CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 89: THE "ROOSTER" AT THE DAIRY FARM (PART 2)

"Little Master, this rooster is staring at us, still staring, if it keeps staring, let’s slaughter it," Little White Jiao, as usual, entangled itself with the plum blossom bracelet on Xiao Xian’s wrist, making it seem like an additional bracelet was worn on her hand.

As soon as the words were spoken, Little White Jiao cried out in pain, pinched harshly by Xiao Xian.

Although Little White Jiao’s words weren’t pleasant, they were reasonable. Xiao Xian finally noticed something was off. As a rooster, why would it keep staring at people non-stop?

"Cluck cluck."

Xiao Xian swiftly reacted, her first instinct was to look towards the entrance of the cowshed. There was no one.

That parrot-rooster, with a gleam on its forehead, faintly emitted light, its entire body’s feathers seemed to burn like fire, turning the whole chicken into a fireball.

"Little Master, something’s wrong, let’s go." Little White Jiao said quietly, sticking close to Xiao Xian’s hand.

Talking is always easier than doing. Xiao Xian turned around to see, strangely, the corridor that was spacious enough to accommodate two or three people had shrunk.

Nearly a hundred Holstein cattle in the cowshed woke up, looking angrily at Xiao Xian, as if they knew she had tampered with their feed.

"Moo moo," the cattle in the cowshed began to bellow, their horns pressed against the fence of the cowshed, exhaling heavily, wanting to break out.

"Little White Jiao, what’s going on, what are they saying?" Being stared at by nearly a hundred cattle was not a pleasant feeling.

"I don’t speak cow language, I can’t communicate," said Little White Jiao. He could communicate with the sugarcane seedling because both were Spiritual Objects and shared Spiritual Power, which roughly allowed them to understand each other.

"But whatever that thing is, it clearly has no good intentions for us, Little Master, get ready to flee," said Little White Jiao as he flipped over and soared up, transforming from a mini Jiao the size of a thumb into the size of a typical Jiao dragon. With a sweep of his tail, he scooped up Xiao Xian.

With a "boom," they broke through the roof of the cowshed and ascended into the sky.

Almost simultaneously, the fence of the cowshed collapsed under the impact of nearly a hundred Holstein cattle.

The fiery rooster turned into a bright red bolt, following closely behind, shaking the already heavily damaged cowshed into even worse disrepair.

In such a commotion, the drunken old gatekeeper surprisingly still had no reaction.

Xiao Xian steadied herself and sat astride the back of the Jiao dragon. Under the moonlight, the dazzling red glow behind shimmered blindingly, and within the light, the silhouette of the rooster flapping its wings could barely be seen following closely behind.

With the whistling wind in her ears, Xiao Xian endured the danger of possibly being thrown off, pressing close to White Flood Dragon’s ear, "What’s that thing behind us?"

"I’m not exactly sure what it is, but one thing is certain, it is definitely not a rooster," Little White Jiao had also put away his joking demeanor.

Not only was it not a rooster, but it was also an extremely aggressive beast; it just wasn’t clear what such a creature was doing hiding in the Milk Feed Factory.

The "Fake Rooster" in the red light relentlessly chased after Little White Jiao. Little White Jiao was fast, but he had to consider Xiao Xian on his back, so he couldn’t reach his maximum speed.

"White Jiao, can you still hold on?" Xiao Xian also realized the urgency of the situation; two streaks of white light in the sky closely pursued them, like meteors chasing the moon, only it was not as leisurely for those involved.

The consequence of rapid flight was a stomach churning like raging seas.

Xiao Xian looked behind, the white light was already dangerously close, "White Jiao, slow down."

Little White Jiao didn’t understand what Xiao Xian was trying to do; suddenly, a layer of scales rose on the Jiao’s back, and a black and red light flickered.

"Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors," Little White Jiao understood Xiao Xian’s intention and slowed down.

The sound of the wind was still in their ears; Xiao Xian hugged the White Flood Dragon’s neck with one hand, her skin cold and a layer of mist forming on her hair.

They were already about two thousand meters high in the sky.

The higher they went, the colder it became; below was the warmth of April, but at two thousand meters, it felt like early winter.

After slowing down, the aggressive beast clad in a fiery halo pounced on them in an instant.

Through the red light, Xiao Xian saw a beautifully exquisite rare bird with colorful feathers and elegant tail feathers.

Unfortunately, this beautifully feathered bird was clearly not just an ornamental pet; it was faster than a falcon and extremely aggressive. It was quickly catching up to Xiao Xian, its triangular sharp beak glinting coldly as it swooped down at Xiao Xian’s neck.

With a "whoosh" sound cutting through the air, the black and red color cut through the harsh wind high in the sky.

The rare bird saw the black and red light from afar, yet had no idea about the power of the Spiritual Rhinoceros.

Proudly, it let out a long cry which pierced through the clouds, flapped its wings even faster, and clearly paid no heed to the black-red light.

With a "clang" sound, sparks flew in the air as if two hard metals had collided.

The black and red glow and the fire-red rare bird suddenly split apart.

High in the sky, amidst the rolling clouds, the rare bird let out a mournful long scream, emitting indistinct cries that sounded like muffled thunder trapped within the clouds, continuously echoing.

Stalling its momentum, several drops of deep red blood spurted from its beak and tongue.

After the successful strike of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, the artifact, which seemed to have eyes, instantly flew back to Xiao Xian’s side.

The hot blades were wide open, still dripping with blood.

The aggressive bird, unsure whether it should continue following Xiao Xian,

At the Milk Feed Factory, it thought it was only facing a petty thief, and its owner had promised it premium feed after completing the mission, not expecting to be outsmarted today.

From ten meters away, the human coldly watched it, and the White Flood Dragon underneath her also peeked out, ready to fight.

Warily eyeing the black and red light that had hurt it, and viewing the wound in its mouth, it was definitely a Spiritual Artifact. However, the person controlling it was clearly inexperienced; otherwise, that attack could have killed it instantly.

"Too terrifying; I didn’t expect such a Spiritual Artifact to exist in the suburbs of Yanqing," the rare bird felt frightened, briefly pondered, and then fled.

In the sky, Xiao Xian took a breath and patted the White Flood Dragon, "Let’s go down."

Two white lights, like two casual meteors passing through, slid down from the sky.

At the Milk Feed Factory, it was a complete mess; the cows in the shed were frantically running around, shattering the quiet night.

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