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Fu Bao's sullen expression immediately froze in front of the computer, and then jumped up from the chair, his eyes glaring round, "Love, love ?!"

When did his boss have love again? ! He snorted and typed back quickly.

Fubao: Boss, do you love? ?

Gang:

Fubao: Longevity! The Lord actually found love with us behind my back, my heart is about to break! 【Crying】

Mo Xiaoyu: cheap | man, get out!

Fubao: [Crying] The boss said, why don't you believe it!

Mu Jinghong: Meow meow?

Picking Ju Dongli: Wangwangwang?

Unintentional: quack quack?

Mo Xiaoyu: Speak human. 【Dislike】

Mu Jinghong: Does the ten thousand-year-old single who is the host have a relationship?

Watermelon without sugar: what's wrong with this world? Can a woman so sturdy help her find love?

Fengyue is boundless: Like me who has no love, it must be because it looks so good. 【shy】

Gang Tip: Sorry, the administrator has turned off the gang group chat feature, please wait for it to be opened next time.

Everyone: ...

Mom's permission dog!

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One day passed quickly.

The picture in the game will change with the time and follow the natural environment.

There was heavy snow all year round, and the Kunlun of the iceberg glacier was foggy. The snowy mountains in the distance were covered with white mist, and the layers of wind rotated with the wind. The snow drifted slowly down the sky, and everything was visible in silver.

The moonlight above the head was as bright and white as a gauze, and the stars were extinct on the horizon.

The top of Kunlun Mountain is the warfare of war weapons, the hiss of horseshoes.

The military lady was riding a warhorse, her dress was heroic, and her fiery cloak flew with the wind behind her, curling up the broken hair falling from her cheek.

Every Wednesday is an offensive and defensive battle of two camps. The flags in the map can be occupied. If you accidentally lose your own stronghold, then all the camps that have lost your stronghold must spend this week carefully so as not to Killed by players in opposing camps in the wild.

The snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain does not change all year round. The dense player ID makes people with intensive phobia look worried. Everyone is doing their best for their camp.

Su Kui, as the first person of the wicked, naturally bears the brunt of every attack and defense.

Today, however, it is different.

Battlefield Channel:

Wen Jiu: Hey, pen and ink for thousands of years, make a gamble, if I win you, how about marrying me?

Thousand Years of Pen and Ink: ...?

Qianqian kiss: Meow meow? ? What the hell!

Ah seven: My mother, Wen Jiu confessed to pen and ink?

One ride at the moment: first and second together? Then lethal burst the watch? Sorry for thinking too much.

Wen Jiu: If you don't speak, I'll assume you?

Lu Qiaosheng rarely went out today. He sat in front of the computer, his eyes behind the lens narrowed into a long and narrow line, and his dark eyes crossed a bit of interest.

His big, sharp hand paused on the keyboard, and for a while, he slowly typed.

Thousands of years of writing: good.

Pen and ink millennium: If you lose?

Wen Jiu: [smile] I am married.

Thousands of years of pen and ink: good.

Distraught: lying trough! !

Dandan and delay: lying trough! !

This is your father: lying trough! !

Game: lying trough!

Fubao: lying trough! ! I disagree!

True color: lying trough!

The world exploded, that is, for an instant--

Wen Jiu: So that's for sure, my fellow citizens of the wicked, tonight I will marry the whole service first to our Valley of the Wicked, or I will marry to the Haoqi League, it depends on you!