Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"What does it matter? She's busy enough as it is, does she have time to come and watch over me?"

On March 7th, he touched the jade tablet and shouted, "Eat!"

Qingque's eyes widened:

Wow, what incredible luck you guys have!

Yan sneered:

"Hmph, just wait and see how you lose money!"

"Tch, who's going to have the last laugh is still up in the air."

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Five hours passed.

……

evening.

"Huh, why hasn't my esteemed guest arrived yet?"

"Don't change the subject, I've lost again, pay up!" Yan shouted.

"Uh... I lost terribly. Well, I'm broke, you can't just take my underwear, can you?"

Chapter 244 Good heavens, it was all intentional!

The next morning.

After receiving the call from Fu Xuan, Qing Que looked up shakily, staring incredulously at her two mahjong partners.

Four people fought against Di Yuan Qiongyu, and three of them fought all night without changing.

"No, why didn't you say earlier that you were the guests I was waiting for?"

Qingque patted her swimsuit and couldn't help but shiver.

"Ouch... Now I've lost all my underwear. Aren't you guys in a hurry to get to the Temple?"

Seeing that Qingque was staring at him, Sanyueqi silently pulled his hand to the tied-up part of his hair, and in an instant, his long hair fell down.

The white cloth used to bind her hair was slowly unfurled at this moment.

It was none other than Qingque's underwear!

"What a hassle. All I wanted was this, here you go... I really don't understand why you need underwear with a swimsuit. Are you going to wear your underwear on the outside like Superman?"

"This isn't about whether or not to wear outerwear."

Qingque reached out and took the underwear, gripped it tightly, and said with great hesitation:

"I just felt uncomfortable seeing that guy wearing my clothes."

Next to March 7th, a black-haired man dressed in Qingque's clothes stared blankly at the two of them.

"What's wrong? Without some kind of punishment mechanism, who's going to play with this poor bastard?"

"That's true, but why are you the one wearing it?" Qingque muttered.

No matter what, it should be the girl next to her named March 7th who wears it, right?

In the end, the person just used their underwear as a hair tie to tie something up, as a token gesture.

"Because the clothes don't match her main color scheme, she thinks they look ugly on her," Yan said.

"But this doesn't suit you either."

"I just want to experience what it feels like to have a draft on your shoulder."

"..."

"I've never worn revealing clothes before, and I'm really curious about what it feels like to wear clothes with a slit in the chest, a cut in the belly button, or an opening in the shoulder."

"Are you stupid?" March 7th rolled her eyes.

"It's obvious that it's for female gamers. You'll never need an outfit like that in your life."

"Isn't he gay?"

"Gay men can be attractive too, it's not a conflict."

"You two... before you talk about this, could you please give me back my clothes? It's so cold wearing a swimsuit this early in the morning."

At this moment, Qingque was hugging her arms tightly, shivering from the cold.

Since she had lost all her clothes, for the sake of the street's appearance, Yan found her a swimsuit and told her to make do with it for now.

"?" March 7th raised an eyebrow:

"You've already lost to us on these, including the underwear. Are you going to go back on your word?"

She pointed to the pair of underwear that Qingque was clutching tightly in her hand, and asked in confusion:

"Are you trying to take advantage of us?"

"Wait...aren't you two guests from the Immortal Ship? Why are you being so formal?!"

"This is not a matter of rigor or sloppiness."

Yan, dressed in Qingque's clothes, stood with his arms crossed and spoke eloquently:

"From the very beginning, the way you looked at us was off. As soon as we sat down, you knew we were the guests you were supposed to be hosting, right?"

"Ah...you guys found out?"

Qingque was extremely embarrassed at this moment.

indeed.

Even before these two arrived, the Grand Diviner had shown her photos of the train convoy.

Afterwards, seeing the two of them sit down naturally, I was thinking of using my superb card skills to trick them for a bit, but I didn't expect to not win a single time by the next morning!

I'm going to lose all my underwear!

Yan's gaze remained calm:

"I don't believe you would bet such high stakes when playing cards with ordinary friends."

He pointed to the bluebird-patterned clothes he was wearing and said in a deep voice:

"You already knew we were here to support the Immortal Ship, so you didn't care, right? The reason you asked for your clothes back earlier was because you subconsciously thought we wouldn't mind, right?"

"Wow, you should have known beforehand, why did you play with me?!"

Qingque's pupils suddenly dilated, and she said incredulously:

"Didn't they say that everyone in the train group, except for Mr. Yang Chaoyue, was easy to talk to?!"

March 7th pursed her lips, rested her chin on her hand on the card table, and said lazily:

"Actually, under normal circumstances, Uncle Yang is the easiest to talk to; he has an overwhelming sense of justice."

"Secondly, he has facial paralysis."

"But you're unlucky; you had to run into a lunatic."

"Are you crazy?!"

Qingque covered her mouth in shock.

OMG!

The diviner hadn't told him that one of the guests he was to receive was a lunatic!

"I mean, the one crawling on the ground is mentally ill."

"?"

At this moment, the man who was originally in the same spot had disappeared.

Qingque quickly looked around and finally found a creature crawling on the ground in a corner of a courtyard wall.

"Ah—those are my clothes! What are you doing?!"

"Shh~!!"

The girl with twin ponytails, dressed in a bluebird outfit, gestured for the two to be quiet.

"You're disturbing my sense of smell."

"Does your sense of smell work through sound?!"

"be quiet."

"..."

Yan was seen lying in the corner, his brows furrowed.

"Damn, that's a really cool aura. There's something buried here!"

He straightened his back and took out...

"..."

"Damn, where's my coat?"

Because he was wearing Qingque's clothes, which didn't even have inner pockets, and lacked Estella's knot, he couldn't take out his props at all.

"Oh, it's with me."

"?"

Yan suddenly turned around.

They noticed that Qingque had put on her black coat at some point.

Yan: "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Qingque: "Because I have no clothes."