"I didn't expect it to be so effective." Yang Qinglan sorted the blood beads and put them into a small medicine box with three compartments.

"It might be because I have a strong vitality," Li Changzhou speculated, then thought of "physical enhancement."

This instinct, which at first glance seems simple, now feels even more mysterious than the "ghostly thing"—Li Changzhou's affectionate name for the black mist.

"Strength, agility, physique, perception, charisma, and vitality—are these related? If not, what are they related to?" Yang Qinglan murmured.

"Strong vitality... at least it must be erect every morning."

Yang Qinglan stared intently at Li Changzhou.

Just as the conversation was getting awkward, Li Changzhou noticed that the "Mosquito-type Bloodstained Steel Gun" was being taken out and put in repeatedly from the backpack the siblings shared.

"Ahem, Qianxia called me, I'll go and bring her back."

Li Changzhou fell backward, and the vortex sucked him in. The next moment, he appeared on a tree, where Li Qianxia was sitting on a branch with her legs swinging.

"Brother!" she called out.

"Let's go back first."

The two returned to their new residence. Yang Qinglan came out of the kitchen with a cup of sweet soup and handed it to Li Changzhou.

"I looked it up, and it says drinking sugar water before donating blood is beneficial," she said.

Is it beneficial to drink it before donating blood? Or after donating blood?

"Blood donation?" Li Qianxia took several large gulps of mineral water from the snow mountain. "What's blood donation?"

Yang Qinglan explained to her what had just happened.

Li Changzhou, ignored by everyone, could only obediently drink the water. Hmm, as expected of Miss Yang, the sugar water she brewed was indeed extraordinary; it was actually sweet.

After Yang Qinglan finished speaking, she asked Li Qianxia, ​​"Did you get any information?"

"What a waste of time. That mouse didn't go to find Wang Donghua. Instead, it sneaked into the zoo and pretended to be an animal with a polar bear."

“Aren’t they animals?” Li Changzhou said.

"Fairies, they are—fairies, OK?"

"Ignore your brother." Yang Qinglan took a small sip of Snow Mountain mineral water. "His intelligence is only 4 points right now. He probably thinks that the sugar water is sweet because I made it."

"..." Li Changzhou put down the sugar water. "So what if I'm a little slow? I'm just a bit less intelligent than the average person. With my knowledge and experience, I can still get into Mingda University with a score of four."

"You're hopeless as expected," Li Qianxia said sympathetically. "Brother, Qinglan didn't mean you're stupid, she meant you're a lecher, a lecher to the point of being a simp."

“Now you can say I’m stupid.” Yang Qinglan smiled sweetly.

Li Changzhou was unconvinced, and just as he was preparing to launch an attack as a lawyer defending the defendant, Judge Yang Qinglan announced in court: "Rest now."

After Yang Qinglan left, Li Qianxia prepared to follow.

"Come back." Li Changzhou couldn't handle others, but he couldn't deal with his sister either.

Li Qianxia sat back down: "What? Let me make this clear first, I won't listen to any decision you make now."

"What decision should I make so late at night? I have something to ask you, you..."

Li Changzhou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and felt that he couldn't be so direct.

He asked calmly, "How did you manage to get on good terms with the Tsar's princess? I just heard her say that she needed us to inform her of your return."

"Women are like that," Li Qianxia said with a frivolous attitude, "as long as you hate what she hates, you're best friends."

"that's all?"

"I can't say 100%, but it's at least 90%."

“What if,” Li Changzhou hesitated for a moment, “that person happens to be one of the remaining ten percent?”

"Then we'll have to use our trump card." Li Qianxia's expression was serious, but she didn't reveal who 'that person' was.

"A trump card?" Li Changzhou placed his hands on the table, intrigued.

"Go to the toilet with her."

The brother and sister looked at each other for a long while.

"Is this... feasible?" Li Changzhou expressed his doubts.

Li Qianxia pursed her lips, but in the end she still couldn't think of anything to say, so she could only pat her brother's shoulder.

"Brother, go to sleep," the younger sister said earnestly.

Li Qianxia walked away with heavy, weary steps. As soon as she disappeared from the living room, she twisted her slender waist and darted into Yang Qinglan's room like the wind.

This is a daughter's room. Judging from the decorations and furnishings, she's probably still in junior high school.

"Qinglan, Qinglan, Lanlan," Li Qianxia gently closed the door, "I want to tell you, just now my brother..."

She rattled off everything that had just happened.

"He actually believed it! Tomorrow morning, the two of us will keep an eye on him and laugh at him! Hehehe!"

Obviously, very obviously! The younger sister kept this secret from her brother—one of the secrets to building good relationships with girls is sharing secrets.

The next morning, Li Qianxia stared at Li Changzhou, looking at him while brushing her teeth (using the toothbrush she had prepared), while washing her face, and while eating breakfast.

After finishing his meal, Li Changzhou sank into the single sofa and watched the news on TV.

On the sofa, Li Qianxia stared at her brother and whispered in Yang Qinglan's ear, "Why isn't he reacting?"

“7 intelligence points. If he reacts, you should be careful.” Yang Qinglan glanced at Li Changzhou and whispered the same thing to her.

"Be careful of what?"

"To put righteousness before family ties."

“That’s called murder to silence a witness,” Li Changzhou said calmly, interrupting their private conversation.

Yang Qinglan said to Li Qianxia with a hint of sympathy, "It seems he no longer treats you as a sister."

"Brother~, brother~ brother~~" Li Qianxia swayed her waist and leaned over, sitting on his lap like a dancer flirting with a rich man.

The Tsar's princess, just waking up and rubbing her sleepy eyes, came downstairs and saw this adult painting. She instinctively asked:

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