Ermin's face was silent, she wanted to say something but stopped.
After getting along for so many years, although these four evil god consciousnesses were somewhat independent and often burst out with all kinds of inexplicable words and comical acts, they had gradually seen each other as companions.
"Can you touch my head before I die?" The bald bird looked at Ermin and suddenly laughed. I want you to sign your name on my bald head.
"It's another strange request,"
Ermine was stunned for a moment and stroked its bald central head with exuberant black curly hair.
Huala!
The ripples of life flashed, and a line of words gradually appeared on the scalp in the middle. It was Ermin's name.
The ahoge bird was like a cat, constantly rubbing against her hand. Suddenly, it was dazed and full of regret,
