The Lord of Lonely City is my son. Hahaha! That editor is my son, got it?
You filthy bastard, beg me, your ancestor, to ban you!
The Heavenly Tortoise Ancestor gave a scornful smile. "That Lonely City bastard, a brainless fool whose whole family is dead, dares to fight me?"
Lu Li also scoffed. "Ancestor, there's no need to waste your breath on such an idiot. His mother is dead. Stay calm, stay calm!"
Lanye asked in confusion, "You two, may I ask if the 'Lonely City bastard' you mentioned is that first-rate idiot editor from Feilu, the Lord of Lonely City? That son of a dead mother?"
Lu Li and the Heavenly Tortoise Ancestor exchanged a smile. "Fellow Daoist, please stay a moment. That's exactly right!"
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