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The yellow bird was hugging her leg. On the other hand, Bai Ying was standing in front of her politely. At this moment, it had reverted to its young form. It was only half a meter tall, and its snow-white feathers were beautiful and smooth. Its eyes were like agate stones, clear and transparent.

The most important thing was that there was a snow-white feather on its head