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... the first punch for the monks to connect with each other in the Huzhong Realm?

  Because of interests!

   Never forget that a monk is not exactly a player.

  For players, they can freely post their strategies for the game, some understanding of the game, and deep opinions on certain things on the forum.

  However, monks will not!

  If the forum is used as the first punch, it is conceivable that the result will be a lot of spam content, as well as meaningless a ...

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Only this way would the Prince Regent love and respect him.

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Meng—Low IQ—Huan: What were the words the original host used to scold the man?

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The beauty looked to be racking his brain as if his life depended on it.

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Lin Bozhou: “…?”

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