"Otherwise? We met by chance, and I risked my life to save you?" Li Tianming said.
"Uh... that's true, haha. Brother, you're a real one." Huren Bing truly liked him more and more; his temperament was very forthright. "It's just a pity that, given the situation now, you really have it rough! I truly sympathize with you, brother. You lifted your wives up into the heavens, only to have them kick you away with all four limbs. Then you had to bear the grudge they left behind and be hunted across billions of miles, destined to reach the end of the road... Brother, you really are a Pure Love War God, a model for our generation!"
"Pfft." Li Tianming couldn't help laughing. "Brother Hu, having two wives and embracing one on each side still counts as being a Pure Love War God?"
"That's true too! Then divide it by two—you're half a Pure Love War God!" Huren Bing laughed heartily.
"Get lost!"
Li Tianming didn't chat with him any longer. Lord An Ning had called him over, so he cupped his hands toward Huren Bing and said, "Brother Hu, if the storm ever passes one day, let's warm wine and discuss heroes, then talk to our hearts' content!"
"Alright!" Huren Bing's eyes reddened slightly. He had truly developed a deep manly sympathy for Li Tianming. Drawing a deep breath, he said, "Brother, even if you've lost your beloved, a man still has to look forward. When the storm truly passes, Brother Hu will definitely take you all over the Imperial Ruins to have a good time. Though we've lost quality, we must make up for it with quantity when it comes to women. As the saying goes, if a man hasn't had a hundred million, he's grown his little thing