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Plucking the broad blade of grass, Bao'er suddenly cried emotionally...... It knew that a pair of dragonflies on the blades of grass would never wake up: its mother had told it that the mated dragonflies would die soon after laying eggs on the leaves of the aquatic weeds...... Bao'er came to fetch not dragonflies, but the corpses of two dragonflies!

It placed the blade of grass in the palm of its hand: looking left and right, looking carefully---- as if it were not two dragonflies that had died, but a pair of martyred lovers......

"Brother Shui, I am a little dragonfly: you will hold our corpses in the palm of your hand, and our hearts will still be alive under the protection of the powerful aura of your body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This way, you can't fly, I'm afraid it's more than lucky! In case you encounter a hurdle that you can't step on, our heartbeat can protect you! To return to the Black Wood Cliff where Su'er's mother lives, you first need to pass through this mysterious foggy forest: the forest is inhabited by kind goblins, and there are also goblins who have put people to death many times---- we have lived here for a long time, for 10,000 years, and we are too familiar with this forest and goblins...... If I can't say a few words, I will fall asleep......" Sure enough, before the little dragonfly's words fell, I saw that its body was motionless---- such a sleeping method is really called an evil sect......

---- Bao'er lifted her feet and walked, carefully: for fear of stepping on any of the grass that passed by her feet. Hey, it's really tiring to tiptoe like this. As soon as she was born, she seemed to run around her mother's limbs----

"Bao'er is like a gust of wind," said her mother, who often looked at Bao'er as she ran. At this time, after hearing her mother's words, Bao'er, who can't speak, will run faster!

"Oh, like a galloping divine wind!" When Bo'er heard the words of her mother's praise for the second time, she would often spread her horse's hooves and run upward!

"Heh: that's more like flying!" Mother's progressive encouragement made Bao'er progress faster and faster...... Oh, thinking of this, suddenly a cold wind blew---- Bao'er stood on a parking lot. I stomped my foot and wanted to run---- but suddenly stopped again. Su'er told me that I couldn't fly---- if I was allowed to run, it was just to lay enough help for flying...... Perhaps, he threw Su'er's words out of the clouds......

It's said to be a parking lot, but it's actually just some dead branches. Some goblins who don't do anything can do anything, although they will harm people everywhere, they also know very well what is called "waste recycling...... and they rely on these dead branches to cultivate----

In order to live a sunny mortal life, in the white foggy forest...... The active quasi-goblins will quietly cut down the dead branches---- and they don't dare to say anything. This primeval forest is 10,000 years old. For humans, 10,000 years is too long, but for trees, 10,000 years is just enough to become tree spirits, grass monsters, and so on. Therefore, like the little fox spirit and the little squirrel spirit---- these people who have been cultivating for a few years, who are less than 1,000 years old and can't fly---- and have no ability to hold back their grievances, their desire to fly is extremely strong---- they discuss it privately. It's like a few children who don't know how to smoke and want to smoke, so they get together to discuss something. How can I avoid being known by adults, how can I smoke that cigarette without drilling into my nose, and how can I smoke it with my face to the sky and spit out a leisurely wandering circle...... Similarly, these little goblins with shallow cultivation, when they failed to test flights, quietly gathered around to discuss the rare "flight plan!": standing on the edge of a steep cliff and rushing to the opposite side of the cliff is indeed a very effective method. Several giraffes were able to experiment---- but that required a longer run...... One of them failed and fell off a cliff...... They rumored that soon, the little giraffe that fell to death on the cliff was about to become a cultivator...... After that, they all have to ride the branches, go to the cliff to practice flying---- this trick is useful---- as long as they grasp the branches firmly, with the help of the natural elasticity of the branches, they can't fall to death!

As soon as Bao'er lifted her foot, she seemed to be stepping into some kind of top-heavy turntable to ---- dizzy, making this two-year-old little man suddenly stuck on the way to Blackwood Cliff...... It wanted to step up: take itself out of the turntable......

This little guy who didn't eat enough and didn't sleep well realized at this moment that "people are iron, rice is steel---- and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry!" The old saying came ---- how good it should be like the mysterious woman in Black Wood Cliff, and it thought stupidly. When Bao'er thinks of the little woman in Blackwood Cliff, she often has a longing and imagines the little woman in Blackwood Cliff to be so good and so good. However, as soon as Bao'er's heart touched the heart of the little woman in the Black Wood Cliff, her heart shattered into a ghostly palm wind chime like a fine snow......----

It's like two hearts separated by a huge bunker...... That feeling of distancing made Bao'er's heart more and more desolate and unbearable hard----

Suddenly, from the white mist of the forest: emitting a colorful light, the beam of light surrounded Bao'er---- like Bao'er had a lonely and infinitely bright little sun---- the little sun, suddenly rising higher and higher, like a charming rainbow bridge, drunkenly erected by the spring breeze: on the left side of the bridge, thousands of happy magpies gathered, and on the right side of the bridge, scattered disappointed and delicious small crows in the field......

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(To be continued.) )