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Both of them are waiting for people every day, so there is no problem in working hard--

The small ordinary people didn't know the deep meaning of the notice posted by the government, and they needed to pay special attention to their words. You can't whisper and say, "There is a monk back in our shop that looks exactly like the state teacher." In case of misunderstanding, it is offended by all three parties, and the eyes must be picked out and washed. But it ’s not easy to s ...

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[Fake Game Begins: Prologue, Real Game Begins: Chapter 14]

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