King of Black Mist

Back in the loft apartment, Li Changzhou's IQ dropped to 5 points again.

Du Hua, the original owner of "Photo Transmission", whether he was kneeling at the feet of a woman or walking over to open the door for a stranger, he was probably in a negative state of declining IQ.

If his IQ is only 5 points of an ordinary person, and he only has 3 points left after one trip out and one trip home, then even if he doesn't meet Li Changzhou, he will be dealt with by someone else sooner or later.

Bea's "psychic power" requires biting a lollipop.

Li Changzhou's "Mysterious Black Mist" is even less convenient. If it weren't for the "Twins", he was lucky enough to become a black card player, and he had two teammates. He would have to fight players with the physical fitness of an ordinary person, comparable to the soldiers in the game. Probability of killing a hero - Players who are killed should take stock of themselves.

After hearing that Li Changzhou, who had lost his IQ and became self-pitying, finished speaking, Yang Qinglan, who was wiping his hair, calmly replied to him:

"Actually, there are other ways."

"any solution?"

"Rely on your 9 points of charm to deceive the female player, and then find a way to kill the other player and rob her of her instincts and skills."

"A gentleman loves money, so don't take it!" In the middle of the sentence, Li Qianxia came over and wiped the excess night cream on Li Changzhou's face.

The intensity was so intense that it didn't look like she was doing skin care, but rather taking the opportunity to play with him.

After taking a shower, Bi, wearing Li Qianxia's T-shirt, crossed her two bare thin legs, holding milk, drinking and watching TV.

After applying facial cream, Li Changzhou felt that his whole body had become fragrant. He also drank milk (the doctor ordered a glass of warm milk every night).

He didn't think it was necessary, but Li Qianxia was like a palace maid who administered chronic poison to the emperor, bringing it to him at regular intervals every day and supervising him to drink it.

"By the way, little princess, let me ask you a question." He said as if remembering.

"Ask, little bastard." Bi's eyes did not leave the TV, "The Mole's Tale."

".Why is your ID card ID 'It's Che'? It's still in Chinese."

"Switch to Chinese, click randomly."

"Yes, yes, I do that sometimes!" Li Qianxia nodded empathetically, "The WiFi on the mobile phone is just pressing random English letters."

Yang Qinglan wiped her hair, sat on the bed, took away the remote control, and switched to the news channel.

"What are you doing! Change it back for me!" Bi rushed forward. Before she could rush forward, the bottle had already bounced off the bed like a cork.

"Bitch! Bitch! Mother"

Bi flew back to bed like a cork, and Yang Qinglan lifted the quilt on the bed and covered Bi's body.

"Uh! Uh-huh! Uh-"

Bi's legs kicked around, and the neat quilt became a mess.

Li Qianxia saw that Yang Qinglan's face remained unchanged, watching TV calmly while holding down the quilt with her hands. She couldn't help but feel worried about the safety education of the next generation of the Li family.

Li Changzhou smacked his lips twice, suspecting that he had drank the night cream along with his lips.

Can I take night cream?

"By the way, brother," Li Qianxia came over and quietly asked Bi, who was lying motionless like a corpse, "Other white card players have missions, why don't you?"

Li Changzhou thought for a moment and said, "Have I killed enough black card players before the game gives me a task?"

Li Qianxia felt that my brother's answer was very intelligent, but also very reasonable.

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Late at night, on the east bank of the Vltava River, Hemingway Bar.

Yaferona stepped into the night, opened the door, and sat down at the bar opposite the door.

"Beautiful red-haired lady, what do you need?" the bearded bartender asked.

Yaferona picked up the menu, glanced at it, and closed it: "JALISCO, thank you."

She took a shower and put on a sexy dress, with her breasts half exposed, white and plump.

Her red hair was disheveled, the ends of her hair were still wet from the shower, and she was smeared with some Tolusha perfume. She was as beautiful as the goddess of the night who came out of the Vltava River.

The first thing to be a mistress is to be beautiful and have good temperament.

"A beautiful lady who showed up alone at the bar late at night." Someone immediately came over to chat with her, "Let's have a drink together?"

"No, thank you." She refused, but Yafelona smiled charmingly.

"Why? The Charles Bridge is not romantic enough tonight?"

"Romantic? The Charles Bridge was sprayed with water by a giant turtle, and an elephant came to life."

"That's just a performance by a street artist." The man raised his eyebrows, disapprovingly, "Isn't there always such a thing? Paint the body and keep it motionless, making people think it is a sculpture."

"Miss, your JALISCO." The bartender came over.

"Thank you." Yafelona picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The man's Adam's apple swallowed along with her slender neck.

After drinking, Yaferona said sorry to the man: "I like special men."

"How special it must be." Another man's voice came from the corner.

A man walked out of the shadows. He had blond hair. He was not very tall or strong, but he walked slowly, like a lion patrolling his territory.

Yaferona smiled at the sight of him.

"You," she touched her flaming red lips with her hand, "a man who drinks cider is special."

"I think so too." The blond man drank the cider in his hand and stared at Yaferona, like a lion thinking about how to attack an Aries.

The man who started the conversation curled his lips and retreated slightly reluctantly.

The blond man came over and drank with Ya Filona. After he finished the cider, Ya Filona drank half of the JALISCO, and the two left Hemingway Bar.

"Where do you live?" Yaferona asked drunkenly.

The hot and sweet smell of wine in his mouth blew gently on the blond man's face, and the wine in the blond man's stomach was as hot as if it was ignited.

"Here." The blond man pointed forward and reached for Louya Filona's waist.

Yaferona still avoided it as if she was drunk, her wet eyes flickered, and she said with a smile: "That's an alley, why do you live there?"

"I'm special."

"I do not believe."

"There are always some special people in this world who can do things that others cannot do."

"Does living in an alley count?"

"No, it happened after we got to the alley."

Yaferona giggled: "Are you awesome?"

"You'll find out when you get there." The blond man stretched out his arms again.

Yaferona still dodged and said teasingly: "Wait for me to see how powerful it is first."

The two walked towards the alley, disappearing into the medieval-style streetlights and blending into the night.

The blond man walking in front suddenly felt a chill in his hot body. He quickly held his breath, and the next moment he felt numbness in his back.

An extremely strong force hit his back.

He stumbled, unable to control his body, and placed his palms on the ground.

At the same time, something broke, and it was like a ball of air was knocked away and spread on his back.

The blond man stood up, turned around and grinned at Yaferona: "You are special too."

"Yes." Yaferona also smiled.

The blond man turned his eyes and looked at the thing that attacked him. It was a human-shaped gray fog, and the fog on the "right leg" part was gone.

"But, it seems that it's not special enough." The blond man smiled evilly, exuding a sharp and cold aura of killing, "You dare to come just by a cloud of mist."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Nineteen clouds of gray fog blocked the alley.

The ferocious smile on the blond man's face froze instantly.

Two minutes later, Yaferona walked out of the alley, flipping a black identity card in her hand like a key card.

"A man who can't hold on for two minutes dares to come out and strike up a conversation." She laughed contemptuously and happily.

Lift up your skirt, put your ID card into the card box close to your inner thigh, and continue hunting.