"Die! I''m not going to the front row, I''m the output! It''s not a tank


    Chen Fan said that he was speechless to the wretched emperor. As a melee ad, he stayed in the back row...


    On the eighth floor, boss room.


    Yue stares at the paper in her hand, on which are several people in silver armor and a tail the size of an arm!


    With a slight sigh, he put down the paper and then looked in front of him. "Finally, it''s coming... This guy doesn''t understand his Majesty''s painstaking efforts at all. He wanted to help you, but now forget it. Let you suffer a little. "


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