Chapter 40 The Promiscuous Lady (12) I don’t care about these things…
Later that day, Xiao Zhi went to bury the chickens that were slaughtered for the feast.
Liu Binghai stayed at the He family, holding the colorful rooster's head and looking at it carefully.
The He family's eldest brother's big rooster was also watching from the side, stamping its little feet, darting its head back and forth, looking as if it was trying to steal the spotlight.
"Why did you peck the girl's butt? Tell me." Liu Binghai said.
The He family's rooster also nodded twice, as if beating the rhythm beside it.
Then he glanced at the drifting ice sea.
The drifting ice sea also looked at it.
I don’t know if it’s because the roosters feel sorry for each other, or maybe there’s a sense of sympathy between roosters.
Liu Binghai turned back and continued to look at the colorful rooster, "Speak."
The He family's rooster seemed to find it very magical. Can roosters talk?
So can it talk too?
The chicken's head stretched forward again.
Liu Binghai touched his cockscomb and said, "Big Head, don't steal the spotlight."
Do you also want to peck the girl's butt?
The He family's rooster's comb shrank, and it looked quietly at the colorful big rooster with a fixed gaze, like a judge.
Liu Bing Haidao said, "I heard that you pecked 28 girls' butts. Did it smell good?"
Big Head stared at it, his mouth curled up.
Liu Binghai touched the half-dead chicken and said, "Someone is using you for surgery, someone is using you as a snack, someone is throwing you out on the street and walking away without saying anything. What are you going to do?"
The colorful big rooster flapped its wings, and it looked very majestic even with half of its life left, as if it could really understand what the drifting ice sea was saying. It looked at it with its round eyes and a calm expression.
There is arrogance in calmness, and there is firmness in arrogance.
It's a chicken with only bones.
"But no matter how strong your character is, you still have to survive. You've offended the mayor, and your life is at stake. It's pitiful, and you've also caused me trouble. If I don't punish you, I won't have a good life in the future. I already have a bad reputation, and now I lose to a chicken. How can I do business in the future?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Big Head looked at the colorful chicken angrily, as if he wanted to kill it on the spot and not let it cause trouble.
The desolate night slowly rises again, rising slowly, which is better than tomorrow arriving quickly.
In the evening, Liu Binghai built a bonfire in the yard. The bonfire burned very brightly. He roasted some corn and potatoes on it. The corn kernels were crispy and burnt, and it was very warm all around.
Two chickens were lying on the side.
Liu Binghai looked back at the colorful chicken and thought that the grilled chicken wings might be delicious.
But this chicken has a spirit and cannot be roasted.
She grabbed a chicken wing and hung it in the air, watching it. Although it couldn't be roasted, it could be saved.
"You've offended the mayor now. If you want to keep your half-life, you have to think of a way. At least from now on, don't peck at the buttocks of older girls. You don't have enough brains to do that!"
The chicken blinked its eyes, somewhat dissatisfied.
"If you try to peck at the mayor's daughter again, you won't be able to live long enough to do it in your next few lives! Do you understand?"
It seemed to understand and raised its eyes listlessly.
It is also very tired. It has lost half its life and is also exhausted. Let it go quickly!
It was thrown to the ground, and Big Head walked over with a serious look on his face, as if he wanted to remind it of something.
Serious people can even see the chicken shit in the chicken's eyes.
If it could speak, it would probably say, "Stop causing trouble for my master, do you hear me? Do you hear me?"
She's quite lucky with chickens, Liu Binghai thought.
The drifting ice sea tied up the chicken and brushed a layer of white on its feathers. The colorful chicken instantly looked like a snow chicken, white and bright, like a snow chicken doll that fell from the sky, blinking its innocent big eyes, looking very pure.
The He family's rooster's eyes were wide open. He looked at the snow chicken and the drifting ice sea, and pecked at the instep of the drifting ice sea with his beak.
The snow chicken doll suddenly became extremely beautiful.
Liu Binghai patted his head and said, "Why, do you want to marry it?"
Big Head glared again, very anxiously, as if he wanted to say, "I only have eyes for you."
The snow chicken doll lay on the ground for a while and fell asleep. At noon the next day, she took the chicken under the sun, lit a fire, and placed the snow chicken next to the fire, slowly roasting it in the heat of the fire.
The chicken flapped its wings, fluttered twice, opened one eye, and looked at the world with a slightly annoyed look.
Liu Binghai said as he lit the fire, "What are you looking at? Slowly roast it over low heat to eliminate all your evil thoughts."
The heat was too great and the chicken gradually became sleepy, and after a while it closed its eyes again.
She took the chicken out to bake at noon every day to make the white paint stick to the feathers. Then she took the chicken back in the evening and continued to paint it white. She did this for seven consecutive days.
While the meat was being roasted, the onlookers were talking about it, saying that this lady was really risking her life and was willing to do anything. She even dared to blaspheme the left and right arms of the King of Hell. She must be crazy.
Some of the older ones murmured, "This is going to cost you your life. It's going to cost you your life."
The drifting ice sea remained indifferent, waiting expressionlessly for the chicken to slowly roast until it fell asleep, and then he would carry it home.
The eldest brother of the He family said to her, "You are trying to exchange your life for this chicken."
I can't even exchange my life, but I can exchange my skin.
A week later at night, Liu Binghai put on his clothes, secretly carried the snow chicken out of the house, and threw it behind an abandoned yard.
The snow chicken was snoring and sleeping soundly.
Liu Binghai looked at the snow chicken on the ground and said, "You look half dead, so I'll give you some color. Then you can be reborn into a good family in the future."
The colorful chicken, without its colorfulness, probably also lost its proud qualification to be the right-hand man of the King of Hell.
The color of this feather is like a medal. Without the color, it is just an ordinary chicken, a criminal chicken, a useless chicken. This seems to be no better than killing it.
But this is not a shameless chicken. It fell to the ground, drooping its head, struggling in its death throes, and snoring.
Liu Binghai waited for a while at the entrance of a distant alley. Seeing that the snow chicken was sleeping like a third grandson, he thought that it must not be a chicken with backbone.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the drifting ice sea was looking at it from afar. After a long time, a man in white clothes appeared. After looking around, the man grabbed the chicken, smelled it, put it in his arms and left.
It was the third watch of the night shift, and Liu Binghai was still standing there watching. After a while, Xiao Zhi appeared behind her like Monkey King, just as she had expected, and said, "Sister, that man caught the snow chicken and went to the teahouse."
"Yeah." Liu Binghai said and walked back.
"Sister, aren't you curious why I'm here?"
Liu Binghai turned around and glanced at him sideways, "Aren't you following me all day?"
The little mole yelled, "How can I say stalking? I'm following you and worshipping you."
Liu Binghai turned around and said expressionlessly, "It's all the same."
Little Mole chased after her and whispered in her ear, "Sister, Snow Chicken went to the teahouse. Is there something strange going on there?"
Liu Binghai: "That's not your concern."
"Why?"
Liu Binghai said calmly: "Where we come from, we will go back. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Everything has an end."
After its feathers were dyed white, it was no longer the colorful chicken with an extraordinary mission. She didn't know whether this was killing it or saving it.
But if you want to be a chicken, it’s better to be an ordinary chicken and not take on so many strange and extraordinary missions, especially when this mission may not be a gift from heaven.
For example, the eldest son of the He family lives a very happy life.
Liu Binghai returned to Brother He's house in the middle of the night. When she opened the door, Datou was waiting for her with a cockscomb on his head.
Seeing her come back, he nervously came towards her, snapping his two chicken paws, with a hint of blame on his face.
Liu Binghai walked past it and said lightly, "I really don't know if you are my husband."
Its excited feet tapped twice, and it followed her into the house in small steps and lay down there.
It tacitly acknowledges this statement.
Liu Binghai was lying on the bed, holding a quilt. The big red rooster in front of her was looking at her seriously.
She said to Datou, "Your friend has entered the teahouse."
It's a teahouse, not a red house. What does it have to do with me?
The He family's big rooster looked like a big red lantern hanging high.
Liu Binghai got up and made a cup of tea. When he walked around the big head, he kicked its soft belly with his feet.
It didn't resist, it was just a little confused.
Liu Binghai returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, with a cup of tea and a chicken that was awake late at night in front of him.
Liu Binghai asked, "If you don't sleep so late at night, how are you going to crow tomorrow morning?"
But she remembered that Comrade Big Head never crowed in the morning. He only crowed when something happened to her, and his wings fluttered as if he was about to lay eggs.
Liu Binghai looked at the chicken face and took a sip of tea. "Big Head, are you reincarnated to have a crush on me?"
Big Head looked at her heroically, with a hint of affection in his eyes.
Liu Binghai: "Your little sister Snow Chicken has entered the teahouse. What do you think will happen to her?"
Big Head thought about it with his eyes squinting, but couldn't come up with anything.
It doesn't care about that!
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