chapter 170 The probability of survival is very low

It's getting light.

Xiao Fei was lying on the roof of a palace in Magpie Bridge Palace, stretching his wings like a laziness, and making a clear cry to the rising sun in the east.

Maille Lee carried a large basin of white rice and walked to the eaves

"Xiao Fei, come down for dinner."

"Cluck, cluck, cluck."

"Hey, I can't call you anymore,"Maille Lee put a large basin of white rice on the ground and said angrily:

"Would you like to eat it?"

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