Life and death of online games
He is my grandfather. How can you know my grandfather when you are so young? How can there be a special transmission volume transmitted to my inner courtyard? I didn't hear my grandfather say he had any human friends! The elf's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and judging from her hand still holding the wooden door, if she was sure that we were bad people, she would close the wooden door in time. And...
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