Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Dan Heng's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, so fast it sounded like someone was chasing him.

The three people in the room looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

Finally, on March 7th, with Qi Ye's body still attached, she reached out and touched the large, throbbing bump on her forehead.

He gasped in pain, then pointed at Qiye:

"It's all your fault."

"It's her fault."

The night sky points to the stars.

"He ordered it."

The stars point to the night's rest.

The three fingers pointed at each other, forming a strange closed loop of pointing.

In the end, it was Qiye who surrendered first, sighing as she sat down on the edge of the bed:

"Fine, it's all my fault."

Qi Ye crossed her arms over her chest, using the body of San Yueqi to make this gesture, creating an arc in front of her chest.

"The side effects won't subside for another day. Let's change clothes and go see the Great Guardian."

"Change your clothes."

March 7th repeated these three words, and then her face suddenly turned red.

"Wait... change clothes?"

"Yeah, we can't exactly go there dressed like this."

Qi Ye looked down at herself.

March 7th's body was wearing a jacket with the buttons fastened incorrectly, and it was still wet inside.

"Your clothes are uncomfortable; change into something clean."

The sound of March 7th rose half a tone.

"That's my body! And you're not going to see my body naked again!"

"Then I'll change it with my eyes closed."

"How can you change it with your eyes closed!"

"Then you teach me?"

March 7th's mouth was agape, his face flushed red—no, it was Qiye's face that was flushed red.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Xing.

"Xing, keep an eye on him for me."

What do I think?

Xing tilted her head.

"You stand right there! Keep an eye on him! Don't let him peek!"

"If I looked, does that count as peeping?"

March 7th was stunned.

Oh right, Xing looking at her body shouldn't be considered peeping?

She waved her hand and said in a tone that suggested she had given up on treatment.

"Never mind, I'll change it for you first."

Close your eyes. Don't open them. Xing, go get my clothes.

"OK."

Hoshi and Sukiyori readily agreed.

He closed his eyes and opened his arms.

"bring it on."

March 7th walked up to him, Qi Ye's body.

He was half a head taller than his original body, and standing in front of "himself" felt particularly eerie.

She reached out and began to unbutton her coat.

"You...you shouldn't open your eyes!"

"Not open."

"real?"

"real."

We started on March 7th.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar body and subconsciously swallowed.

"Don't open your eyes."

"I know, you've said it several times."

Qi Ye closed his eyes, his expression as calm as if he were waiting for someone to tie his tie.

On March 7th, he took a deep breath and looked at the two clumps of people he had watched grow up.

But on the arc that has never been seen clearly from this angle before.

As if possessed, I raised my hand and gently pinched it.

It feels completely different from how I feel when I touch it myself.

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

The corners of his mouth curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He suddenly let out an extremely affected groan in his March 7th voice.

"Hmm~ You're so naughty, sneaking around on me~ So this is what March 7th is like~"

Startled, March 7th abruptly pulled back and clenched his fist.

Xing, who was rummaging through the wardrobe next to her, stopped what she was doing.

He poked half his head out, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a wide smile.

"Oh, we got caught red-handed."

"I don't!!!"

The sound of March 7th pierced the sky.

While laughing, Qi Ye couldn't resist adding another blow:

"Your technique is pretty professional. You must touch me a lot often—ouch!"

On March 7th, he punched him on the back of the head.

The force was so great that even Xing blinked and silently shrank back into the wardrobe.

March 7th glared at him and continued attacking.

She helped Qiye put on clean underwear.

Although his fingers were clumsy, at least he didn't cause any more trouble.

After finally putting on the whole outfit, she took a step back and looked herself over.

"Alright, let's take a look around."

Qi Ye took a turn around.

"……good."

March 7th frowned.

"It's just the wrong vibe; it makes my face look like a shady businessman."

"That's because your face naturally has the genes of a shrewd businessman."

"Say that again?!"

"I told you, your face is made for business."

On March 7th, I took a deep breath and felt my blood pressure soaring.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Xing finally spoke.

"If we keep arguing like this, it'll be dawn."

The two then remembered their business, glared at each other, and walked towards the door.

When the group changed their clothes and went down to the lobby, Walter was already sitting on the sofa waiting for them.

He crossed his legs and rested one hand on the back of the sofa.

He held a teacup in his other hand, his posture relaxed as if he were on vacation.

"Dawdling".

Walter's assessment was concise and powerful.

"Changing clothes, huh?"

With the face of March 7th, Qi Ye revealed a cunning merchant's smile that was completely unlike March 7th.

Walter's gaze lingered on Qiye's face for a moment, as if wondering why March Seven seemed a little different.

Jepard was already waiting at the door, and upon seeing that everyone had arrived, he spoke:

"Please follow me, everyone."

The group headed toward Cripper Castle.

Bronya was already waiting at the castle gate.

Her gaze swept over everyone, lingering on Walter for a moment.

Clearly, Walter had left a deep impression on her last time, and then she began to speak:

"Gentlemen, the High Guardian is already waiting in the meeting room. Please follow me."

The interior of Cripper Castle appears even more solemn and imposing than the exterior.

The corridor, built of gray stone, is lined with portraits of the past Grand Guardians.

Bronya pushed open the conference room door, stepped aside, and gestured for people to enter.

In the conference room, Cocolia was sitting at the head of the long table.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, her gaze sweeping over Bronya and then over Jepard.

Then it landed on the group of people on the Star Train, and finally stopped on Walter.

Before she could even speak, the bespectacled man in front of her suddenly questioned her!

"Woman, you don't look like a good person!"