The black bird cub arched the eggshell, lay on the ground with its eyes closed and breathed shallowly, Jiang Yan outside the door rushed to hear the news, carefully picked out all the eggshells, and looked at the black bird cub with a puzzled face.

"Black skin? What kind of bird is this? ”

Unlike the newborn chicks, after an hour, the black cub still couldn't stand, and didn't even open its eyes, just lying there gasping for breath.

Black bird ginger smoke has one

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