In the distant world, there is a legendary guild - "Seven Men and Eight Women".
Player 1: "They bully men and women and do all kinds of evil!"
Player 2: "They are arrogant and occupying resources!"
Player 3: "They are omnipotent and terrifying!"
It is obviously a small guild with only a few people, a mixture of people from the third-rate and nine sects, but its influence far exceeds that of the big guilds.
Every one of them seems to have a bug (just luck),
They have the strongest method of obtaining intelligence (eavesdropping on corners),
They are the guests of all NPCs (coquettishly),
They have a group of crazy cultists (fan support group).
Countless players condemned: "Planner, please do something!"
Planning: There is no planning in holographic games.
Tang Yuan is very innocent.
"Seven men and eight women?"
"Never heard of it..."
"I'm just a professional."
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Tang Yuan seemed to have flirted with a young translator in a foreign country a long time ago, and then he forgot about it.
It wasn't until a long, long time later that his teammates, who once respected each other like guests, hugged him and gnawed wildly: "Tang Yuan, you smell like milk."
Tang Yuan was incoherent: "Are you... Are you perverted?!"
The fake male god, the real black-bellied slut, the weird gong VS the fake fragrant, soft, really strong, invincible custard bag
Intention: If you have a dream, chase it; if you love it, chase it
