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... ifting his wings, he gently stroked the crest on his head, his rear end wiggling in a way that seemed undeniably flirtatious.

“Hello there, beautiful lady! My name is Goldie, and I’m the boss’s chicken…”

Whoosh!

Pow!

A jarring sound erupted, and Goldie vanished into thin air, only to reappear plastered against a nearby tree.

Zhou Mu: “…”

Fong Ju: “!!!”

The students: “???”

With a resigned sigh, Zhou Mu plucked Goldie from the tree an ...

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