PREVIEW

... uan Yu: "Throwing darts?"

Such a mentally retarded game?

Rule: Three out of ten, you can move on to the next level.

Ruan Yu complained: "You guys might as well play Monopoly, throw dice and move forward, isn't it more exciting?"

She saw that this section of the road less than 20 meters was full of checkpoints.

The director turned his head at the monitor: "This is the next issue, the venue and the game are a monopoly, play it for a day!"

Program Group: " ...

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