Into Trap of Fire Chapter 82

The pointed bamboo chopsticks had already poked the chicken's fat body.

Looking closely, the chick's wings were still flapping, as if it had not yet completely died and was making its last struggle.

However, the old lady was weak and could do nothing, but she was more than capable of dealing with a chick that had just grown up.

The old lady slowly picked up the chick with trembling chopsticks.

When the little yellow chicken was caught in mid-air, she opened her mouth, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth that had mostly fallen out, and the space was as empty as a bloody hole.