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... gh the city. Mercenaries, adorned in mismatched armor and weathered cloaks, roamed the alleys, shouting at the top of their lungs that The Freelance Fellowship was hiring .

"Looking for a thrill, some coin, and a few battle scars to brag about?" bellowed a grizzledman , a grin peeking through his wild beard. "Join the ranks of The Freelance Fellowship and earn your keep in gold! Two silverii upfront and three more each month. Fight alongside us and reap the rewards!"

A younger me ...

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Not only does his pheromone not attract Alphas, but it also annoys Alphas who smell it.
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He Yu hurriedly bowed ninety degrees to apologize: “I’m sorry!”
Chu Yi: “…” He was allergic to alcohol and vomited, why did this man apologize.
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He Yu decisively bowed his head to money.
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1. Sand sculptures, pretending to be counselors, and a group of academic bullies attacked by X campus bosses, rich and coquettish
[Actually, it is a love story between “a little dog pretending to be cowardly” and “a cowardly old dog”]
2. The protagonist is an adult.
3. The receiving pheromone is watermelon, and the attacking pheromone is abstract ice. Iced Watermelon Mix!
4. The author of the sand sculpture bib: Kongwubingbing

Content tags: fantasy space sweet text growth campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: He Yu, Chu Yi (three tones of chu, four tones of yi) ┃ Supporting roles: Xin Tao, Yuan Li, Li Jinhang, Cheng Haoyan ┃ Others: He Yu, Chu Yi, Iced Watermelon
One-sentence introduction: Acting and acting, you are really my boyfriend
Idea: Don’t be afraid of any difficulties we encounter! Beat them all with a smile!

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