The white tiger was lying on top of the head of his descendant, his ears were tragically □□ under the hands of a certain fluff control, and he had to work hard to rummage through the inheritance memories to answer the question of whether the woman was brain-dead.

Countless times I want to go back to the past and strangle that self with too much curiosity!

"In other words, if I don't have the spiritual root you said, it's equivalent to a second-level cripple?" Fengyu seriously thought about his pet hair's friendly prompt, a little distressed.

After all, as long as you are human, you can't escape this fear of the unknown, this kind of xenophobia that "if you are not of my race, your heart will be different......

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