"Tsk tsk, is it me or do I feel some chemistry between you two?" Ying Huo said from its perch on Tianming's shoulder.

"Stop sniffing your own farts," Tianming said, annoyed.

"I'm serious. One on top, one on the bottom.... But I feel like your top game is a little weak compared to his."

"Damn you, fly off and stop bothering me. If you keep it up, we'll be having chicken and mushroom stew for dinner."

"So I'm the chicken... but where will you get mushrooms? Oh, you mean that mushroom growing between your legs?" Ying Huo said snarkily.

Tianming grabbed it and started pulling its feathers off with his black arm.

"Save me! They're trying to slaughter a chicken!"

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