King of Black Mist

After Zheng Qing left, Li Changzhou rode a small electric donkey to buy some food, including barbecue, stir-fried snails with leeks, spicy lobster, a portion of stinky tofu, and two portions of wolf-toothed potatoes.

Several side dishes were placed one by one on the cherry wood table where Yang Qinglan usually ate.

You don’t need to buy drinks, you can get them directly in the bookstore.

"How was your practice?" Yang Qinglan glanced at the knife marks on Li Changzhou's neck.

"Now when I meet someone," Li Changzhou took a grilled lamb chop, "I don't think about rushing up or running back at the first moment. I know how to dodge left and right."

"What does this mean?" she asked.

"The world is mine." Li Changzhou bragged while eating mutton.

Li Qianxia enjoyed the food seriously, with a snail in her left hand and a toothpick in her right hand.

She first sucked up the snail soup with a hiss, smacked her mouth twice, and then gently picked it up with a toothpick to get out the snail meat, and tasted it with a 'muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

While eating snail meat, she began to look for her next target, whether to eat grilled pork belly, wolf-toothed potatoes, or stinky tofu.

Before I could think about it, I finished eating the little bits of snail meat, and without waiting for my head to move, I picked up a bright red spicy lobster.

With a long sound of "hiss--", he sucked up the soup coating the lobster, then broke the lobster in half and took a sip on his head.

Then he picked up the disposable chopsticks and poked it into the butt of the lower body of the lobster, and the complete lobster meat was poked out.

She held the lobster meat in her hands, wrapped it in the soup (and her fingers were wet), and put it in Li Changzhou's bowl.

"It's hard work running errands," she said.

"You have some filial piety." Li Changzhou threw the peeled lobster meat into his mouth.

Li Qianxia would not argue with him at this time. She pursed her fingers and started looking for the next target.

Seeing that she was enjoying the meal, Yang Qinglan also put on gloves and took a spicy lobster.

Li Changzhou took a snail and picked it up with a toothpick to eat.

"What are you doing?" Li Qianxia looked at him incomprehensibly.

"What am I doing?" Li Changzhou was confused.

"Because Qinglan is here, eating it in this delicate way and not sucking the soup? Why are you pretending to be elegant? Why are you being cool? Suck it for me!"

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"Hiss! Hiss!" Li Changzhou let go.

He noticed that Yang Qinglan didn't eat fried snails with leeks that night. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't like it, or because he was pretending to be delicate and elegant.

He, the King of Black Mist, must be pretending to be delicate, but Miss Xiao Qing may really not like him, he is so elegant.

It was Friday. Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia had no classes in the afternoon and started looking for a rental house.

First of all, it needs to be larger and can accommodate equipment. It is best to be a single-family house so that it does not disturb the neighbors.

Secondly, it should not be too far from the school so that it is convenient for classes and meals.

"It also needs to be closer to Qinglan's house." Li Qianxia added.

In the end, the two rented a courtyard on Yanhe Road, five shops away from Qinglan Bookstore.

There are three rooms in the yard. One room is rented for 4,200, two rooms are rented for 8,000, and the whole room is rented for 10,000.

Li Changzhou refused. His idea was to rent an old private house, but Li Qianxia liked it very much. There was a commercial street right outside the door, it was quiet in the middle of the hustle and bustle, it had a patio, and it was luxuriously decorated.

By the way, you can go jogging in the morning and evening by leaning on the moat.

"Brother, this is it. Ten thousand yuan is just some game currency anyway. Can't you just sell a little a month?"

"Why am I selling?"

"Then I'll sell it to you."

Brothers and sisters can unconditionally control each other's game currency, and even the joint property of husband and wife cannot be so "common".

There is no choice but to rent.

The front half of the yard is rented to a pharmacy, and the small yard at the back is rented to a separate tenant, with the middle wall blocked off.

There are also apricot trees planted in the courtyard. They are lush and green and bear a lot of fruits. They will definitely rot all over the ground in autumn.

It's no use bothering me. You can't cut down the trees in your yard now, you'll have to pay a fine.

After signing the contract, the two started "moving" non-stop. They called a van and took away the quilts, clothes, toothbrushes and other daily necessities in the dormitory.

I also made an appointment with everyone in dormitory 407 (Li Changzhou) and dormitory 203 (Li Qianxia) to come to the "new home" for dinner tomorrow.

When Li Changzhou left, Young Master Chen and Brother Dong had already begun to assign goals for tomorrow's friendship, while Da Huang, who was in bed No. 4, was still scolding his teammates for being blind.

Waiting for Yang Qinglan to come back in the evening, the three of them packed up, got on the bus, and started a new value game.

On a brightly lit night, the bus drives quietly, with darkness inside and light outside, giving people a sense of security and warmth as if they were nestled under the quilt.

Only Li Changzhou and the others looked serious.

Soon, the originally quiet bus began to sing without any suddenness. It seemed that it had always been there, and it seemed that it came from far to near without attracting anyone's attention.

(Bus, subway, ship, plane, just like us, are destined to wander.)

(One day, I don’t know when, we will become our true selves.)

(‘352 Arena’ has arrived at the station, please be careful when opening the door, and please walk away when you get off.)

Li Changzhou opened his eyes and saw heavy rain pouring down and snow-capped mountains rising from the ground.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, a good sign." He spread his hands and began to summon the AK.

Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan woke up soon after.

"I'm starting to miss the desert." Li Qianxia looked at the glass window covered with water drops, without any desire or courage to go outside.

"Let's go." Yang Qinglan was still calm.

This time they were dressed in complicated outfits.

The innermost part is a swimsuit, then a summer short-sleeved shirt, followed by thermal underwear, then on the outside, a small thermal vest, and finally a jacket that looks to be sunproof, rainproof, and windproof.

Just buying clothes is a huge expense.

Including the money for renting a house and buying fitness equipment, the 46,000 that Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia just earned was gone before they could even cover their expenses. Not only that, they also put in some capital.

The three of them put on their hats, tightened their collars and trousers, checked their weapons again, and stepped off the bus.

His face immediately got wet.

The cold rain began to attack the city, constantly taking away their body heat.

Li Qianxia seemed to have lost consciousness. She turned around and wanted to go back to the bus, but Yang Qinglan grabbed her.

"The cold icy rain slaps randomly on the face!" Li Changzhou sang.

The two girls blinked their eyes like black gems, frozen into penguins by the ice rain, and had no time to pay attention to him.

Li Changzhou licked the rainwater from the corner of his mouth and walked towards the huge stone stop sign at the foot of the mountain.

[Station name: 352 Arena]

[Terrain: Alpine plains]

[Conditions for the arrival of the next bus: less than 20 lives]

Li Changzhou wiped his face. There was so much rain that it was like drawing a circle in the lake with his hand. He continued to look down.

[Message on life for outstanding performance in this arena]

[Message 1: This side of the mountain is full of heavy rain, hail, and cliffs, while the other side of the mountain is the sun-drenched plain. You’re welcome. (Chopin in December)]

[Message 2: Drive every ant out of this world! ! (Attack of Aphids)]

[Message 3: The taste of female goats doesn’t need to be poked! (The most annoying thing is ‘How to evaluate?’, how do you evaluate, old man?)]