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Tang Wu leaned against the wall, smoking his dry pipe, with his battered throat puffing out clouds of smoke and ash.
Ma Weigong suppressed his discomfort. At Tang Wu’s age, the dry tobacco he smoked had to be laced with mild poisons, otherwise the body wouldn’t feel a thing.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
It was rare to see Tang Wu so disheartened, so Ma Weigong softly recounted Li Mo’s exploits.
Tang Wu’s expression grew complicated. Stretching out his ...
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