The twelve girls were stunned for a moment, and when they looked at the egg on the ground, their faces suddenly turned gloomy, and they slowly explained in a low voice: "Mother, the twelve girls really didn't do anything bad!"

Qinggou looked back at the closed door and pinched his daughter's bleak face: "You didn't do anything bad, how can this egg explain to the bald donkey?"

The twelve girls' scalps tightened, and they simply let go, and raised their heads and shouted: "Bald donkey, you still have a child." When he roared here, he suddenly felt his strength and collapsed on the couch.

Nian Jue was even more excited, jumping to his feet and clapping and shouting, "Hurry up, come, call Dad!"

The helpless green dog, rushing to the ten ......

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