Today, the Son of Heaven finished handling affairs, bathed, fasted, changed clothes, and prepared code words, but from sitting at seven o'clock in the evening to now, he held back more than 1,000 words.

I suspect I've been infected by a friend called the Really Foolish Old Man.

Calvin! Ultimate Calvin! It's painful!

I can only adjust it for one day, and I will have two shifts tomorrow.

The Son of Heaven swears to Emperor Rui of Jin Yuan here that it is as indestructible as the annual great member he promised!

"Crown of Chaos" is Carvin, seriously Carvin. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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