Mu Jun's green fingertips tapped his chin
Looking at the small livestock in the wooden birdcage.
Frowning, he looked at the short introduction found by the search engine.
The moulting period is the golden period for teaching.
Qi Kelan, who was neither humble nor arrogant, ignored her.
"... Hello..."
I can't imagine myself looking like a fool.
However, since ancient times, people died for wealth and birds died for food. Mu Jun used chopsticks to pick up the half-wet soft food and went one step further.
"..."
Miss Mu San always felt that the bald bird was looking down on her and tilted its neck.
"... Hello..."
"..."
Three seconds later, the man had already put down his cage in annoyance.
So hungry... So hungry... Empty... Qi Kelan stood on the perch in a very miserable state, with nothing in the water jar or food jar.
When she saw the light of day again, she learned to be wiser.
"... Hello..."
"Ha! Ha!"
Staring at... What? Mu Jun's hands trembled, had he become a sperm?
There is half a thought in my heart that I want to cry and run away...
It's mocking itself...
[Although the copywriting is quite funny... It is both serious and serious at the same time! Phew, I finally don't have to be serious anymore...]
Instructions for entering the trap: The ignorant author has opened a trap. The language is shallow and slightly exaggerated. Just pat it lightly and update it every day. As for not being a trap or anything, just cover your face.