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... olden pheasants were just a post-meal snack for the little sisters, but since their brother caught them, they had to eat them even if they were full.
The few were plucking feathers and skinning in the forest, eating and chatting, while Chen Ying was up ahead talking to the young tiger.
“You’re planning to take them to find your mom? But aren’t they too young?”
“Not young at all, by autumn they’ll be almost a year old.” The young tiger chomped slowly on a chunk of beef, ca ...
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