The insects are poisonous…
Xiang Yiqing frowned and thought, “It shouldn’t be possible.”
“It’s okay.” For some reason, Xin Xiaoxiao didn’t ask any more, waved his hand and said: “If you really die, you will let grandpa mourn, and I will get him one again next time, but he will have to take care of it. Otherwise commit evil.”
“He likes the bird very much. When I left, he was still asleep. I didn’t know it was dead.”
“He recognized that bird as his granddaughter. Now that the bird is dead, he must be sad.”
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