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

Du Hua, the original owner of the "photo transmission," is probably in a negative state of declining intelligence, whether she is kneeling at a woman's feet or coming over to open the door for a stranger.

If his IQ is only 5 points, which is the average person's, and after going out and coming home, it drops to only 3 points, then even if he didn't meet Li Changzhou, he would be taken care of by someone else sooner or later.

Bi's "psychic powers" require her to bite on a lollipop.

Li Changzhou's own "mysterious black mist" is even less convenient. If it weren't for the "Gemini" and his lucky becoming a black card player, and having two teammates, his chances of fighting players with the physical abilities of an ordinary person would be comparable to the probability of a minion killing a hero in a game—the player who gets killed should reflect on their own actions.

After listening to Li Changzhou, whose IQ had declined and who had become self-pitying, Yang Qinglan, who was drying her hair, replied to him calmly:

"Actually, there are other ways."

"What method?"

"Use your 9 points of charm to deceive female players, then find a way to kill them and plunder their instincts and skills."

“A gentleman loves money, and he takes it… um!” Halfway through her sentence, Li Qianxia came over and smeared the excess night cream on Li Changzhou’s face.

The intensity of it made it seem less like skincare and more like she was taking the opportunity to toy with him.

After taking a shower, Bi, wearing Li Qianxia's T-shirt, crossed her two smooth, slender legs, held a glass of milk, and watched TV while drinking it.

After applying face cream, Li Changzhou felt that he smelled better and was also drinking milk (as instructed by the doctor, a cup of warm milk every night).

He felt it was unnecessary, but Li Qianxia was like a palace maid giving the emperor a slow-acting poison, bringing it to him at a set time every day and supervising him to finish it.

"Oh, by the way, little princess, I have a question for you," he said as if remembering something.

"Ask away, you brat." Bi's gaze remained fixed on the television, on the story of the mole.

"...Why is your ID card ID 'Shi Che'? And it's in Chinese."

"I switched to Chinese and just randomly pressed the buttons."

“Yes, yes, I sometimes do that too!” Li Qianxia nodded in agreement. “I just randomly press English letters for the phone’s Wi-Fi.”

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

"What are you doing! Change it back!" Bi rushed forward... but before she could even get there, she was thrown off the bed like a cork.

"Bitch! Slut! Mother..."

Bi flew back to bed like a cork, and Yang Qinglan lifted the blanket and covered Bi's body with it.

"Ugh! Waaah! Ugh—"

Bi kicked her legs wildly, making the neat bed a mess.

Seeing Yang Qinglan remain calm as she watched TV while pressing the blanket down with her hand, Li Qianxia couldn't help but feel worried about the safety education of the next generation in the Li family.

Li Changzhou smacked his lips twice, wondering if he had swallowed the night cream on his lips along with the cream.

Can you eat night cream?

"By the way, brother," Li Qianxia walked over, hiding the fact that Bi was lying motionless like a corpse, and quietly asked him, "Other white card players have quests, why don't you?"

Li Changzhou thought for a moment and said, "Did I kill enough black card players before the game gave me the mission?"

Li Qianxia thought her brother's answer was very intelligent, but also made a lot of sense.

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

Aferona stepped into the night, pushed open the door, and sat down at the bar directly opposite the door.

"Beautiful redhead, what would you like?" the bearded bartender asked.

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

She took a shower, changed into a sexy dress, her breasts half-exposed, snow-white and voluptuous.

Her red hair was loose, the ends still damp from her bath, and she wore some Tolusha perfume, making her look as beautiful as a goddess of the night emerging from the Vltava River.

To be a mistress, one must first be beautiful, and one's temperament must also be good.

"A beautiful woman showing up alone at a bar late at night," someone immediately came over to chat her up, "Want to grab a drink?"

"No, thank you." Although she refused verbally, Aferona smiled charmingly.

"Why? Isn't Charles Bridge romantic enough tonight?"

"Romantic? Charles Bridge was sprayed with water by a giant tortoise, and a statue of a saint is said to have come to life."

"That's just a street performer's act." The man raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Aren't there always these kinds of things? They paint their bodies and stay still, making people think they're sculptures."

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

"Thank you." Aferona picked up her glass and took a sip.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, following her slender neck.

After finishing her drink, Aferona apologized to the man, saying, "I like special men."

"How special does it have to be?" came another man's voice from the corner.

The man emerged from the shadows. He had blond hair and was neither very tall nor very strong, but he walked slowly, like a lion surveying his territory.

Aferona smiled as soon as she saw him.

“You,” she said, touching her fiery red lips, “a man who drinks cider is very special.”

“I think so too.” The blond man sipped his cider, his eyes fixed on Aferona, like a lion contemplating how to prey on a white sheep.

The man who initially approached her smirked and retreated, looking somewhat reluctant.

The blond man walked over and drank with Aferona. After he finished his cider, Aferona finished half of her jalisco, and the two left Hemingway Bar.

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