I feel sympathy and compassion, as if he is about to return to the West.

He is not dead again, why do he have his expressions, as if he is queuing up to burn paper for him?

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The second update is over ~

We will be late tomorrow, and it will be the old time.

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You must believe that the little oil-headed brother is a gift from thousands of miles away. [covering his face]

The fifth master is holding his ultimate move, cough cough—

Qi Zeyan: My heart is too dirty and dirty. If you have the ability, we will compete fairly!

Wu Ye: Have you eaten the food she cooked? Have you drunk the tea she brewed? Have you held her hand? Have you been to her room? Fair competition? Do you deserve it?
Chapter completed!