The European female flight attendant walked to the middle of the aisle.

"Wait, I protest! I didn't lay a finger on him!"

"Give me back my clothes first!"

"Miss flight attendant, the other party attacked first, I was acting in self-defense!"

The European flight attendant smiled and said to everyone, "Please forget everything the flight attendants said after we entered the station. Thank you for your cooperation."

She smiled and bowed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then came to their senses.

"Damn it! We've been punished again!" someone cursed, apparently this wasn't the first time.

"Miss flight attendant, what punishment did we receive?" Master Huang asked hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, no comment. That's prohibited," the European flight attendant said with a smile.

"Miss flight attendant, can I buy it for money?"

"Sorry, no comment. This is prohibited."

"Flight attendant, the money isn't less, so is this time the mission more difficult?"

"Sorry, no comment. This is prohibited."

"Miss flight attendant, I protest! My clothes have been ripped off! I demand compensation from these people!" the monk shouted, revealing that he had tattoos on his body.

"Sorry, we do not offer this service."

"What about my clothes? I can't fight back, how can I get them back!"

"I will report this issue to the game developer; please wait for further information."

Looking at the dignified and graceful demeanor of the European flight attendants, Li Qianxia couldn't help but ask Xiaoyue curiously, "You're both flight attendants, why are you so improper?"

The Gene Era

Xiaoyue curled her lips into a pretentious sneer: "When she has nothing to do, she even fills in notes for her skills. You think she's serious?"

Skill notes?

"Sister," Li Qianxia leaned closer, "who wrote the Earth Sparrow's skill 'Poke Your Butt Hurts More'? Just how painful is 'Extreme Pain'? Is it comparable to torture?"

The European flight attendant turned around, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't comment. This is prohibited. Also, please forget what Xiaoyue just said. Thank you for your cooperation."

She bowed, and Li Qianxia was stunned for a moment, then looked puzzled, wondering why she had come here.

The European flight attendant looked at Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan.

"Please rest assured!" Li Changzhou solemnly assured her, never glancing at her buttocks.

The European flight attendant smiled and looked away, then grabbed Xiaoyue's ear and dragged her away.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I can't lick my own ear!"

"I'll cut it off for you."

"What's the point of cutting it off and licking it! My saliva isn't glue!"

Li Changzhou and his companions watched the flight attendant leave, then glanced at the players still arguing and demanding the return of their props and clothing, before returning to their private compartment.

"A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise," Yang Qinglan said softly with a smile as she sat down.

The view outside the window then changed to a forest, with snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Li Qianxia sighed, "Sigh, my world tour."

“Oh, right,” she remembered something, “Qinglan, next time you should be in charge of strategy planning or something. Bargaining isn’t for you. This isn’t a boutique where you can haggle over prices.”

"Then you should blame your brother." Yang Qinglan knew immediately that she was referring to the incident where he asked Xiaoyue for benefits earlier.

"My brother?" Li Qianxia looked at Li Changzhou in confusion.

Li Changzhou was pondering the moves of Master Huang and his group of elderly men and women.

Yang Qinglan picked up her teacup and took a sip: "When it comes to a man like Master Huang, your brother is always the one talking, but when Xiaoyue comes over, he doesn't say a word. You were pretending to be in a good mood at the time, so if I don't speak, who will?"

"Who's in a bad mood? I'm in a great mood the whole time." Li Qianxia reached out to scratch the corner of her left eye with her right hand, but then grabbed a cup to pour herself some water.

Water splashes against the bottom of the glass, making a whooshing sound.

"That's not right!" Li Qianxia put down her cup. "When did you and my brother... develop this tacit understanding?"

"When?" Yang Qinglan asked Li Changzhou, her clear eyes fixed on him.

“Actually,” Li Changzhou picked up a free cigar and pretended to put it in his mouth, “there are many kinds of intelligence, such as linguistic intelligence, logical intelligence, spatial intelligence, kinesthetic intelligence, musical intelligence, communicative intelligence, intrinsic intelligence, natural intelligence, and so on. It’s not a big deal that Miss Yang is not good at bargaining.”

“I understand.” Li Qianxia nodded. “Brother, your answer is irrelevant. You must have a problem with language intelligence.”

Li Changzhou took off his cigar and looked at his sister with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight?"

Yang Qinglan chuckled softly and picked up her cup.

Li Changzhou slowly withdrew his gaze from his sister, picked up his cup, and gestured to clink glasses with Yang Qinglan.

The two bumped into each other, looking like two gang leaders making a deal, with Li Qianxia as the talkative underling.

“Miss Yang,” Li Changzhou put down his glass and lit his cigar again, “I think we're working together very well and don't need any changes. What do you think?”

“Flight attendants have so many strange skills; perhaps we’ve forgotten something without even realizing it,” Yang Qinglan mused.

"Qinglan, my brother is asking you a question!" Li Qianxia watched the show with amusement.

"You could try writing down important things on paper and then putting the paper into a honey pot world."

"Lanlan?" Li Qianxia leaned closer.

Yang Qinglan stepped back, away from the face that was so close to hers, and said, "You're even worse than your brother. You have problems with both language and logic."

"What do you mean? Oh! I get it! You mean you didn't refuse, so you agreed? You're not allowing my brother to talk to women anymore? You're asserting your ownership over him?"

The sentence was delivered with varying intonation, sometimes slow and deliberate, and sometimes fast like a machine gun.

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