"it's useless."

Fan Ning shook his head and smiled.

"Actually, I'm not interested at all."

The "Painful Room", in which he was not familiar with the details at all and only had the impression of blood and pleasure in Mohu, was also forcibly imagined by him!

In the past, he only "grabbed" five-sevenths, and he had taken the initiative for a short time. Now with such an extreme operation, he didn't care whether "Miss Crimson" would take advantage of it! At most, it would be a little contaminated.

Have you received too little pollution?

"The main thing is that I don't know what the 'Fountain in the Painting' can be used for. Although you people are very unpleasant, you can take away this powerful source of pollution if you like. It can be regarded as a favor and eliminated.

Hidden danger"

Qiong felt that something had stuck in her throat, and she watched all this with tears in her eyes.

Fan Ning's expression was still smiling.

"But since you don't want to show off and want this and that, then just don't ask for anything and go out empty-handed."

The "gel membrane" on his wrist has been deeply cut into the flesh.

"Crazy... this person is crazy..." Several people in the altar were shaking violently, with bright red blood beads oozing on their faces, but they found that the traction of the "Leaves of the Qingkou Tree" was getting out faster and faster

…

I saw Fan Ning's body burning with intense seven-color flames, passing directly through the purple door.

The body that disintegrated into only part of the spirit body was thrown into the cracked stone door of the attic like nothing!

…

"Boom card!"

The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. It was sunny in Ufranser this morning, but in the afternoon, heavy lead-black clouds gradually piled into the sky.

As lightning pierced the curtain, large raindrops began to fall, the city's dirty water flowed, pedestrians scurried about in confusion, and stains of soot and dust splashed into gray flowers in various low places.

But the scene in the sanatorium room seems to never change. The smell of disinfectant, pale sheets and clothes, the boiling milk bottle, everything is old and cramped.

"It's almost six o'clock, I have to go back to work."

"Mrs. Olga, our task today is to advise you to take care of Mr. Kaplan with peace of mind."

"Thank you three for your kindness. However, as the person in charge of administration, I have not been to my office for more than ten days on such an important day."

"Director Fan Ning has already explained that it depends on Mr. Kaplan's personal arrangements whether he is taking a rest or attending a concert. You can just stay with him."

Early this morning, three colleagues from Turner Art Hall came to the door of the nursing home. It is said that Fan Ning had told them to come over half a month ago.

They weren't blocking her or anything, but they were sitting at the door trying to persuade Olga not to return to work early.

There is no need for her to help with matters related to the premiere.

The two sides were in a "stalemate" for most of the day, and they had three meals here.

Until the sky turns dark and heavy rain falls.

"I'll leave to listen later."

The two sides were still pulling at each other, when suddenly a weak but clear voice came from the room:
Chapter completed!