C562 Myosine

"Oh, so that's the case. In other words, this whatever chicken was sliced up by my Ancestor of Duan Family a thousand years ago. It has only recovered from its injuries now?" Duan Lingfei looked to be enlightened.

Matsushita Nobuaki was about to vomit blood when he heard this: "Shut up, you're Yinji, not some chicken!"

"Alright, if it's not a chicken, then it's not a chicken