King of Black Mist

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan said this, but Li Qianxia still couldn't let go. She was not only worried about herself, but also worried that she had harmed them both.

It's all that perverted Satsuki's fault.

"It would be nice if there was that honeypot world." She said subconsciously.

As long as they hide in their own little world, no one can hurt them.

Yang Qinglan glanced at her: "Don't you want to live in peace and plan to live in Prague forever?"

"Alas." Li Qianxia sighed, feeling that peace was indeed impossible.

During the previous discussion between the three of them, Yang Qinglan quoted Ferdinand Fochery's words. She didn't take it seriously at the time, but now she realizes that what the big shot said really makes sense——

There was never peace, it was just a twenty-year truce.

"And that Wang Donghua, he must know that we have been to the casino." She added worriedly.

"But he doesn't know where I am specifically." Li Changzhou yawned.

They were teleported here in the middle of the night, when he had just finished drilling the hole and was getting ready to go to sleep with exhaustion.

"Well," Yang Qinglan nodded, "photo displacement can be a crime in Xia Kingdom, and imprisoning women is of course more comfortable abroad."

"That was in the past," Li Changzhou explained lazily. "The photo was moved by someone who was not kind to me. She has become a good person now. Please don't discriminate against her."

"Being good means - Du Hua imprisoned one person, and you imprisoned both of us?" Li Qianxia teased her brother, and then asked, "What should we do next? Use photo displacement to keep moving?"

"Prague is the first city in the world to have its entire city listed as a World Heritage. What should you do?" Yang Qinglan asked her with a smile.

"Um?"

"Of course we are traveling in a convertible." Li Changzhou lay down comfortably on the bed.

No matter what I plan to do next, that's it for today. I'm sleepy... no, it's about regaining my strength.

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Prague at night.

There are 30 statues of saints on the Charles Bridge. It is a bridge that kings of all ages must pass through during their coronation processions.

At this time, the bridge was crowded with people, street performers played and sang, couples whispered, a group of people passed by laughing, and children holding their parents' hands ate grilled sausages.

A figure hurriedly ran through the crowd, glancing back fearfully from time to time.

After the figure left, the eyes of a statue of a saint moved in the direction he was going as if calculating.

Old Town Square, the prototype of "Prague Square" in Jolin Tsai's "Look at My Seventy-Two Changes" album.

In the center of the square stands a statue of Hussite, which depicts the Bohemian anti-pastoral authoritarian scholar Jan Hus, victorious Hussite warriors and Protestants.

A young mother among the statues symbolizes the rebirth of the country.

A green elf fluttered its wide, thin green wings, and landed lightly on the top of the statue, half standing majestically.

"Uh oh!" the crowd exclaimed.

This elf raised its triangular head, which was one meter and a half tall, and stood firmly on the head of the statue of Hus on its four legs.

The long chest is straightened, and the green front feet are raised high, like a believer praying to God.

"What a big praying mantis!" a child exclaimed.

The elf looked over and saw that the catching feet that were originally folded on his chest slowly opened and stretched out in a cross shape.

There were people screaming around, and the child's parents vaguely felt something was wrong.

It's already too late.

Even lightning cannot be that fast. Mantis's two hacksaws swept through the crowd.

Heads flew into the air, blood spurted out from the uncovered human bodies, and four or five people died instantly.

".ah!!!"

There was a sudden silence from the crowd, and then a thunderous noise broke out. The commotion of the dense crowd soon expanded into a terrifying crowd and chaos.

Everyone ran away like crazy, and countless people were knocked down, crushed, and trampled over.

There were violent shouts, screams, adults' roars, children's cries, and a tangled mass of people jostling and fighting each other.

The green elf stared coldly at the chaotic Old Town Square in front of him. He lifted his head with his front feet and stretched his pointed mouth from his neck to peck at the most delicious parts.

Blood flowed and sprinkled on the inscription at the base of the statue.

【Milujte se, pravdy kadému pejte】

【Love one another, and may the truth be given to everyone. 】

What is truth?

Some say it's love, some say it's justice, some say it's unity.

They are all right, love is power, justice is strength, unity is strength, and strength is truth.

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Maria Yaferona feels very unlucky. As an Italian, she is no stranger to Prague, Czech Republic.

She has flown many times from Venice to travel here.

After being teleported to Prague, she used her experience to find a B\u0026B where she had lived before.

This B\u0026B does not have a business license and cannot be found on any app. The owner originally specialized in receiving friends who came to Prague. The scenery outside the window is very beautiful, and you can overlook the Prague Castle under the blue sky.

Later, a friend of a friend came to Prague for a trip, and the friend introduced him and let the friend of a friend stay with the boss.

The boss didn't accept money, so my friend's friend was embarrassed and gave the boss various gifts.

After that, friends of friends also wanted to travel to Prague. I don’t know which friend started, and everyone started paying.

Maria Yaferona is one of these friends.

As a result, when she walked into the B\u0026B, she was startled and almost turned around and left.

An Egyptian, holding an Ankh cross (the prototype of the Millennium Key in "Yu-Gi-Oh!"), is talking to the boss.

Crocodile God Sobek!

He happens to be one of the few white card players she knows, and his ability is to summon the God of Death.

"Maria?" The boss's gaze shifted from Sobek, "Didn't you just come here last month? Why, did you fall in love with Prague?"

The boss had a teasing and friendly smile on his face.

‘It’s over! ’ Yafelona thought with a sudden thought.

Above the boss's head, the space rippled, and the god of death, wearing a black robe and holding a white bone sickle, flew out of the water waves.

The God of Death raised his hand gently, and there was a blood line between the boss's eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and his chin. He hadn't realized that he was dead yet, and the smile on his face was still deepening.

Yaferona dodged to avoid the God of Death who was close to her at some point.

Outside the door and on the second floor of the B\u0026B, a group of bodyguards in black appeared out of thin air, aiming at Sobek and shooting.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The death scythe swung, accurately intercepting all bullets that might hit Sobek.

The boss screamed in terror, and during the scream, his head cracked open and split into two halves.

Relying on the cover of the black bodyguards, Maria Yaferona escaped without looking back.

When she came to the street, she walked quickly through the crowd. Soon, she saw Sobek behind her, who had dealt with the bodyguard in black.

The other party walked equally quickly.

In the crisis-ridden Prague, no player dares to escape wantonly. Once attention is drawn, the danger will not only come from behind.

Along the way, Maria Yaferona's scalp trembled, her head felt numb, and the hairs on her body stood up.

The air in my lungs seemed to condense into clumps, making something as simple and natural as breathing feel heavy and difficult.

Chaos suddenly broke out ahead, as a giant spiny mountain turtle sprayed water cannons at Charles Bridge in the Vltava River.

A statue of a saint on the Charles Bridge dodges left and right, and from time to time he lifts up other statues of saints and throws them at the spiny mountain turtle.

Amidst the dull roar like a cannonball hitting the water, Yaferona followed the crowd and escaped from Sobek's sight.

She stopped a car as if almost running into it.

"Drive!" Yaferona got into the passenger seat, slammed the door, and gasped for air.

The car started slowly, and the speed was hesitant, and something seemed wrong at first glance.

"Be natural! If you dare to attract other people's attention, I'll kill you!" she ordered in a hissing voice.

"S-naturally?"

Yaferona had no time to talk nonsense with passers-by and shouted: "Sing!"

The driver hesitantly raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and sang:

"Please give my lover a mojito. I like to read her eyes when she's tipsy. And I don't need too much sugar in my coffee."