Qin Er, the kid from Star Street, wanders around the Milky Way carrying the most stupid chicken in the universe. He yells at everyone he sees: "Who dares to pick off my chicken feathers? The second master will spread your ashes on the spot!"
The little yellow chicken in your arms can't stand up - sleeping can sniper the star thief's nest, and the explosive hair can deflect the ion cannon: "Gu Gu! The anti-chicken system is activated!"
The hacker sister typed out sparks on her keyboard on Saturday: "Second brother! Your fat chicken is on the wanted list again! This time, the Galaxy Chef Association is offering a reward of 300 million!"
The crazy chef in the laboratory (Zhong San) kicked the door of the spacecraft away, and laughed wildly while holding a gun of freezing chicken at minus 200 degrees: "Qin Er! The revenge of blowing up my ancestral pressure cooker back then, I will repay it with the chicken today!" The molecular disassembly instrument buzzed red, and she waved the interstellar court summons and smiled ferociously: "Look at how stupid you are to protect chickens... I must ban you permanently!"
Traffic law melee × genetic defense × chicken feathers flying all over the sky - in this battle for cosmic chickens, the winner lies... Damn it, the chicken has woken up!
——The legend of Mango Star Sand Sculpture has nothing to do with half a dime on the earth!
Reader comments
Don't get up, get up, come on, come on, come on, hahaha
Don't get up, get up, come on, come on, come on, hahaha
A rare and imaginative science fiction novel