Chapter 532

• He shifted his gaze in another direction, but "Shen Qing" was already nowhere to be seen.
• He never claimed to be a good person. He loved tormenting people, loved watching the light die in someone’s eyes, loved seeing her taste despair to the last drop. He loved hearing someone on this kind of rack sob and shriek, trapped—unable to live, unable to die.
• To study all kinds of drugs, Lu Tingchuan naturally knew plenty of them. Maybe not inside out, but he had definitely seen them.