After the destruction of high civilization, in a barren land. Humanity hid in its last Noah's Ark. Fragile life, great soul, there is never anything immortal. In the war between humans, midway people and murlocs, to whom will the poem be dedicated? Memories also fade, history books are compiled, and can only be possessed at this moment.
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Although, we Chaoshan people don't say Poujie, Poujie is Cantonese... The curse words we Chaoshan people use may be much uglier than Poujie. (Crying with laughter)
Boss, let's update this chapter [empty bowl] [empty bowl] Qiuqiu
Although, we Chaoshan people don't say Poujie, Poujie is Cantonese... The curse words we Chaoshan people use may be much uglier than Poujie. (Crying with laughter)
Boss, let's update this chapter [empty bowl] [empty bowl] Qiuqiu