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Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh: Orc cubs looking for father? 12(2/2)

"Of course it's me."

Doreen wrinkled her nose, gathered around Andre, and said with a smile:

"Andre, please stop going on patrol and stay with me for a while?"

She stood on tiptoe.

Deliberately getting close to Andre.

She also wanted to pull his arm.

But Andre took a step back in time, avoided Doreen's hand, and glanced down at the same time.

"Going back."

Only then did Doreen notice that there was a cub beside Andre.

She frowned and asked with a look of disgust:

"Isn't this the ugly female's cub? Are you willing to take him on patrol instead of accompanying me?"

"Aqian is not ugly."

Aier couldn't bear to hear other people slandering Ying Qian, so he immediately puffed up his face and roared fiercely:

"A Qian is a hundred times prettier than you!"

"Only a little cub with a problem with your eyes would think so."

Doreen pulled up a strand of long hair and admired it contentedly for a while. Then she glanced at Al condescendingly and said sarcastically:

"When you grow up, you will know how ugly that female is!"

She deliberately raised her voice.

It caused bursts of laughter all around.

Al clenched his fists, his little face flushed with anger.

He was about to refute it again.

A lazy voice suddenly sounded.
Chapter completed!
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