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"Narcissist."

Though his lips feigned disdain, Fu Lin's face was brimming with utter indulgence.

After finishing lunch, Su Yunjin and Fu Lin continued their shopping trip, gathering the remaining items on their list.

Ah Qiang dropped by around two in the afternoon, but only to collect the goods they had already purchased so they could be taken back to Zongshan together when Su Yunjin returned.

After a busy day, Su Yunjin felt utterly exhausted by the time she got back home.

Once she had rested enough, she realized—

Luomoshi smiled wryly. As he spoke, his gaze drifted past Yin Sanren's shoulder toward the boundless void in the distance.

Yet this lasted merely an instant. His emotions were like clouds in the sky, shifting constantly. Following the brief sensation of floating on air, a streak of icy chill crept up from the base of his spine and settled heavily in his mind.

In less than the time it takes to draw a breath, Wang Lianhai killed two men in succession, terrifying the renowned physicians until every single one of them turned ashen, and quite a few wet their pants on the spot.

"That fellow valued at twenty-four million pounds?" Baggio's expression remained completely calm. Drogba's transfer to Chelsea had indeed caused quite a sensation, but for two years he had failed to prove himself, with a goal-scoring rate that was appallingly low. What use would such a person be even if he came to Lazio?

"Why shouldn't I say it?" Chen Yu asked with an expression of utter helplessness, shooting him a fierce, reproachful glare before asking innocently.

"No, if I leave, you'll have even less hope of surviving," Ouyang Xue said with resolute finality.

Turin was an industrial powerhouse, forming Italy's industrial triangle alongside Milan and Genoa. Fiat, Italy's largest private automotive manufacturing plant, was established in Turin, and the city's entire economy thrived under its driving momentum.

At this, a flash of pain crossed his eyes. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a favored son of heaven, a young master of the Pang family. But little did they know that the one thing the Pang family had no shortage of was young masters. Aside from him, the family had numerous descendants; one more of him made little difference, and one less of him hardly mattered.

The family of five all looked upward and saw a wooden plank protruding from the ceiling beams, covered in a thick layer of soot and pitch-black, the kind of place ordinary people wouldn't bother to notice.

Wang Zaijin stated, "Then this subordinate shall go seek an audience with His Majesty and implore his approval." With those words, he stood up and strode away.

Bao Bei looked at the cold glare of the saber and did not dodge at all. With a single hand, he gripped the man's wrist and shoved. The waist saber immediately swept in the opposite direction. A miserable cry rang out, and amidst a flash of blood, the wrist of the Puer man holding the gun was heavily slashed. Blood spurted forth, and at the same time, the gun slipped from his grasp.

When this sudden Polish crisis erupted, the entire French Empire and the Tuileries Palace were momentarily paralyzed. Everyone sensed that some monumental event might be about to occur. Many wondered in secret whether this magnificent, splendid scenery around them would be swept away by a violent gale, burying them in its wake.

Right now, Feng Yifeng truly did not dare to force his way in; he could only stare longingly at the blood-stained garments in his hands, because they were stained entirely with the blood that had flowed from翁美玲's body. Though over a day had passed, the bright crimson bloodstains remained glaringly vivid, still wringing Feng Yifeng's heart with anguish and grief.

Seeing Chen Yin and his companions climb up from the melted breach in the city wall, Kratos merely glanced at them coldly before resuming his assault on the Basilisk by hurling javelins. For he knew that the warrior's single arrow earlier was likely a sign that he was not an enemy.

Upon receiving the order, the two burly bodyguards immediately stepped forward, sandwiching Luo Xinran between them from left to right.

This was the Siberian ice field. Even at night, a vast expanse of blinding white was visible all around, resembling a fairytale kingdom of ice and snow.

"Well, Graves, did he get away again?" Ezreal asked as he washed a cup, glancing at the man.