Mistress, I Was Wrong
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Done.
"Dead?"
Dongfang Minghui took the water out of her storage space and poured some over the little golden Pseudo-Dragon. It was still limp, but its mouth kept opening and closing like a beached fish. She hurriedly fed it a little spirit liquid. "You'd better wake up, or I'll feed you to Toothless."
Toothless's listless expression vanished at once, and its eyes suddenly lit up.
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