King of Black Mist

After waving away his men, Yaochi drove the three of them into Songcheng's top luxury area.

Sunken garden, Trevi Fountain, Poseidon Fountain, St. Peter's double-storey pavilion.

"Sister Yao, do you usually live here?" Li Qianxia raised her neck like a big goose.

"Stay here as usual when you come to Songcheng." Compared with her, Yaochi looked very confident, like Li Changzhou who walked into the school's second cafeteria at the beginning of the month.

The four of them entered a villa. As soon as they walked in, they could see the European-style lawn opposite the living room. The sunlight was shining on it, which was perfect for playing golf.

"Is this Italian style?" Li Qianxia looked at the design of the living room. She had been to Italy several times.

"Songcheng style is combined with Italian style. I didn't pay attention to the specifics."

"Aren't you buying an evening dress?" Li Changzhou touched the back of the sofa and wanted to know what material it was made of, although he didn't know what material it felt like.

"I've already had someone deliver it." Yaochi poured a glass of water and drank it.

She pointed to the refrigerator and said to Li Changzhou: "The contents inside are 100% non-toxic and fresh. If you want to drink it, you can take it yourself. The wine cabinet is downstairs. It's best to put it in the refrigerator for disinfection. Qianxia, ​​Qinglan, let's go upstairs."

The three women left, and Li Changzhou watched their figures disappear on the hollow steps.

He opened the refrigerator door, and a message popped up in his mind. It was indeed a prop that could sterilize and preserve freshness without using electricity.

Such a good thing, Li Changzhou subconsciously wanted to include it in the "honeypot world".

Resisting the urge to steal, he closed the refrigerator door and walked around. He came to the sofa area, grabbed the magazine on the table, and sat down.

The sofa moved up to him as if to hug him.

It is another prop that can eliminate fatigue, automatically clean, and slowly restore "ability".

What is money? This is money!

His body relaxed and his eyes fell on the magazine in his hand.

It is not a magazine, has no publisher, no cover girl, and no selling price. It is a private collection of ancient costumes.

The picture quality is exquisite, the illustrations come from various museums, and the text is all written by professionals, focusing on what kind of people would wear such clothes.

"Is this so that you can identify the other person's social status by looking at his clothes?" Li Changzhou said to himself as he flipped through the pages.

As for the year, you don’t need to look at it, the system message will tell you.

At first I just flipped through it casually, but in the end I actually got into it. The writing is professional but not boring, and it quotes a lot from other sources. Even if it is just for entertainment, it is a very good read.

If you sell it, it will definitely become a historical bestseller.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of footsteps that Li Changzhou came back to his senses and flipped through a quarter of the magazine in his hand.

"elder brother."

Li Changzhou turned around and saw his sister in a dress standing in front of him.

"Does it look good?" Li Qianxia put her hands on her hips and struck a arrogant pose.

"What are you doing?" Li Changzhou was puzzled.

One-shoulder, low-cut, I guess I used breast pads, otherwise it wouldn't be that big.

"Go and change."

It's okay to show your legs, but it's definitely not okay to show your breasts.

"I asked you if it looks good!" Li Qianxia was dissatisfied. She expected that her brother would not answer, so she added, "I chose another set. I just wore this set to look at it."

"That's it." Li Changzhou then looked at it seriously.

Her hair is let down, her floor-length skirt is long, her lower body is graceful, and her upper body is slender. She is perfect, beautiful, radiant, and even a little bit sexy.

It was almost unrecognizable, even my brother was surprised.

"not bad."

"Is it not bad? Look at the waist, these breasts, these hips, this collarbone, this face?! Not bad?"

"Do I still care about your waist, chest, butt, and collarbone? What I'm looking at is this skirt, and the overall feeling of you wearing this dress. It's pretty and a bit stunning, but I'm not allowed to wear it."

"Tch." Li Qianxia rolled her eyes at him, then smiled and said, "Brother, hurry up, take a picture of me with your phone!"

Amidst the clicking sounds, Li Qianxia posed in various poses, and occasionally leaned on the sofa, pretending to be seductive.

While filming, Yang Qinglan and Yaochi also came down.

Yaochi is a palace-style suspender evening dress, pure white, elegant and gorgeous. When paired with her white hair, it looks like a dream and seems to be shining. It has a sense of aristocratic luxury and a natural nobility.

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan who was walking behind Yaochi.

Wearing a light blue gauze, there is not too much exposure, but it is an evening dress after all. The waist-cinching long skirt reflects the curves of a woman's bust and waist, and her temperament is noble and elegant.

Li Changzhou smiled.

Yang Qinglan also smiled, a little embarrassed.

"How is it?" she asked. Although she was rich, this was her first time wearing an evening dress.

"Beautiful, floating, white and clear, it is the breeze blowing in the ears in spring, the green shade of the grape trellis in the yard in summer, the whispering golden rice fields in autumn, and the first snow you see when you wake up in the morning in winter."

"Where did you see it from?" Yang Qinglan said amusedly.

".Don't worry about it, you're the prettiest anyway."

"What about me?" Yaochi asked unwillingly.

"The third most beautiful one." Li Changzhou was not a liar, "Below Miss Yang and my sister."

Yaochi rolled her eyes at him seductively, and said as if singing a slow song: "Who ranks first, your sister or Miss Yang?"

"Needless to say, of course -"

Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia both looked at him.

It’s strange, why can my sister also bring Shura field to my brother?

"——Qinglan is number one."

But after all, it is not a real Shura field. One of them is the younger sister. No matter what, they will never leave each other and bully them casually.

"Li Changzhou, I'll give you time to think again. Look at my shoulders that can pinch water, and my arms that are white, tender, and dexterous, like peeled tree roots."

"Since it is so flexible, don't compare it to a tree root with its skin peeled off. The root is not that smart."

"What's the problem?"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and change into your party dress."

"No need to rush." ​​Yaochi sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and put on an evening dress, which was elegant and charming. "The evening dresses here are all samples. I have asked the designer to make new ones and send them over with the jewelry. ."

This is the rich man!

She put the magazine Li Changzhou was reading on her lap.

"Have you read my book? I kept it there, why are you messing it up for me?" She seemed to dislike her husband for messing up her folded quilt.

Yaochi did it on purpose. She knew very well that men like this kind of scolding but affectionate tone, let alone a virgin who has never been in love.

It's a pity that Li Changzhou's attention is now entirely on Yang Qinglan. He is taking pictures of her with his mobile phone and preparing to use them as wallpapers. He is dreaming about nothing.

When it was getting dark, the designer sent dresses. In addition to theirs, there was also Li Changzhou's dress.

Simple suit, handsome and straight.

He looks slim, but is actually muscular, and the suit fits him perfectly.

It's a bit sexy. Looking at it, Yang Qinglan felt that something was wrong - usually men are flirted with by women in dresses and want to hug the woman's waist. Why is he doing the opposite and wanting to hug Li Changzhou's waist? Want to stick to his arms?

If she said it, Yaochi would nod: "Same feeling."

"Brother, let's take a photo together! You're so handsome!" Li Qianxia started directly without any mental burden.

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The party was held on the top floor of the most famous building in Songcheng.

"The party not only includes players, but also elites from all walks of life. People you often see on mobile news will occasionally appear."

The four people were sitting in the car. It was not the Mercedes-Benz before, but a Maserati.

Yaochi is from a good family, strong and noble in temperament, but his actions make people feel friendly and approachable. For example, now, he is driving in a dress.

The Maserati stopped at the intersection waiting for the traffic light.

"What kind of car is that? The logo looks like a trident. It's pretty cool."

"The Maserati President is not expensive, more than 1 million."

"Isn't more than one million expensive?"

"It's nothing in Songcheng."

Li Changzhou heard the conversation between a man and a woman in the car next door.

Outside the window was a neon sea of ​​light, and the world was bustling with people. Li Changzhou felt that this was the most dreamy night for him in 20 years - sitting in a car worth more than one million yuan, with a beautiful woman driving, preparing to attend a top-notch party.

The red light turned green, Yaochi stepped on the accelerator, and the Maserati rushed out like no one else, with a thunderous sound.

There was a song playing in the car, and the neon lights outside the window seemed to be traveling through a time tunnel.

The hotel has been reserved and you must show your invitation card to enter.

As soon as they entered, before they had time to look at the splendid building, a graceful girl with a snake-headed player with a neck 60 centimeters long walked past the four people with a wine glass in hand.

Several finger-sized players, all petite and exquisite, were flying in the air, chatting like bees bumping into each other.

"Hi handsome."

Li Changzhou glanced away, and a female player wearing a tube top evening dress with horns on her head came close to him.

"Alone?" As he spoke, his heavy chest came up to attack Li Changzhou's arm.

The woman's body suddenly swayed back, and she looked at Yang Qinglan in surprise. Yang Qinglan's eyes were turning back to black, and her lotus-like wrist hooked Li Changzhou's arm.

"Thank you." Li Changzhou thanked the lady and took Yang Qinglan to the dance with satisfaction.

"Focus, you're not here to play." Yang Qinglan whispered in his ear.

Li Changzhou leaned over and said, "Don't worry, I'm very focused on you."

He hooked his hand around his arm and pinched him gently.

Li Changzhou smelled the faint fragrance of Yang Qinglan, like flowers on a winter morning. It was light and elegant, making people want to smell it all the time and keep it by their side even after death.

The two followed Yaochi and Li Qianxia who didn't notice this scene.

"I didn't expect there to be so many inhuman players." Li Changzhou glanced around to see if there were any acquaintances.

"Human beings are not as bad as they think. Animals hate animals the most. They are the real enemies. They are fighting for survival all the time. A peaceful human society is naturally what they yearn for."

"That's right, running around for food every day in the wild, how can there be happiness and peace in human society." A lean man came over.

"Beautiful human lady, would you like to dance together?" He asked Yaochi politely.

"Sorry." Yaochi smiled and hooked Li Changzhou's other hand.

Li Changzhou immediately prepared to throw away.

"Wearing the clothes I gave you, you won't help me with this small favor?" Yaochi's voice came to his ears, and Li Changzhou had no choice but to hold back.

"Sorry." The lean man turned and walked away, and the four of them stared at the tail on his butt.

"Rabbit?" Yaochi asked as if talking to himself.

"The tail of a rabbit is not that short, a dog or a wolf." Li Qianxia was not sure either.

Li Changzhou was about to take away Yaochi's hand, but as soon as his body moved, Yaochi took it away himself.

Master, absolute master!

Not only did she see through his actions, but she also counterattacked with a trick of playing hard to get - she had always been interested in Li Changzhou, but now she suddenly took the initiative to make Li Changzhou pay attention.

Li Changzhou's theoretical knowledge is very rich. In order to pursue Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia gave him many lessons.

Next, from time to time, people came to invite the four of them, but they all declined.

They were not the only ones who refused any invitation to dance, there were also many people who refused to dance.

Everyone present is a player, and it is very dangerous to stay in the same hall. If you dance with your hands on your shoulders or arms around your waist, you may "get sick and die" that night.

"Are you here?" Zheng Qing came over wearing a small dress, her slender legs were a healthy brown color.

"Sister Qing?" Li Qianxia asked in surprise, "Aren't you the player in charge of Ming City?"

"That's why I came here." Zheng Qing smiled, quickly looked at Li Changzhou, and explained nonchalantly, "I am from your side. There is also a member of the Special War Bureau on the Saint Master's side. We are in charge. Mediate this matter.”

"Sister Qing, we are not to blame for this matter at all. It was the other party who provoked us first," Li Qianxia said.

"Yes, I will try my best to speak for you, but you must remember that no matter what, you can't take action. Once you do, even if you are justified, the special war situation will not be on your side. This is the bottom line."

Li Changzhou just glanced at Zheng Qing and didn't even say hello. He had no time to care about anything else now.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally got the courage.

"Shall we go dance too?" he asked Yang Qinglan in a low voice, his throat dry and his heart pounding.

Yang Qinglan glanced at him: "I know you can dance in 1928, but can you dance now?"

Her voice was also lowered, as if she was whispering.

"I just learned it, watch them dance." Li Changzhou pointed to the dance floor.

"Have you planned it beforehand?"

"When you pulled me up in the cafe during the day, I started thinking about holding your hand again."

Yang Qinglan lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled. She raised her head, her clear eyes sparkling under the light, and her delicate lips made a 'good' mouth shape, but she hadn't spoken yet -

"Here we come." Yaochi came closer.

The two of them followed her gaze and saw a man walking in with five women at the entrance of the party.

The man is handsome. According to the value game, he has about 8 points of charm. He is considered a rare handsome guy.

There are five women behind her, vying for beauty, wearing tube top evening gowns, fishtail evening gowns, simple evening dresses, A-line skirts, tube top A-line skirts, all of them are beauties.

The most eye-catching thing is the woman closest to the handsome man.

She is not wearing a dress, but is wearing a white robe, with blond hair like a waterfall, a pair of clear blue eyes, and a pure and flawless temperament. In terms of charm, she only has about 8 points, but her special temperament gives her a lot of points, similar to Li Changzhou's divine body.

A middle-aged man in a suit came up to him, said a few words to him, and then walked over together.

"It's the Holy Master!"

"He is the Holy Master? A Holy Master with S-level instincts and three thousand players under his command?"

"Yes, I've seen him before!"

The cars in the hall gradually became quiet as if they had stalled. In a party of this level, S-level instincts were still out of reach.

The Holy Master came over and didn't look at Li Changzhou. He looked at Yaochi and Li Qian first.

Li Changzhou took a step forward and looked at the other person.

"It was you who killed Hell?" The Saint Master looked over and spoke in a calm and condescending tone.

"It's me." Li Changzhou replied.

The smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

"You two," the middle-aged man in charge of the Holy Master said, "Let's talk carefully and show some sincerity."

The Holy Master glanced at him and said to Li Changzhou: "Hand over the hell ID card, kneel down and admit your mistake, and let this matter go."

"The Holy Master is indeed very sincere." The middle-aged man looked at Li Changzhou.

Sincerity?

"Wait a minute," Zheng Qing frowned, "I will definitely return the ID card, but just kneel down, right? In modern society, kneeling down is so ugly."

"He killed the Holy Master's woman. Kneeling down is already a way of showing face to the special war situation." Behind the Holy Master, a woman wearing a dress but unable to hide her wildness flashed with blood in her eyes.

"Hell made the first move. Did we make a mistake in our defense?" Li Qianxia was unconvinced.

"Is it okay to kill someone for defense?" Another woman behind the Holy Master spoke up. She was a young woman wearing a French 18th century court dress and spoke softly.

Li Changzhou said coldly: "In the dungeon, let alone defense, what's wrong with even taking the initiative to kill people?"

"That's right." The Holy Master nodded, "So Hell did nothing wrong. Why did you kill her? And also killed the rest of my disciples?"

Li Changzhou and everyone were speechless for a moment.

It’s unbelievable that there are such shameless and domineering people.

"Mr. Saint——"

Before Zheng Qing finished speaking, a black-haired woman behind the Holy Master interrupted her:

"We are all players of the Xia Kingdom. We don't want to hurt the harmony. You are living well, but someone died on our side after all, and it was the woman of the Holy Master who died. Kneel down and cancel this matter. Do you still want to How do we give in?”

"The theory of victim guilt?" Li Changzhou sneered.

"Are you very unconvinced?" The Holy Master, who had been silent all this time, glanced over and said, "Asking you to apologize is already giving the special warfare situation. If you are abroad, who do you think you are? You are not even qualified to see me!"

"Holy Master!" Zheng Qing's face turned ugly.

"Okay, okay, how about this, let's all give the special battle situation some face," the middle-aged man in charge of the Holy Master said hurriedly, "Li Changzhou doesn't need to kneel here, just bow and apologize. Of course, the identity card must be returned - —Holy Master, what do you think of this?"

The Saint Master glanced at Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan.

"The two of them will toast me another glass of wine and forget about it."

Without thinking, Yaochi quickly grabbed Li Changzhou and whispered: "If you don't agree, don't agree. Don't make a move. He is irritating you and wants you to make the first move."

The tension began to build.

Some timid players left secretly, but most stayed to watch the excitement. Some non-players also stayed, not believing that anyone dared to do anything in modern society, especially in the bustling area of ​​Songcheng.

Li Changzhou opened Yaochi's fingers and ignored her dissuading eyes: "So what if I do it?"

"Long day!" Zheng Qing also hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

The Saint Master and others sneered.

"Do it? Move it for me to see?" the wild woman taunted.

"Originally, I was in a good mood today and planned to let you go." Li Changzhou said calmly.

He has never actively hunted players or taken advantage of Black Mist's abilities. Otherwise, what is S-level?

"Do you know what is the biggest difference between us?" Li Changzhou said to the Holy Master, "You need to pay attention to the special battle situation, but I don't."

"What do you mean by asking me? I'm telling you now, I want you to die and no one can stop me!"