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"No need! I'll definitely protect you this time!"

Jingliu looked up at him, unusually serious.

She clenched her little fists, as if she were talking to Qiye, or perhaps to herself.

"Last time I failed to protect you and let you die alone in the dock. This time I will never do it again."

I've been practicing swordsmanship ever since, and my swordsmanship is now better than before.

I promise I won't let you die in front of me this time.

After she finished speaking, she straightened her back, raised her chin, and struck a pose that said, "I am a very strong teacher."

But given her current body as a seven or eight-year-old little girl and the way she's clenching her little fists, she doesn't look like a swordsman making an oath.

It looked more like a kindergarten child giving a speech under the national flag.

Qi Ye looked down at her little loli master, who was trying her best to act like a dignified master.

It felt like something had stabbed my heart hard.

So adorable, so adorable that even his confusion about amnesia and those fragmented memories that haven't been pieced together yet are still there.

Everything was blown to pieces by this lovely storm.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer, bent down and scooped Jingliu up from the ground.

He lifted her into the air by placing his hands under her armpits.

Then I hugged her and rubbed my face against her soft white hair.

He rubbed his cheek against her chubby cheek, making "hehehe" sounds as he did so.

"Master, you're so cute! So cute, so incredibly cute!"

When you said you would protect me, I was almost overwhelmed by how adorable you were!

"You're so cute, I'll believe anything you say!"

Jingliu was rubbed against by him, causing her to lean back, her small hands bracing against his chest as she tried to push his face away.

But her strength was now about that of a one-month-old kitten; her struggles were completely futile, and she could only let out a muffled protest:

"Let go of me! I said I would protect you, and I can't protect you like this!"

But the protests were to no avail, and Qi Ye became even more enthusiastic about it.

A soft cough came from the side.

Xing had returned to her normal tone; after all, she had already been exposed by the commercial district, and there was no point in pretending anymore.

She watched as Qi Ye cuddled and snuggled against Jing Liu, and said enviously:

"Let me join in too."

She is your master, but I am your partner. According to seniority, I should also be considered her junior?

"Just let me rub against you for a bit, okay?"

As he spoke, he reached out and moved closer to Kagami Ryu.

Qi Ye reacted quickly, spinning halfway around with Jing Liu in her arms, using her back to block Xing's outstretched hand, and looking back at her warily:

"No! My master is mine! She's my little loli master!"

If you want to mooch off someone, go find one yourself!

Xing withdrew her hand, looking at him with disdain:

"You're so stingy. I've been carrying this for you for so long, and you won't even let me get a piece of your master's flesh."

Besides, your master is so cute, what's wrong with sharing him?

Qiye hugged Jingliu even tighter:

"Anything is fine, except for Master. I can carry anything, but Master can't take anything."

Jingliu was held in Qiye's arms, and he peeked half his head out from behind Qiye's shoulder to look at Xing.

Then he looked down at his current position, where he was being held with his feet off the ground.

She felt she should say something to uphold her master's authority.

For example, saying things like "I'm not here to freeload" or "Both of you, let go of me."

But she felt very comfortable being held, and the person's embrace was warm.

It was completely different from the coldness of piecing together his corpse in the abandoned starport.

So she thought, let's just treat this one time as a welcome ceremony for our reunion.

She buried her face back in Qi Ye's shoulder and mumbled something indistinctly:

"...This is a one-time exception, and there will be no next time."

March 7th stood by and watched the trio of one person sidling up to the other, one person protecting the other, and one person peeking out.

He put his hands on his hips and let out a sigh of helplessness that he was already used to:

"Alright, alright, you two stop fighting. Xing, why are you still so childish?"

And you, Qiye, could you please put her down first? Passersby are watching.

She glanced around and sure enough, several passing residents of the Immortal Ship were looking at her with subtle glances.

The Cloud Cavalry just left, and this group has already started creating new material for onlookers.

She felt she had sighed more today than she had in a month on the train.

Jingliu peeked out from Qiye's shoulder.

Seeing the worried look on March 7th's face, he tried his best to regain his composure and spoke:

"Are you his friend? Thank you for stopping those two Cloud Cavalry soldiers earlier."

She thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

"I am his master, not a suspicious person."

On March 7th, I watched her trying so hard to put on the airs of a master.

She glanced at Qi Ye, who was still nuzzling her hair, and finally couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile:

"Alright, alright, you're his master."

I am March 7th, the one who wants to take advantage of you is Xing, and the one currently taking advantage of you is Qiye. You should already know them.

In short, welcome to the new... no, welcome back?

"Master has returned!"

Qiye lifted Jingliu high above his head, looked up at her, and smiled as brightly as a child who had just received a new toy.

"Come on! Your disciple will take you shopping!"

There are so many delicious foods on Chang Le Street. I just bought a skewer of Qiong Shi bird meat on March 7th, and the smell alone makes my mouth water.

Master, what do you like to eat? Sweet or savory? Would you like some baked flatbread?

The uncle who just reported me is the one who sells baked pancakes.

Although he himself isn't very good at it, his pies smell really good!

As he spoke, he placed the mirror around his neck.

He let her ride on his shoulders, held her legs with both hands, and strode towards the food street.

Jingliu rode on his neck.

I held his head with both hands to keep him balanced, and he swayed with his steps.

She looked down at her disciple, who was rushing forward with great enthusiasm, and spoke nostalgically:

"You've lifted me up like that before."

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then looked up at her:

"Before? When was that? I really don't remember. But it's okay, I'll raise you often from now on."