"Don't listen to that dead chicken's nonsense—there's nothing of the sort."
Chen Nan explained, then turned and glared fiercely at the Black Feathered Chicken, "Dead chicken, if you spout nonsense again, I'll roast you into a roast chicken immediately."
"To live is no joy, to die is no suffering. Buddha said, 'If I do not enter Hell, who will?'"
The Black Feathered Chicken stood tall and chests out, looking righteously indignant, "You hypocritical and fickle boy, you might kill a chicken lord, but you cannot kill all the righteous people in the world. Even if I die today, I must expose your utterly filthy heart."
"Damn you!"
Chen Nan truly felt an urge to kill the chicken now; this dead chicken was really too capable of spouting nonsense.
A chicken, entirely lacking integrity, had suddenly transformed into a hero who braved life and death in the name of justice.
"This chicken is just crazy, don't pay attention to it."