Beware of Chicken (Beware of Chicken, #1)

by CasualFarmer

My body now, buddy. Sorry, not sorry.

A whole pyschological dissertation summerized right here.

I’m half convinced that every cultivator is so damn nuts because of all the drugs they did.

This right here. This is truth.

Something swirled around him. Within him. □ I smiled at Big D as he hopped and kicked along my fence. Cute little guy.

This right here is a bonus star. This is slice-of-life done right.

The rest of the procession turned to give me a look. I revelled in their spite.

I laugh at their pain, but I also remember it well.

And this one was entertaining beautifully. It had been so full of arrogance when she had found it. So full of confidence in its skills. She had stripped it of its false strength and shown it what true power really was. In a single blow, she’d shattered its pride, and its look of triumph turned to horror.

I know I am reading about a cat. You know I am reading about a cat. I love it anyway.

She scoffed but heeded his wisdom. She blessed him with her presence—surely, it would only take a single night to see his secrets and decipher them! She did not. She was very sore that night.

Third re-read and I still find these little bits of perfection.

She paused a moment, sniffing at the corpse. And then with a single, dainty bite— Consumed it whole. She sneered with disgust, swallowing. Faint whips of Qi surrounded her mouth. ‘The things I do for Fa Ram,’ she muttered, her voice prim and proper.

Oh gods above! If I could give six stars I would! For this one moment, I would!