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... p>  So on the next journey, there was a little blue bird beside Xue Yingma.

  When it's meal time, Chen Mo will also reserve a meal for the little blue bird, and put it under the tree where it lives.

   Then soon the food will disappear.

   On the afternoon of the third day after Little Blue Bird joined the team, looking at the food remains under the jade cedar, Chen Mo asked with a smile:

   "Eat by other beasts again?"

   "Gee!"

  The little blue bird ...

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