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Who can believe that I am just a netizen I met while playing in the league, and I can jump into my life and make clear arrangements for you? What's wrong with being so young? Isn't it exciting for an uncle to be paired with a lolita and for an aunt to be paired with a young lady? You may not like me, but you cannot deny that the way you take off after me in the game is very smooth. My dream is not to be a professional e-sports player. How many times do I have to tell you, sister, I don't want to be a professional ADC, but your ADC.

"Hey, have you watched the live broadcast of the national war in District 13?" "I know! That Mohist assassin named Feng Chui Guo'er Fei defeated all the guild's elites by himself!!" "It's a pity that after this battle, he deleted his account." The Warring States online game has twelve professions: Confucianism, Mohism, Law, Miscellaneous, Medicine, Soldiers, Farmers, Ming, Dao, Zongheng, Yin and Yang, Hidden World. In the midst of the raging war, he, howling like a demon, turned his hands to make clouds and rain!

1V1, at the end of the year, the cheeky heroine V fell in love with the e-sports boss she was obsessed with After amnesia, you are also my world! Who can realize their dreams without an ADC in their life? One is disabled and the other has dissociative amnesia. They have loved and hated each other, but fate still tied them together. The forgotten agreement was finally realized in another way. Some people live wantonly, but some people have to go through hardships even to hug each other. It is simply fate that is always wonderful.

\u003CWomen are strong and men are weak? Two-way crush? No, no, she owns it openly, a big star? No matter, little fresh meat? Yes, okay, actually this is a bad relationship\u003E Nine hundred and twenty years ago, she said to him: "Even if the person I, the ancestor of all resentment, loves, he will not be allowed to touch him. His heart belongs to someone else, so I will dig it out and throw it away. Even if he dies, he will turn into white bones under the tree I planted!" Nine hundred and twenty years later, he said to her: "Wait a minute--! Don't come here--! Amitabha, come and save me--! There is a ghost--! \