Bu Zheng's brain today seemed to be stuffed with torn cotton wool, mixed with a lot of paste, and then he was kicked by an old female donkey in heat for more than a hundred feet, like a fool sitting in front of the computer in a daze for four hours, unable to write, and then wrote a bunch of this

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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