The White Feather Chicken let out a mocking laugh, dropped the snakeskin bag, and turned away.
"Hey, boss, what was that laugh all about?"
Liu Zheng felt inexplicably annoyed.
"Heh heh."
Niu Ma released the same type of laugh and went back to lie on the haystack.
"A bunch of weirdos. I curse you all to have diarrhea whenever you're constipated."
He flipped two middle fingers in his mind.
Opening the snakeskin bag, inside was a neatly folded Iron-eating Beast skin.
The skin was very complete and well-preserved; stuffing it would make a vivid Iron-eating Beast.
"You know, it really looks like your new little buddy."
Niu Ma, seeing it from afar, remarked.
"Really? I can't see it,"
Liu Zheng said after a careful look.
After all, they're all pandas; apart from size, they all look quite similar.
Handlers in real life can tell apart the pandas they take care of, but even they struggle with others.
