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... g's voice, her expression was quite frightened and nervous, her eyelids were trembling, and she finally woke up.

Chapter 6 Isn't this reproductive isolation?

"The head of the sheep, the hooves of the wolf, the dome, the colorful body and the height of one zhang and two feet, it is a unicorn."

Xixiang was stunned when he heard Liu Yun borrowing the wind that Gan Yu was a unicorn.

No wonder he felt like a sheep just now when he was far away, because the unicorn was orig ...

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