The warm and refreshing story of a white phoenix and a little (Dà) pigeon (è) son (mó) (huh?
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"Brother, brother! Let's play together!"
Sighing "No, you have to practice."
"Brother! The peaches outside have fruited!"
Sigh again "?? Practice!"
"Brother!" Little Pigeon blinked and looked at him with wet eyes, "Can we sleep together?"
Feng Caisheng shook her head helplessly and touched the soft feathers of the little pigeon. "Go and practice. When you transform, we will sleep together."
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"-Brother," the young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, stroking the slender and gorgeous tail feathers of the phoenix with his fingertips. "Hurry up and transform into a human form?" As he said that, he approached Feng Caisheng. "You said, transform and let's sleep together??"
Feng Caisheng's face was full of bullshit, her wings hugged herself tightly and then rolled into a ball... I'm not talking about this kind of sleep, damn!
In the early stage, he cried, rolled around and acted cute. In the later stage, he turned black and attacked.
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The author's imagination is imaginary, please consider eating it.
Please don't laugh at the cover of the hand-painted obstacle painting woo woo woo