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... king, he saw the wave of Huang Yueli's robe sleeve, the cup was immediately blown down by the sleeve wind, and the milk in the cup splashed out and spilled on the ground.

There were a few birds nearby who were pecking at the bugs on the ground, just under the table.

The milk spilled on the bird's feathers and got wet.

The little bird chirped, subconsciously flapping its wings, trying to fly away.

However, none of them succeeded in flying.

Just a few breaths awa ...

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