Liu Yiran was also infected by the fighting intent of this group of birds at this time, and only felt that his blood was boiling.

Nightmare pondered for a moment, then shouted to the sentry birds:

(Go and find me a white bird king, a black bird king.) I need to give you a task. ）”

The birds were very excited, and they gathered the smoke around them to Liu Yiran and Nightmare, and these smoke was the best umbrella for them to fly. At this point will be this

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