In the barren mountains, the burning clouds in the sky slowly dispersed.
On the ground, two little Qilins, one black and one pink, were crawling around on the big red Qilin's body, looking like two little monkeys.
"Go, go, go, I told you, I'm your father! Where did you get the milk from?"
"mom? I also want to know where my mother is, how can she bear to let me take care of my baby Yingluo alone?"
Cang Jiang was still laughing just now, feeling that the waves of happiness had come crashing down, and his beast life was already half complete.
But in less than two minutes, the lively and active twin little Qilin smacked its small mouth, its bright and crystal eyes stared at it, and a faint mist appeared.
"Waa!"
The younger sister, Cang Yan, was the first to cry. Her tears fell in strings and when they touched the flames, they sizzled and evaporated into the air.
