“Would this kid be kind enough to specially buy a copy of the newspapers for us to read?” The martyred spirits did not believe it.
But with the newspaper placed in front of them, Milo’s innocent smile made him look like a good person.
It had been a long time since they had properly read a newspaper. The proficiency in dividing up their reading as though they were fighting a battle could finally take a step back today.
Thinking of this, the martyred spirits were actually a little touched.
But before they could start reading, they heard Milo kneel and point at the newspaper on the ground. “Look at this article from Hope Media. The guardian angel of Bidara City in the report refers to me. That battle was really earth-shattering. It was like the entire city was filled with enemies...”
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