Skills are scarce, and players as enthusiastic about the game as they are ultimately a minority.
Yang Qinglan carefully examined the information on the pot lid.
【Name: Wooden Pot Lid】
[Type: Weapon]
Quality: C
[Special Effect: Defends against a certain degree of frontal attacks]
[Minimum requirement for use: Complete trust in the wooden pot lid]
[Description: This can only defend against 'attacks'. If a teammate cares about you, they can take the pot lid and give you a riot shield that can only stop bullets.]
[Note: When Tao Li was a child, she accidentally spilled oil while cooking. She saved her face with a pot lid, and from then on, she had a special trust in pot lids—as long as she had that wooden pot lid in her hand, she would be safe.]
Trust, Yang Qinglan pondered.
A pot lid can only defend against a certain degree of frontal attack. How much is "certain degree"?
Once doubt arises and trust is not established, the pot lid is just a pot lid and serves no purpose.
She glanced at the Tsar's princess, who was fascinated by the pot lid, and figured she could trust her completely—as long as she wasn't shown the specific information on her identity card.
She and Li Changzhou probably won't be able to use it anymore; both of them are filled with doubt about the world.
Yang Qinglan snapped out of her thoughts and noticed that the top card in Li Changzhou's pile of cards was still Tao Li.
She looked up at Li Changzhou.
He was lost in thought, and occasionally a look of regret, annoyance, and confusion would flash in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"Qinglan, before the game started, Tao Li was probably just an ordinary housewife, kind to her neighbors, considerate to her family, and never broke the law. And yet I killed her like this..."
After a moment of silence, he said, "I should make her hand over her ID card and let her leave after the event is over."
Yang Qinglan listened attentively to Li Changzhou's words, then scrutinized him even more closely.
With an intelligence of seven, he remained calm and composed, controlling his emotional fluctuations.
With an intelligence of only six points, he was arrogant and audacious, looking down on everyone.
With only three points of intelligence, he was crazier than the wildest buffalo and more ferocious than the most vicious lion.
Now, he is as gentle as a young girl, like a child.
Like Leo Tolstoy, Yang Qinglan believed that people are multifaceted: they can be dogs, cats, sometimes tigers, occasionally as cunning as foxes, and sometimes burying their heads in the ground like ostriches.
She didn't look down on Li Changzhou's weakness at this moment (expecting the identity card, then regretting killing people after getting it), but was happy that he had this side to him deep down.
but.
"And then wait for her to kill you? Wait for her teammates to kill Qianxia? Do you know the instincts of her teammates? It could be very dangerous," she said softly but firmly.
Li Changzhou sighed inwardly.
He said with great inner conflict, "I understand this principle, I understand it very well, but I still can't help but think—isn't there any other way? Does it have to be so cruel? Can't kind people unite and help each other?"
Yang Qinglan reached out and gently pressed down on his hand, which was tightly gripping the deceased's identity card: "In this game, there is no right or wrong. It's survival of the fittest, and everyone is just trying to survive."
Her hands were fair and delicate, just like her—perfect and flawless.
His nose was filled with her cool, delicate fragrance, and he could see her peach-like breasts in his vision, causing Li Changzhou's heart to flutter.
"Miss Yang," he couldn't help but say, "I'm your lackey, I'll do whatever you say!"
"..." Yang Qinglan withdrew her hand and tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear. "Let's continue."
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