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... n picked up his toes and kissed him on the face of Bai Yan. He picked up Xiao Mi’s tail and walked outside the study.

"Xiao Mi, let's not bother the mother, go find the little feathers to play."

"Who is the little feather?"

"It's a gift from Xiaogu, a white phoenix. It has too many feathers. I gave it a small feather..."

Xiaomi mouth pumped, that white phoenix? Small feathers?

It suddenly sympathized with Bai Feng, but immediately thought of his own name, and s ...

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