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... lam to shiver violently.
“If you keep disobeying me, I’ll let Yin’er spit fire. Roasted river clam should taste pretty good,” she threatened.
Su Qingluo slapped the clamshell and retracted her hand, giving Little Kingfisher a teasing look.
“Chirp chirp!”
Little Kingfisher got the hint and flapped its wings to help along.
“No, no fire!”
A weak voice suddenly came from the clam spirit in the ears of both the bird and the girl. The clam spirit was fri ...
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