"Someone's house must have collapsed and crushed the stove..."

Fire broke out in the center of the slum.

Tongues of flames loomed in the billowing smoke, spreading sideways and engulfing the surrounding eaves.

Clegg struggled to squeeze through the fleeing crowd and ran back to his home. Along the way, the fire burned more intensely and the air became more and more choking... Looking down from a height, the fire looked like a game.

, a game that devours lives.

His tense temples were throbbing.

Several neighbors he knew ran from inside, and he raised his voice and asked, "Hey, how's it going inside?"

"The fire is too big, I don't know..."

"Is anyone hurt? Where's my mom?"

"They were all running out one by one. The fire spread quickly. Here, look." Those people waved their arms and fled the fire in a hurry.

Bursts of burning sounds erupted from the sea of ​​​​fire, and tongues of fire jumped up right in front of your eyes.

The way forward is already blocked by the line of fire, and you can only watch the flames devour everything inside.

The fire was scorching, and the snow under his feet melted, leaving messy footprints on the snow, which became muddy. Craig knelt on the snow, and someone next to him grabbed his arm tightly to prevent him from continuing.

forward.

His cheeks felt hot, but his eyes felt cold.

He blinked and controlled his tears, as if he saw his mother's face turned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

This process is full of unspeakable pain and sorrow.

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"Bang~"

Several bright salutes exploded overhead.

Nance straightened his tie and entered the ball hall as the attendants bent down to welcome him.

In the huge room with the heating on, all the attendees were dressed up and every guest was a big shot. They wore uniforms, tuxedos, some wore long gowns with belts, and their wigs were powdered.

, like a swarm of bees flying around during the spring migration season, flying back and forth, sometimes sitting or standing, sometimes gathering or spreading out.

The crystal chandelier hangs on the four-story dome, illuminating the entire room with splendor.

The maids in uniforms elegantly shuttled among the guests carrying drinks.

After Nance entered the venue, he went directly to the table where the food was placed.

He has no idea of ​​seeing the upper class, and no one dares to talk to him. He is here just for Li Qinglian who may appear tonight, and to taste the dazzling variety of food.

I have to say that rich people really enjoy life.

The table in front of me is filled with dishes and tableware. There are four kinds of bread alone. Various delicacies, salads, soups, rare fruits in winter: strawberries, apples, oranges, five kinds of cheese and three kinds of ham.

In addition to coffee and wine, there are three brands of mineral water alone...

In the cold winter, sufficient energy is needed.

Nance took a plate and piled it with whatever he wanted to eat.

"Are you here to purchase goods?"

A quiet questioning voice came to my ears, even with a little bit of ridicule.

Nance calmly ate a piece of shrimp meat and looked sideways.

It is the tall female superintendent Erin with slender legs. Her bust and hips are plumper and more prominent than those of ordinary women, her waist is slender and tight, and she has a perfect body proportions like a magazine cover.

Her short hair is slightly brown, her nose is high and her eyes are full of vitality and sharpness.

Nance, who was originally sullen towards her, suddenly his eyes lit up. She was wearing a white cheongsam with a mountain ink pattern, and her leg lines that boldly extended from the slits at the base of her legs were quite perfect, even as beautiful as the queen's legs.

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"Aren't you allowed to eat at the dance?" Nance asked as he watched.

"There is no objection, as long as you are not afraid of others laughing." Irene took a glass of champagne from the table, then sat down on the chair next to her, and inadvertently crossed her legs. The perfect curves of her exposed legs made her

There was a sound of swallowing from all around.

"As a kid who climbed out of the slums, having a full meal is my top priority." Nance sat down across from her with a pile of dinner plates and forked a piece of steak that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, "Oh, delicious!

Do you want it?"

Erin sipped the champagne and said slowly: "This steak is too old. I usually only eat medium rare."

"Medium rare is actually old. I have a fresher way to eat it." Nance said while chewing. "Find a pasture. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the cow, chase it directly.

Come chew on your ass..."

"puff--"

The sudden smile made Irene almost knock over the champagne in her hand.

Her fair face turned a little red. She was smiling and holding back, so her smile looked awkward as if there were cavities in her mouth that were aching.

Nance lowered his head and continued eating his food.

This is by the window. Looking out is the harbor. You can see several cranes, docks, box-shaped warehouses, freighters, high-rise buildings... After nightfall, the garbage on the gray sea can no longer be seen. There is only reflection in front of you.

of prosperity.

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