During the day, Li Changzhou continued to drive the sports car he had "borrowed" around.

Prague has undergone significant changes, with many areas in the streets and alleys now closed to the public.

Even amidst these widespread terrorist attacks, the daily lives of citizens continued as usual, largely unaffected, much like the government's handling of the Old Town Square—after the Praying Mantis massacre, only the Hus statue was cordoned off, and the square remained open.

Li Changzhou wasn't sure for a moment whether the game had influenced the officials' thinking or whether the officials genuinely wanted to do this.

After all, some of the Westerners' incomprehensible ideas were beyond the comprehension of a Xia person like him.

He was out of luck today; instead of being robbed while singing, he parked his car empty-handed and teleported back to his loft apartment.

"...Impossible, give up, who would team up with a bunch of black card trash like you?"

Upon returning, I heard the arrogant voice of the Tsar's princess.

Whether she was used to being arrogant or realized that Li Changzhou and the others didn't want to kill the child, she was extremely arrogant despite being a prisoner, and she kept swearing.

Yang Qinglan sensed Li Changzhou's return, chuckled, and continued speaking to Bi, "Who told you we're black cards?"

"No?" Bi asked doubtfully.

Li Changzhou was very sensible; his brow furrowed like an ATM card being dispensed, and a white card popped out. He covered the right half, only showing the left half of the photo to the Tsar's princess.

"How about it, Your Highness, team up with us?" he said with a smile.

Bi hesitated for a moment, then snorted and said, "If you volunteer to become my subordinates, I might agree."

Tsundere?

Are Russian blonde lolis also arrogant?

"good……"

“There’s a condition,” Yang Qinglan interrupted Li Changzhou.

"Preconditions?" The Tsar's princess frowned. "Not to harm you? Not to seek revenge?"

No, it's not allowed to swear—Li Changzhou thought to himself.

“No, it means you’re not allowed to use foul language anymore,” Yang Qinglan said.

Li Changzhou gave himself a score of 6 out of 10. He understood the meaning, but not a single word was wrong.

As for Miss Yang's feelings, they should be memorized like a high school student reciting a text, memorizing the entire text without making a single mistake in punctuation.

“Swearing? I never swear.” Bi opened her emerald green eyes and looked at Yang Qinglan with complete composure.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou nodded: "That's how it is in Russia."

"Bullshit! You bastard!" the Tsar's princess cursed, throwing a pillow at Li Changzhou's face.

After being brought to the loft apartment, she stayed on Li Changzhou's bed on the first floor, even eating there, while Li Changzhou slept on the floor with a blanket.

Li Changzhou caught the pillow and said, "I only know one Russian, and in my eyes, your image is the image of Russia."

Bi bared her teeth, her face full of murderous intent, reminding one of the time she bit off a lollipop and destroyed the slum with a single blow.

She suddenly crossed her arms, snorted, and turned her face away.

This means he promised not to swear.

"What are your plans?" she asked the two of them angrily—Li Qianxia had gone out on a mission.

"And you?" Yang Qinglan asked in return.

"When I'm done playing, I'll destroy all of Prague. Like an eraser, I'll wipe away the words, square by square!"

Li Changzhou felt he couldn't be so soft-hearted; this Tsar's princess was too cruel.

"Should we kill him?" Yang Qinglan also said.

"Hmph!" Bi raised her face. "Could you really bring yourself to do it?"

“You should be fine,” Yang Qinglan said to Li Changzhou.

"I, Lao Li, am no devil. What have I done to make you misunderstand me?"

He paused, then asked calmly, "Really kill?"

The Tsar's princess had a vague sense of unease, and her heart pounded like a drum, but she still maintained a dismissive expression.

Yang Qinglan looked at Bi. With a perception level of 7, it was too easy for her to detect whose heartbeat was faster in the room.

"Don't swear." She held up one finger.

"......"

Are you sure you want to remain silent?

"......snort."

"Answer me, can you refrain from swearing? Yes or no?" Yang Qinglan's tone was very calm.

Bi Xiao's nose flared up and down, and her face was flushed.

After a long pause, she looked away from Yang Qinglan and said to the television, "...Yes."

"After you get the lollipop back, you are not allowed to retaliate against us, and we will absolutely not hurt you. Can you do that?" Yang Qinglan raised her second finger.

".....able."

Yang Qinglan lowered her hand and gave Li Changzhou a look.

Li Changzhou took out the lollipops he had bought during the day, and Bi immediately looked over.

He slowly unwrapped the candy and gently handed it to Bi, who took a bite.

Li Changzhou held her forehead with his left hand to prevent her from putting the lollipop in her mouth, but she grabbed Li Changzhou's right hand holding the lollipop with both hands and forced it into her mouth.

But how could she possibly be as strong as Li Changzhou?

It's almost like a little girl eating desserts displayed in a cake shop through glass.

“You’re young and easily fooled.” The two remained in that position as Li Changzhou said, “Your senses aren’t sharp. If someone shoots you from behind, your agility won’t be enough to react.”

"You need us. We can help each other and survive together... You already know how terrible death is, you don't want to die, do you?"

Bi stopped her futile struggle.

Li Changzhou put the lollipop in her mouth.

The Tsar's princess fiddled with the lollipop in her mouth, her gaze fixed on the two of them like nails—Yang Qinglan's hand was on Li Changzhou's shoulder, and they could be teleported away at any time.

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