ibe, bone-chillingly frigid, shooting at Lin Ning like an arrow, as if trying to pierce him with a single shot."What's with that expression Feeling sorry for yourself" Lin Ning asked with a smirk, loo...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.", his complexion was pale, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, calm and composed, like a South American leopard awakened by them, its gaze sharp and bloodthirsty searching for food. Those fe...