Back to the LOFT apartment, Li Changyi's IQ fell to 5 o'clock again.

Du Hua, the original owner of "Photo Transmission", whether he was kneeling under the woman's feet or walking over to open the door for strangers, I am afraid that they are all in a negative state where IQ declines.

If his IQ is only 5 points for ordinary people, one trip, one trip, only 3 o'clock, then even if he does not meet Li Changye, he will be cleaned up in the morning and evening.

Bi's "thought" needs to bite lollipop.

Li Changyi's own "mysterious black mist" is less convenient. If it is not because of "twins", he is lucky to become a black card player, and there are two teammates. He will fight the player with the physical fitness of ordinary people.

The probability of killing heroes -players who are killed are best to review themselves.

Listening to the decline in IQ, Li Changye, who became sorrowful and complained, finished his hair, Yang Qinglan, who was rubbing his hair, returned to him:

"Actually there are other ways."

"What is the way?"

"Relying on your charm at 9 o'clock to deceive female players, and then find a way to kill each other, plunder her instincts and skills."

"The gentleman loves the fortune, take it ... ah!" Half of the words, Li Qianxia came, and wiped the extra night cream on Li Changyi's face.

The degree of fierceness does not look like skin care, but take the opportunity to play with him.

After taking a shower, I was wearing Li Qianxia's T -shirt, holding two light legs of light, holding milk, drinking, watching TV while watching.

After applying the face cream, Li Changye, who felt that the whole person became fragrant, also drank milk (the doctor explained, a cup of warm milk every night).

He felt unnecessary, but Li Qianxia seemed to send him regularly every day like a palace lady who gave the emperor for chronic poison, and supervised him to finish drinking.

"By the way, the little princess, ask you a question." He said it seemed.

"Ask, the cub." Bi's eyes did not leave the TV, "The Story of the Rat".

"... Why is your identity card ID‘ Is it Che? ’? Or Chinese.”

"Switch to Chinese, press it chaotic."

"Yes, yes, I sometimes do this!"

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

"What are you doing! Give me back!" Bi Chong went up ... Before he rushed up, he had already bounced from the bed like a plug.

"Sicks! Smart! Mother ..."

Bi Yi's bottle flew back to bed, Yang Qinglan lifted the quilt on the bed and covered Bi.

"Hmm! Woohoohoohoo!"

Bi's legs were randomly kicked, and the clean quilt became messy.

Li Qianxia watched Yang Qinglan's face without changing his face. While watching the TV calmly, he held the quilt with his hands. He couldn't help but worry about the security education of the Li family's next generation.

Li Changyi's lips twice, suspecting that the night cream he was connected to his lips drank it together.

Can night cream be eaten?

"By the way, brother," Li Qianxia came over, lying down on the same body, and asked him quietly, "Other white card players have tasks, why do you not?"

Li Changye thought about it and said, "Before the game gives me a task, I have killed enough players?"

Li Qianxia thinks that the answer is very intelligent, but it makes sense.

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In the middle of the night, the east bank of the Voltavar River, Hemingway Bar.

Afrina stepped on the night, pushed the door, and sat at the bar on the door.

"Miss beautiful red hair, what do you need?" The bearded wine insurance asked.

Afrine picked up the menu, glanced at it, and closed: "Jalisco, thank you."

She took a shower and changed into a sexy skirt, her breasts were half exposed, and she was white and plump.

The red hair was scattered, and the end of the hair was also painted with the humidity after bathing. I painted some perfumes from Tolu, which was beautiful as a dark night goddess that came out of the Voltaval River.

The first thing to be a love woman is to be beautiful, and the temperament cannot be worse.

"A beauty who appeared in the bar late at night," someone came over to talk, "Drink a cup together?"

"No, thank you." A Ferona smiled charmingly.

"Why? Is the Charlie Bridge not romantic tonight?"

"Romantic? Charlie Bridge was sprayed everywhere by a giant turtle, and a Holy Elephant heard that they were alive."

"That's just the performance of street performers." The man raised his eyebrows and disagreed. "Isn't there always such a thing? Apply the body with paint and motionless, let people think it is withering."

"Miss, your Jalisco." The wine insurance came over.

"Thank you." Afrine took a drink and took a sip.

The man's throat, swallowed with her long neck.

After drinking, Aofona said sorry to men: "I like special men."

"How special is it." The voice of another man came from the corner.

The man came out of the shadow, with blond hair, his body was not very tall, and he was not very strong, but walking slowly, such as the lion inspected his territory.

As soon as Afrine saw it, he laughed.

"You," she stroked the flame red lips, "The man who drinks apple wine is very special."

"I think so too." The blonde man drank the apple wine in his hand, staring at Afrine, as if a lion was thinking about how to get a Aries.

At first, the man who talked about his mouth, skimmed his lips, and retreated slightly.

The blonde man came over and drank with Afrine. When he drank apple wine, Afi's half of the Jalisco, the two left Hemingway Bar.

"Where are you living?" Afisa asked drunk.

The hot and sweet alcohol in the mouth, gently blowing on the blond man's face, the wine in the blonde man's stomach bag was lit and hot hot.

"Here." The blond man gaze ahead, and reached out to the waist of Aofonona, the building.

Afrine still died of drunk, and her wet eyes flashed, laughing, "That's the alley, how can you live there?"

"I am more special."

"I don't believe it."

"There are always people in this world that are more special and do things that others cannot do."

"Living in the alley can be counted?"

"No, it's the matter after arriving in the alley."

Arisa giggled: "Are you ... amazing?"

"Go to know it." The blond man reached out again.

Afrina still avoided, and said like: "Wait for me to see how powerful it is."

The two walked towards the alley, disappeared in the medieval street lights, and incorporated the night.

The blond man walking in front suddenly felt cold, and quickly held his breath. The next moment felt a numb back.

A strong force bombarded on his back.

He was stunned and couldn't control his body, and his palm was supported on the ground.

At the same time, there was something broken, and it seemed that a ball of air was hit, and it spread on his back.

The blonde man stood up and grinned back to Afrine: "You are also special."

"Yeah." Afrine also laughed.

The blonde man turned his eyes, looking at the things that attacked himself, a group of human figures, and the mist in the "right leg" part was gone.

"But it doesn't seem to be special enough." The blond man laughed, exuding a strong and cold murderous breath, "A fog, dare to come ..."

Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!

Nineteen group gray fog, cover the alley.

The smirk on the blond man's face, instantly solidified.

Two minutes later, Ari Ferona walked out of the alley and flipped a black identity card like a house in his hand.

"The man who couldn't stick to it for two minutes, dared to come out to talk." She smiled and smiled happily.
Chapter completed!