Chapter 1352: What about the Dark Department

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It can be said that if there were no six elders, the lark might have been imprisoned in the lark hall like a livestock for the rest of his life.

Sixth Elder, the moment he heard these three words, the lark's body stiffened a little, and strange and familiar scenes crossed his mind.

In the very cold lark hall, no one wants to set foot in it.

At the dining table in the hall, there were two people, one old and one young.

The old man sat on a big chair, and the little doll sat on a small high stool.

The old man ate with chopsticks in his hand, and the little doll grabbed and ate with his hands, stuffing his mouth full, and while eating, he opened a pair of big eyes, looked at the spoon in the old man's hand, and then looked at the spoon in front of him.

As soon as the little paw grasped the spoon, he looked at the old man while imitating the old man to pick up the rice in his mouth, his mouth was stuffed with bulging mouths, his face was stained with rice grains, and his silver eyes were full of curiosity.

In the second month, the old man changed to chopsticks, and the little doll learned to use chopsticks.

In the third month, the old man made a small car for the little doll, and the little doll learned to walk.

In the fourth month, "Little Sparrow, this one is called Baozi, Baozi." The old man wrapped a whole table of buns, looked at the little doll sitting on the noodle table, with a face of flour and said with a smile.

The little doll looked at the raw buns in her hand that had not yet been steamed, and the next moment, she opened her mouth and bit it.

"No, no, it's raw, and you can't eat it yet." The old man finally rescued the buns.

Fifth month.

"This is a rabbit, and the roasted rabbit meat is also delicious." Looking at the rabbit in the little doll's hand, the old man said.

Delicious?

The little doll looked at the live rabbit in her hand, blinked her eyes, opened her mouth, and bit the rabbit's ear.

The old man was shocked and hurried to rescue the rabbit.

6th month.

"The buns are still roasted and fragrant! The little finch is blessed. Sitting by the fire, the old man roasted the buns and said with a smile.

The little doll looked at the fire in front of her, rushed away, and when she came back, she grabbed a rabbit and was about to roast it on the grill.

The old man took action in an instant and saved the poor rabbit who didn't pluck his hair again.

Seventh month, eighth month, one year, two years.

As smart as a little lark, he has learned a lot of skills, even surpassing the little phoenix of the same age.

And all this, including the Phoenix Queen and the Phoenix Emperor, the other phoenixes outside the Skylark Hall didn't know anything, to be exact, they didn't care at all.

As long as the Destruction Phoenix stays well in the Skylark Hall and doesn't come to harm them, he doesn't care about her life or death at all.

On the contrary, as the little princess of the Phoenix Clan, Yunfeng enjoys the favor of all the phoenixes up and down the Phoenix Clan, and because of her good luck as a god, she is favored by several elders and has the potential to become a phoenix god in the future.

Although it is said that under normal circumstances, it takes the luck of the gods to have the potential to become a god, but for so many years, the junior talents of the Phoenix clan are not very good, and Yunfeng's luck of the gods is already the top among the phoenixes of the same age.

As for the Destruction Phoenix that was locked up in the Skylark Palace, no one ever cared.

What are you kidding, how can a dark phoenix become a phoenix god.

Maybe it's because tens of thousands of years ago, the demon god broke with the god and left the demon race, and since then, the dark system has become the most disgusted existence from all walks of life.

As everyone knows, whether it is dark or light, it is the same as gold, wood, water, fire and earth, but it is just a kind of spiritual power, and there is no distinction between high and low, let alone good or bad, magic is just a kind of power, whether it is used to do good things or bad things, depends on the owner of the power.

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