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lit. paradise for clergymen
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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
Statuses: Updating
Bardic wet man: there are definitely shadows under the sun, rare starlight in the dark night, he came from the darkness, looking for the holy light of hope He spat: he wants the gods, all gone up in smoke na! The dull-haired loli with an unspecified occupation complained: His big gun, already hungry and thirsty, needs to drink the blood of ghosts and gods! The female lead clad in battle armor writes in the air: the song of fate is sung only for him! The pig's foot looked up at forty-five degrees to the sky and said: really fierce man, dare to face up to the bullshit life, the achievement of the journey against the sky... The lady of the house said in a weak way: if you gang of God's scoundrels continue to collapse the plot, people will put your deeds through the river crab off...