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... ily, once again experiencing the sensation of being hot on the trail of catching shrimp. Little Miao clutched tightly onto Yi Chen’s collar, with a face full of excited eagerness to go faster.
"Miao Zi, when the hell can you grow up faster and carry your dad around? Are those crappy wings just for show? Why don’t you flutter them a bit?"
Yi Chen complained speechlessly.
It’s numbing, absolutely numbing.
Little Miao pretended not to understand, meowing once and rub ...
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