Amidst the drizzling autumn rain, Hu Wenlang chuckled to himself upon hearing this. "Then I must have been a real bastard in my past life."
Consort Mo’s teasing tone softened, replaced by a sudden, mountain-mist sorrow. "Yes, a real bastard, but also a great hero."
Hu Wenlang returned his attention to the newspaper. It wasn't the article itself that interested him, but the location where Zhou Tieyi had appeared: Mo City.
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