272 Wood Peacock

Flamy was flustered and exasperated. It lowered its head only to see its feathers floating off, as well as its bare stomach.

My prettiest feathers!!! Flamy lamented in agony, almost spitting out blood in grief.

It hadn't seen itself so bare since it was young. It currently looked the same as a golden roasted duck fresh that was from the oven.

I've actually become as naked as Goldie!

Flamy knelt down as it repeatedly punched the ground with its wings.

One of the main reasons it didn't like to use its fire feather skill was because if the rate of use was fast enough, it would become bald for a short period.

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The situation had been dire just now, so it hadn't thought too much and had directly released all the feathers on its body.

Goldie ran over. Flamy turned its head to the other side, ashamed and resentful. This damned bald duck… It is here to mock me?