Yang Qinglan really stomped on his foot this ti.
"My 119 yuan Erke shoes!"
Yang Qinglan didn't expect that he was actually distressed about his shoes: "I'll buy you the most expensive pair when we get back."
"Really?" Li Changzhou eyed her suspiciously, "Step on again? Otherwise, I'll suspect you have other intentions for ."
"You're the one with other intentions if you want to step on you, aren't you? I didn't know you were into that. I'll satisfy you well in the future."
"..."
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"Brother, brother!" Li Qianxia hurried back, "Brother, you're done for!"
"You're the one who's done for!"
"Done for, done for, you're going to die, I'm really done for!"
...Suddenly becoming so lodramatic made Li Changzhou feel embarrassed.
"In the future, no one will protect , no one will give money, no one will give skills, no one will share value and ga coins with , I won't even be able to have Qing Lan buy things for !"
Yang Qinglan and Li Changzhou both sighed.
"I'll go release the little radish and the butterfly." Li Changzhou headed towards the bathroom.
"Let's go." Yang Qinglan took Li Qianxia to the store to buy newspapers and look at the items for sale.
In the bathroom, the little radish and the butterfly were released.
"Why are you here again!"
"Whoo!"
"We don't fear danger because we can't perceive it, what are you afraid of?" Li Changzhou lightly flicked her forehead with his finger.
"You promised I only had to be a gardener! You lied!" The little radish covered her head, and upon flying out, she directly found Li Qianxia by sll.
Driven by instinct, she pounced, burying herself in Li Qianxia's embrace, looking very wronged.
"Haha, don't do this. I'm not used to it!" Li Qianxia moved the little radish away from her chest, feeling awkward.
"This instance is about to begin, please board the vehicle in order," the announcent suddenly ca over the PA system in the waiting hall.
It wasn't the voice of Xiaoyue.
The three who had been casually chatting beca serious.
"Let's go," Yang Qinglan said.
"Mm." The siblings said in unison.
With a hiss, the train's door opened, resembling rows of lathes in a factory, and the players lining up at each door were the materials being fed into the machine.
Three of them entered the compartnt suite that Xiaoyue had promised to always reserve for them.
"This bed is so comfortable. I wonder where I can buy the sa model," Li Qianxia sprawled on the bed making a spread-eagle pose.
Yang Qinglan furtively glanced over her slender legs, flat belly, and breasts accentuated by her autumn sweater, then looked over at Li Changzhou to make sure he was completely ignoring Li Qianxia before sitting opposite him.
It seed there really was no need for jealousy, so...
Li Changzhou read the newspaper: "The national team is performing quite well, aren't they?"
"Little Martial Saint in an interview said he's looking forward to everyone becoming the second player to survive an encounter with 'the Master,'" Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
"That guy," Li Changzhou also laughed.
It was unclear whether he was sincere, stuck on a tiger's back, or just recklessly breaking the pot, but now the Little Martial Saint was promoting himself entirely as "the only player to have confronted 'the Master' and survived."
This made him a bit contemptible, but also ensured he wasn't the first target of foreign players, and it also proved his real strength.
"If he uses a 'Duel Token' against , I'll let him off again," Li Changzhou flipped the newspaper over.
Yang Qinglan poured water for the two of them.
The train's whistle blew, and the scenery outside the window sped past.
A conductor knocked on the door to have the little radish and the butterfly pay extra, but upon seeing Li Changzhou, he smiled and bowed before retreating.
"I wonder which year we'll return to this ti, Qing Dynasty? Ming Dynasty? Or Tang Dynasty? I really want to see the Beauty Yang Guifei of the Four Great Beauties," Li Qianxia watched the desert outside the window.
"What Four Beauties of Yang Guifei, Miss Yang is more worth seeing," Li Changzhou said without looking up.
"I heard that in the Tang Dynasty, being plump was considered beautiful. Qing Lan, with your slim figure, you definitely can't compare to Yang Guifei in that era."
"It might as well be going abroad." Yang Qinglan didn't care at all whether she or Yang Guifei was more beautiful.
"Abroad huh... I only know about the Renaissance, the triangular slave trade, the East India Company, the Arican Declaration of Independence, and the French Revolution--um, that's it."
"Did I waste my ti tutoring you in high school?" Li Changzhou said pain-stricken.
"Tutoring is illegal now! Watch out, I'll report you!" Li Qianxia was not scared at all.
"Lawless." Li Changzhou shook his head, unsure whether he was referring to Li Qianxia or his own plans.
He put down the newspaper he had finished reading and reminded her, "Rember, if you go to an era with ans of communication, place an advertisent in the newspaper for renting Bird Nest Plain."
"Got it——" Li Qianxia replied, dragging out her tone.
"What about ?" Little Radish sat on the table, curling her legs like a figurine.
"Hide yourself well," Yang Qinglan said, "Move safely and don't co looking for us."
"Okie dokie." Little Radish pouted.
At that mont, a song ca through the radio.
(Bus, subway, ship, airplane, just like us, destined to wander.)
(Soday, although we don't know when, we will beco our true selves.)
The bedroom quieted down.
"...Everyone, be careful," Yang Qinglan said calmly.
"Yeah!" Li Qianxia nodded.
"Summon the mont you arrive," Li Changzhou instructed Li Qianxia.
"I get it, I get it, it's so annoying. Can't you be without even for a mont?"
Li Changzhou hadn't had the chance to reprimand her...
(They were blissfully unaware, firmly believing the world was unchanging and functioning as usual.)
(That is not the case, that is not the case.)
(The world is undergoing irreversible changes in places they do not know.)
◇
Li Changzhou opened his eyes and tried to push the wooden door in front of him.
It didn't budge on the first attempt, and with a little more effort, the "wooden door" was easily flipped open, accompanied by the sound of soil sliding off.
"Baron Zhou Spencer Morgan," a woman dressed as a butler, standing atop the grave, looked at him, "By order of Prince J.P. Morgan, you are to imdiately head to Monroe Park to protect Edison. This is your test for promotion to Viscount."
The woods rustled in the night wind, the pale moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating the tombstone across, with the moonlight just outlining the words.
[Ti: July 12, 1880, 4:00 AM, midsumr]
[Location: United States, New Jersey, town of Monroe Park]
[Background: In 1880, Edison discovered that carbonized bamboo filants perford better than cotton threads, but in 1854, Henry Goebbels had already used a carbonized bamboo filant to keep a light bulb lit for 400 hours]
[Character: Zhou Spencer Morgan (Vampire Baron)]
[Main Task: Ensure Edison's survival until July 15, 1880, 4:00 AM]
[Notice: Player's 'Ability' has been all converted to 'Blood Power']
[Notice: Acquired temporary skills—Drain Blood, First Embrace, Hypnosis, Aphrodisiac, Super Recovery]
[Notice: Acquired temporary negative status—Blood Feeding, Fear of the Sun, Light-based skills and items cause four tis the damage]
Li Changzhou propped himself up on the edge of the coffin and climbed out of the grave.
...
[Current Ti Segnt All Players Notice]
[Attention! Attention! No Taboos! Player 'Main' return to current ti!]
He ruffled his hair and patted the dirt off his clothes, smiling, "Not bad, it saved the expense and ti of placing an ad."
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