Mo You blinked his black eyes and looked at the little milk doll in front of him with a confused expression. After a while, he couldn’t help asking: “Little doll, should I know you?”
“What do you mean?” Qing Jue held back his anger. If it weren’t for his small arms and legs, he would have beaten this stupid bird severely first.
“It shouldn’t be! How could I know you, this little milk baby!” Mo You muttered, and kept scratching his little head with his little wings.
Take a deep breath! Qingjue took another n deep breaths before he calmed down his anger, stared at Mo You’s wings, and threw it out fiercely…
Nima! Must force him to curse swear words! Qing Jue hates it!
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