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    Homer looked at the three of them with interest. Dressing is not a formal dress for an audience occasion, but the material is not ordinary, on the contrary, it is not affordable for ordinary people from the perspective of style. Combined with the place where he is standing now, it is the wealthy area. It seems that the family should have a solid foundation.

    However, he is just a businessman.

    He glanced at the lady who was kneeling on the ground and wished to bury her face in the ground, and her husband who was hung up with a desperate face, Hemo looked away expressionlessly.

    A businessman, a helpless ping.

    Not even politicians, but ants.

    Kneeling on the ground, eyes still unwilling to be honest, it seems that he really has no tutoring at all.

    He was too lazy to look at Leng Yiran's flushed face and glittering eyes. He was about to turn around, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

    At this moment, he seemed to realize that there was a person who, from beginning to end, had been standing there, looking at him calmly. That look....

    Different from the shyness of a woman seeing a man, nor the panic of seeing others kneeling on the ground, nor the flattery clinging to his identity, everything seems to be separated by a layer of veil, the smoke curls, and it is cold and indifferent.

    this woman...

    Leng Chao fell to his knees. If he saw Leng Yiran's performance just now, he wanted to shove her home and never let her go out. Now he looks up and stands motionless, and even dares to face the marshal face to face. Looking at Leng Yiyao, her heart was torn apart!

    Both of these are so worrying. Don't read the book into the dog's stomach!

    A pair of eyes glared at him from behind, Leng Yiyao said that there was no pressure at all, but he curled the corners of his lips without a trace, and slowly looked at the man in front of him.

    This person has too much appearance, and under the setting sun, he doesn't look like a mortal.

    The facial features seem to have been carved out by the gods themselves. They are everywhere, and they can't take their eyes away from them. However, the breath of his body is the most terrifying.

    Seeing himself reflected in his pupils, it was as if he was looking at his every move in the mirror of a black stone.

    A person with such a pair of eyes is nothing but the heart, as if nothing in the world can leave the slightest trace in his eyes. Visible, extremely cold. But the most important thing is not that.

    Leng Yiyao moved the tip of her nose lightly, took a slow breath, turned her head for a long time, turned her head towards him, and smiled softly without any meaning.

    She knew that this man had a taste she had been familiar with for several lifetimes, and the killing decision revealed in his bones made her blood boil.

    The bloody smell, whether it was on his hands or what she had seen in her previous life, was probably much more than all the people who were standing and kneeling put together...

    He and she are actually the same kind of people.

    It has nothing to do with other people's ideas, ignore the world's opinions, only look at the results, only pay attention to the results, even if this is the reason, kill them all...

    Slowly lowering her eyes, she glanced at the poor and ugly face of the neighbor next door in the flower house, and smiled boredly.

    The king is lying on the couch, how can he allow others to sleep soundly? Dare to focus on the arms business, it is tantamount to taking chestnuts from the fire.

    Without the determination and ability to take food from a tiger's mouth, he can only accept his fate and hand over his life to others.

    Homer kept looking at her, never missing the scrutiny in her eyes and the indifference to her neighbors, but the cold-blooded ruthlessness behind her accurate judgment of the world still made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

    He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his expression was calm and his posture was sloppy. The most surprising thing is that there is light in her eyes, but what is hidden in that light, even he can't tell for a while.

    When will the merchant family be able to raise such a daughter?

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