"Eagle, where are the baby flowers and birds? Where are they coming from?"
Bai Ying hurriedly hid behind Jun Yichen. He didn't know. He didn't even know what Shui Wawa said. He just thought Shui Wawa was angry.
The water doll turned its head, and the parrot quickly defended:
"I don't know if everyone was playing together just now and they all flew over here. I don't know where the boss went. Maybe he found something interesting. Just like the doll sister, he ran off to play by himself."
Dongfang Lingyu chuckled, pointed at the parrot and said:
"You have such a good brain, tell me what flowers and birds like to play with?"
The parrot had never seen the big devil before. In response to his question, he shook his head and kept shaking his little head.
What a joke, parrots are not gods, how can they know so many things?
The few words I said to the water doll are because the water doll makes trouble with it every day, and the flowers and birds are always more powerful than them, so I can say so much.
The water doll dragged its little head, really missing the flower and bird baby, but how could the flower and bird baby run out to play on its own? He sniffed and asked:
"Is the baby parrot hungry and looking for something to eat? The doll has nothing to feed the baby parrot. I don't know what it eats. Do you think the baby parrot is hungry?"
"Yes Yes"
The parrot stood behind Qing Pingle's shoulder and nodded frequently, which looked fake.
Jun Yichen's pupils widened, he pulled Shuiwawa to sit down, said a few words of comfort, and asked:
"Baby, what does the honeysuckle falcon usually eat? What does it like to eat? Where might it go to find food?"
Qing Ping Le followed the curiosity and stayed with the water doll for so many days. He only fed white eagles and parrots, but never fed the falcon, so everyone forgot about it.
The poor dragon and phoenix bird has been forgotten because of its relatively few photo opportunities.
Qing Ping Le took out his flute and prepared to sing a sad song for it
Blowing the xun also becomes...
Well, a night like this seems more suitable for blowing the xun
The song is composed, touching the heart, low and gentle, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people...
Even the birds in the forest became quiet and listened quietly