The little chick was getting worn out. The battle had sapped quite a lot from it. After it killed the taotie, it slumped onto the ground and panted, but it still came up to check on the cat.

"What are you looking at, Chicken Bro?" the cat asked as it frantically groomed itself.

"You aren't injured at all!" Ying Huo complained. It appeared that most of the blood on Meow Meow was that of its foe. To think that it had gotten mad for the lazy cat's sake.

"Well of course. This cat isn't a pushover." Despite its cute appearance and googly blue eyes and pink toe beans, it was the same beast that had savagely pinned...