Do you want me to say hello to Britain and have you deliver the food to her personally?"

"Then why did you dig my eyes out? She could just hold them and chew on them."

Liu Zheng curled his lips.

"No, the price is different."

The white-feathered chicken said seriously.

"Haha. Speaking of which, between Kong Que and Mr. Li, who is richer?"

He changed the subject.

"It's hard to compare. Mr. Li should be considered a big businessman, while Kong Que is a big landlord."

The white-feathered chicken thought for a moment and said.

"what?"

Could Peacock be the boss behind the office building?

"But they have one thing in common."

"what?"

"They are all hated by their boss, and of course, they all hate their boss."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"You just said that. Aren't you afraid of being beaten by your boss?"

"The boss even likes to hear that. Haven't you also enjoyed the benefits of this?"

The white-feathered chicken said meaningfully.

Liu Zheng smiled and said nothing.

The white-feathered chicken came to the cow and horse holding the chef's hat, and then put it in with a "swish".

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng was startled.

If this trick were to happen in real life, Liu Qian and David Copperfield would have to kneel down and call him the grandmaster.

"Brilliant!"

He applauded enthusiastically for this wonderful magic trick.

"Come on, don't be silly, take the hat and shake it vigorously."

The white-feathered chicken threw his chef's hat towards Liu Zheng.

"Good weight."

He subconsciously caught the hat, which almost killed him.

Although it is not as heavy as a complete cow or horse, it should be close to one ton.

"You look so weak. If you go to the kitchen, you can't even cut some green onions."

The white-feathered chicken said with disdain.

Your chopped green onions are so hard, how many teeth will your guests break during this meal?

Well, the diners in this world do have good teeth.

"Shake it hard. The faster and more vigorously you shake it, the faster your boss will get better."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Since it said so, Liu Zheng had no choice but to use all four tentacles to shake the chef's hat desperately.

After shaking for a quarter of an hour, there was finally movement in the hat.

A layer of foam-like film arched outward, through which the huge heads of cows and horses could be vaguely seen.

"Okay, pour it out."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Chapter 115 The Choice of the French Plane Tree

“Pour it out.”