I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

Although it is known that the two people are essentially the same person, this cannot be seen at all from the way Xing and Qiong get along.

Apart from agreeing on the same thing when the disease breaks out, the two of them do have some Gemini-like qualities in their daily interactions, but only a little bit.

They are like twins of similar age who are always at odds with each other and fighting, or like brothers and buddies in the same dormitory, and occasionally they look like lovers.

San Yueqi couldn't understand it, but this was probably the way one should get along with oneself.

The problem is, how come these two people won’t take the initiative to help each other with something as tiring as carrying luggage?

"I originally planned to have the Black Tower puppet help me carry my luggage, but considering that this is my first time exploring, if we encounter any danger, the puppet might have problems, so I gave up this plan."

Of course, the Black Tower dolls are not that easy to break, but just like when a otaku buys a new action figure, mobile phone, computer, or a middle-aged person buys a new car, they will treat them as treasures for the first few days.

After using it for a while, that’s another story.

"Neither Qiongzi nor I wanted to carry a backpack, so we made a bet."

"What bet?"

March 7th opened his eyes wide, like a curious baby.

"At first we were planning on playing rock-paper-scissors to decide the winner, but you know, we're one person and we can't break each other's tricks."

"So Qiong proposed to conduct the final battle in the form of a small game."

"The lovely and absolutely fair judge, Xiao Xi'er, will be the witness and host. She'll write a number on a piece of paper, and we'll both guess. Whoever guesses the number exactly or the number closest to it wins."

“Losers carry the bag, winners take it easy.”

"Uh-huh."

San Yue Qi nodded slightly. The rules of this little game sounded very fair and there was no room for cheating.

The well-behaved little Xier would never favor the duelists' shady behavior.

"In the end... you lost?"

March 7th gave the obvious answer.

"Woo~"

Xingshiluo lowered his little head, tears as big as noodles flowed down his face, and he choked with sorrow.

Qiong showed her ease by walking with big strides and walked up to the two of them with a smirk on her face. She patted the girl's shoulder, which was weighed down by the heavy backpack, with a proud look on her face.

"Axing, if you're not good at cooking, just practice more~!"

Ah Ha is in charge, Xier did not show any bias and made fair judgments throughout the process.

He just answered his own questions normally.

The main problem is the garbage system. The backpack can only store items produced by the system, and Qiong cannot get free storage space.

"Don't be so arrogant, you little Qiong cub. Next time, I will definitely beat you!"

Xing slowly clenched her fists, and her pretty face, which was filled with unwillingness, gradually became full of fighting spirit, as if she wanted to strangle the throat of fate.

"Trash~ Trash Ah Xing, you can't be so ignorant of yourself~ No way, no way?"

The yin-yang and well-behaved tone, the tea-smelling expression, not to mention the mocked Zhengtixing, even the bystander March Seven clenched his fists.

Dan Heng, who already regarded these two ancestors as blessings from his previous life, remained silent.

Walking quietly beside him with cotton-soft steps, Bai Xi's mouth curled up into a subtle arc of empathy.

It felt like going back to the orphanage days and watching Lilia and Rosalia playing around.

As for the mini-game, even with Xier's first-person perspective, she didn't notice anything unusual.

It’s just that Sister Xing is unlucky.

The cold air seemed to rise a few degrees because of the warmth of laughter.

Just as everyone was moving forward happily.

At a certain moment, Qiong paused, turned his head to look somewhere, and his surprised eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Hey, did you see that? Something seems to be moving over there..."

The archer has the best eyesight, second only to the combined dual perception of Qiong and Xier. March 7 discovered something unusual.

Xing looked in the direction indicated by March 7th.

Puff~Boom!

This was the sound of a heavy backpack falling into the snow, and her eyes instantly became as sharp as Qiong's.

The next second, Xing and Qiong rushed out at the same time, and Xing also took out a shovel from his backpack.

The two ran to a snow pile, and Qiong swung the yo-yo horizontally.

The yo-yo was surrounded by a dark blue glare, and it was like a tire spinning on the snow, spinning the snow around it.

Xing was unwilling to be left behind, so he grasped the shovel and pushed hard.

"Ouch! Sister, stop shoveling my butt! Hey! My hair is stuck, my hair! It's stuck! It's going to fall off! Brother!"

A male voice, sounding somewhat unctuous, wailed urgently.

Ignoring the screams, Xing continued to shovel hard.

Sneaking into the snow in the icy weather, this guy is obviously not a good person!

Xing dug a big hole in the snow pile, but found that there was no treasure chest under the snow pile.

The beautiful and alluring golden light was on the chest of the blue-haired man whose lower body was buried in the snow.

Qiong frowned slightly, and without any hesitation, he reached into the man's chest and grabbed it.

I've seen this person in a secondary video. His name seems to be Sambo. I remember he was a funny guy?

Qiong wasn't sure.

But sneaking into a snow pile in such a sneaky manner is definitely not something a normal person would do. Since it might be the same kind of person, there is no need to be polite.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing~ I'm not that kind of person!"

Sambo covered her chest like a little girl who had encountered a gangster.

Qiong didn't care, but he couldn't get the crystal out of Sambo's chest.

Xing and Qiong looked at each other and nodded.

Xing took out the black stockings purchased from the Black Tower Space Station from his backpack and handed one to Qiong.

The two of them poked a few holes in the stockings and then put them on their heads skillfully as face masks.

Three-quarters of his body was buried in the snow, with only his arms and the area above exposed. Sambo rested his arms on the snow pile, looking at the strange behavior of the gray-haired man and woman in front of him with horror.

Xing inserted the shovel in front of Sambo, raised her foot to step on the pedal, and placed her arms horizontally on her legs. Her posture looked like a gangster boss leading her minions from the beginning to the end of the street.

Ga~!

Ga~!

Ga~!

Qiong took out the alarm clock from her backpack, turned it three times, and placed it heavily in front of Sambo.

"Money...Pah, where is the treasure chest hidden? Tell me."

Qiong had a calm demeanor and spoke in a calm tone, but the words he uttered terrified Sangbo.

"I can't tell before the alarm goes off. My head is moving."

"Ah? Ah↓ah↑ah↓ah↑"

Sambo's eyes widened, and he looked terrified, like an ordinary person being robbed, howling like a ghost.

"Crying? Crying counts as time."

Xing said sternly, pointing a finger.

The wailing gradually stopped, and Sambo felt like he was screwed.

No, are these two gray-haired people really from the Star Train?

He was waiting for the right thing, wasn't he?

How is it the same as Space Pirates?

PS:

52

Chapter 52: Don’t shoot! We have money! We have money! We have money.

"what?"

Watching Xingkong singing the same tune and turning into robbers, March Seventh gradually became stunned and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

But after catching the keyword 'treasure chest', she quickly woke up from her shock.

"Dan Heng, are they...sick again?"

Sanyueqi cast an inquiring look at his friend beside him.

"maybe."

Dan Heng nodded expressionlessly.

"Should we stop them?"

Not only did he point a baseball bat and a gun at the first local he met as soon as he got off the train, but he also robbed him like a brutal robber.

Sanyueqi felt that this was even worse than the last time when Kaituo drove the aircraft and smashed a hole in the Tyco Arena during landing.

In the eyes of any force in the Galaxy Universe, the Wumingke are a group of warm-hearted good people, but these two guys are simply ruining the reputation of the Wumingke!

"No, wait a minute."

Dan Heng stopped San Yue Qi who was about to step forward to save the image of the Star Train. "That blue-haired man looks very suspicious."

"Xi'er thinks so too."

Even someone as innocent as Bai Xi could see that hiding in a snowdrift in such an icy environment was more than suspicious.

The words "I have a problem" are written all over his face!

"Let them test this guy first, and they can also understand the situation here."

Hearing Dan Heng's words, San Yueqi nodded.

"Makes sense."

The worry and hesitation on her face disappeared, and Sanyueqi took out the snacks from her backpack and started to crack the melon seeds that Qiong had given her as an apology for teasing her in the beginning, while she ate the melons and watched the show.

"Brother, sister, don't do it! Don't do it!"

As if reaching the edge of a cliff, the volume was raised to increase the convincingness.

"I'm just an ordinary peddler. I've never stolen anything, let alone seen your treasure chests. I'm a good citizen! A good citizen!"

Sambo burst into tears.

Qiong and Xing just watched him perform quietly until...

Ring ring ring ring~!

The silver alarm clock with a retro color and design triggered the internal mechanical structure after a slight "click" sound, and suddenly shook and vibrated.

The piercingly loud ringing of the bells pierced through the silent snowfield, causing the snow on the cliff to fall.

Xing and Qiong seemed like executioners who heard the judge's order to execute. The former raised a glittering and colorful baseball bat, and the latter pulled out a silver and black pistol from behind.

The pistol was requested by Qiong and Alan. It is equipment of the space station defense department.

I have never touched this thing in my previous life, so of course I have to touch it now that I have the chance.

The ordinary pistol is, after all, a product of the interstellar age. It is much more powerful than the pistols of the 21st century and can seriously injure the weak soldiers by hitting the energy core.

In a real battle, the few bullets in the pistol will definitely be of no use, but they are good for scaring people.

With the black muzzle of a gun pointed at his head, Sambo's face turned pale.

"Don't shoot! I have money! I have money! I have money..."