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... Not long after she was born at that time, her feathers were wet, wet, and still unable to transform.
Tsing Yi Xianchang carefully took her sword down the mountain with a hundred brocade.
"Hengyang will be your home in the future, and Dad will take good care of you."
The little spirit bird poked his head out of the brocade and looked around curiously. The gray sky was suppressed, and sprites were rampant.
Xianchang touched her head and waved her sleeves, and the w ...
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