C529 I Am the Devil Lord's Puppet

As Zhao Xiaoqi mulled things over, his anxiety grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to unfold.

He glanced at the little yellow chicken perched on his shoulder, seeking answers with his gaze.

What to do?

The Golden Wing Roc, currently in the guise of the little yellow chicken, seemed to have fully embraced the role, cocking its head in a cute, puzzled manner