Seeing Self On The Death Bed Chapter 152

Chen stood on the tree again, his claws were numb. He was still a big black bird. He had not turned into half man and half bird, nor had he turned into a goose or a big rooster. He was still a bird.

Is there a missing spell?

Chen thought about the cartoons he had watched when he was a child. He turned around on the branch and raised a paw, "Balala the Fairies, transform!"

no response.

Chen pecked at the bird's feathers again. Was the spell wrong? He continued to think, and a flash of light flashed through his mind. This time it must be right. He used his claws to push away a leaf blown by the wind, quickly prepared himself, and put on a serious look.