Rocka Mountain.

Since Qingchen left, in the past month, the colorful birds around Old Locke, the feathers all over his body have become more and more colorful.

On this day, in the cave, a high-pitched chirp sounded, and Old Locke, who closed his eyes tightly, shook his body and opened his eyes excitedly.

The colorful birds flew away from his side and circled in the cave, sometimes big and sometimes small, and the momentum of their bodies became stronger and stronger.

Rocky, who had been practicing outside the cave, heard the sound and trembled when he saw the terrifying momentum of the colorful birds.

"Senior brother, are you done?"

The thick folds on Old Locke's face slowly unfolded, and he beckoned to the colorful birds flying happily in the air.

I saw that the little bird was well-behaved

Chapter 147 of "The Best Witch Doctor in the City" Old Locke is hitting in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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