The dazzling male peacock stands far behind the pheasant. Each trembling feather seemed to shake off stone chips. It thought that the heartless guy should marry a sow.

Suddenly there was a chuckle.

Ringing behind you.

It was a wonderful sound that the Terrans could not have heard. Although the voice was full of ridicule.

The male peacock suddenly shook his whole body. As if reborn, he slowly twisted his neck and quickly turned his head. When it saw the gentle and beautiful female peacock standing not far behind it, it was indeed reborn.

The female peacock's dark blue and green neck feathers are like a circle of eight treasures and colorful fish scales from small to large, shining blue and green, with both shoulders shaved downward, flashing bright blue light, dark brown on the waist and back, but with a copper-colored luster, and slightly longer tail feathers, which are the emerald green color of blue and blue, slender feet, and gentle eye waves like water.

The male peacock was immediately stunned.

So the female peacock laughed again. Hold your chest high and raise your chin high.

The male peacock doesn't mind. Anyone who sees a man staring at a female orangutan will not move, and will laugh. The male peacock didn't mind seeing her look at the pheasant's demented expression, and he didn't mind her laughing at her fascinated expression.

The male peacock then slowly opened his brilliant tail screen full of spots.

It's about to propose to its beauty. And it's not that it's self-inflicted, it really feels that its beauties are also smiling at it, giving it encouragement, and waiting for it.

The male peacock's dazzling tail screen slowly unfolds in a small arc.

Suddenly there was a scream.

Remembered in the distance.

It was the scream of the Terrans. The voice was full of disbelief and amazement.

The male peacock's shoulders slumped.

The female peacock also showed a helpless expression.

On the hillside, a girl in a purple dress ran down at them with her arms outstretched, screaming. There is a ring on the neck, and a crystal flower between the eyebrows.

On the table in front of Qiao Xiang, there was an oil lamp, a dish of boiled eggs with eight cloves mixed with oil, salt and minced garlic, a plate of fried mint leaves, a small pot of braised pork with dried bamboo shoots, and a white sliced chicken that had been dismantled. A jug of wine. Rice and chopsticks.

Qiao Xiang swallowed his saliva, couldn't wait to pick up the hot rice, and picked up the chopsticks.

There seemed to be a cough outside the courtyard amid the sound of chewing.

Qiao Xiang immediately took food in his mouth and held his breath. The chopsticks stretched out for the braised pork also stopped.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound.

Qiao Xiang shrugged his shoulders, removed a piece of cinnamon, picked up the fattest and greasy braised pork hidden under the spices, and quickly put it in his mouth, followed by a spoonful of rice. Then the cough sounded again. Qiao Xiang sent the braised pork into his mouth, and he didn't even have time to chew it.

Qiao Xiang had no choice but to take another bite of the food and listen carefully. He didn't even think it was a cough, because the timbre was extremely clear and clear, just like the two jade bracelets on the woman's wrist touched lightly, maybe it was a woman who was passing through the courtyard, and the two jade bracelets on Hao's wrist touched so lightly.

Qiao Xiang was immediately relieved. There was no one waiting outside the door, it was just the sound of someone passing by and the bracelet tapping. Qiao Xiang continued to chew with peace of mind, and when he struck it for the first time, an inquiry sounded clearly outside the hospital: "Doctor Qiao?"

Qiao Xiang threw down his rice bowl and rushed to the gate with a rolling belt. The meal was still full of mouthfuls. Picking up the face of the firewood and looking at it, it was so bitter that he wanted to cry.

Canghai then felt guilty. Frowning-

(To be continued......)

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