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Qi Ye stood up from the sofa, already planning how to expand her customer base after arriving in Luofu.

There are quite a few wealthy people on the fairy ship.

Jing Yuan is the Immortal Boat General, and Yan Qing is the Chief Swordsman of the Cloud Cavalry.

Bai Lu is a dragon maiden from the Wisdom Clan who carries medicine; either of them would be a high-quality customer with plenty of credit points.

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when he looked up and saw that March 7th had already walked quickly to the end of the corridor.

"March 7th, wait a minute!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, March 7's pace quickened by three points, as if a speed-up button had been pressed.

They practically rushed into the room at the end of the corridor.

Then the door slammed shut.

Pam was walking by with an empty tray when the loud slam of the door made her ears perk up.

"Pa! March 7th seems to be in a hurry today?"

After speaking, he looked at Qiye with a puzzled expression.

Qiye stood still, her hand still outstretched.

She was perfectly fine when we said goodbye in Belleberg yesterday.

How did I end up like this after waking up?

He was frowning, trying to recall if anything that shouldn't have happened had occurred last night.

Suddenly, a low, wicked laugh came from behind me.

"Hehehehe..."

The laughter drifted over his shoulder.

A mixture of schadenfreude and amusement at watching the spectacle sent a chill down his spine.

He turned his head sharply and saw Xing leaning against the sofa armrest, legs crossed.

She was holding a cup of hot tea that had been brewed sometime during the day, and was glancing at him sideways.

That look, translated, was roughly as follows:

I know something, but I won't say. You guess.

"Oh dear—poor little Ye Ye, left out in the hallway by the lovely March 7th."

"Weren't you just about to chase after them? Why did you stop?"

Qi Ye's lips twitched: "When did you learn to talk like Hook?"

Also, please don't call me "Baby Nightly".

You're not a little girl's mother.

"Even though you no longer have a little girl mom, you still have me! I can totally be your little girl mom!"

And don't you think this nickname suits you well right now?

Nightly Baby, Nightly Baby abandoned by March 7th.

She put down the tea, rested her chin on her hands, and curled up the corners of her mouth in a smile that sent chills down his spine.

His tone carried a pure joy.

Why do you think she's avoiding you?

I was fine yesterday, but I ran away as soon as I saw you today.

Did you do something to upset her last night?

"What exactly do you know?"

Qi Ye pressed for an answer.

I'm not telling you.

Xing put the teacup on the table, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Think about it yourself, my dear Ye Ye."

If you really can't remember, go look in the mirror; you might discover something.

After saying that, she walked towards the corridor, took two steps, and then glanced back at him.

The curve of his lips looked like he was preparing to unleash a powerful attack.

Qi Ye stood there, watching Xing's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, feeling that she had accumulated enough confusion for the day.

He turned and walked towards his room, deciding to put these messy things aside for now.

Back in his room, he closed the door, walked to the sink, and splashed cold water on his face.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

Black hair and black eyes, with regular features, except that there were still water droplets hanging from the corners of his eyes.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, then sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"So handsome."

After drying his face, he was about to turn around when he suddenly caught a glimpse of his chest in the mirror.

Below the open collar, there were several faint red marks, as if there was something there.

He looked down, pulled open his collar, and looked down.

The first character is "silver".

Then my consciousness became blurred.

He was sitting in a chair with a huge circular conference table in front of him.

Several rolls of paper and several portable terminals were spread out on the table.

He was surrounded by people, and the diviners dressed in the official robes of the immortal ship were all staring at him, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Master, what happened after you recalibrated the array nodes?"

"I've already made a note of it. Should we issue it for execution immediately?"

Qi Ye's brain went blank for a moment.

Lord Taibu?

He looked down at himself.

Familiar long pink hair, familiar petite figure, familiar clothes.

He raised his hand again and touched his forehead.

He already had the answer in his mind, but he still glanced at the terminal on the table.

A face he knew all too well appeared on the screen.

The lines on his face extended from his forehead to his temples, his pink hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his expression was aloof.

But given his current bewildered expression, it all looks like a comedic mishap.

"Holy crap, I've become a Fu Xuan!"

He couldn't help but complain inwardly!

Meanwhile, the other diviners around him were still looking at him expectantly.

Qi Ye took a deep breath and used all her years of experience.

He placed his hands folded above the scroll and coughed several times, mimicking Fu Xuan's usual inscrutable tone:

"cough.

It's nothing serious. I sensed a slight disturbance while deducing the formation, but it has subsided.

That concludes today's meeting. The calibration plan mentioned earlier will be issued and implemented according to procedure.

"Everyone, please disperse."

The diviners looked at each other for a moment, but since the Grand Diviner had spoken, no one dared to ask any more questions.

They all stood up, bowed, and filed out carrying their reels and terminals.

The last person to leave thoughtfully closed the conference room door behind them.

The moment the door closed, Qi Ye slumped into the chair and let out a long breath.

He looked down at his current body.

Petite, slender, with a flat chest.

He extended his index finger, hesitated for a long time, and then poked it.

Even through the fabric, you can feel that uniquely feminine softness; she must be quite well-endowed.

He withdrew his finger and sighed:

Wow, flat-chested! My favorite!

However, he didn't play with it casually as expected. Instead, he sat up straight and straightened his collar.

He adopted a serious expression and addressed the empty conference room solemnly:

"I am a person with professional ethics!"

He held that position for about three seconds.

Then he chuckled.

The laughter echoed in the empty conference room, carrying a kind of guilty pleasure.

He stretched out his finger again and poked his chest, then quickly withdrew his hand.

His entire face was filled with a serious expression that said, "I'm just confirming that this body's basic characteristics are absolutely free of any ill intentions."

Confirmed. She does have some assets, though not much, but definitely not small-breasted.

Fu Xuan usually wore that loose-fitting divination robe, so you couldn't tell at all.

"Lord Fu Xuan, you've always kept your true colors well hidden."

He sighed as he looked at the terminal screen on the table.

After speaking, he picked up the phone on the table—the Grand Diviner's phone—and unlocked it with facial recognition; the screen lit up.

He turned on the camera, propped the phone up on the table, adjusted the angle, and then struck a pose.

The kind of defeat CG style

He lay on his side on the ground, his eyes slightly bright, his hair scattered on the ground, his gaze unfocused yet filled with a hint of defiance.

He took more than a dozen photos, and every single one was good enough to be used as card illustrations.

As he looked through these photos, he suddenly understood why March 7th always liked to take pictures of him secretly.

There is an indescribable joy in filming other people's embarrassing moments.

However, to be honest, he had almost forgotten about the purpose of this mission.

Last time the side effects lasted all day, and this time it will probably last a similar duration.

Since we're already here, let's just consider this a scouting trip for the Immortal Boat.

Meanwhile, on the Star Train.

Fu Xuan stood in front of the sink in Qi Ye's room.

Looking at the familiar figure in the mirror, disbelief was written all over his face.

"Is that you, big brother!"

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