I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

"But she's the only one I'll never forget no matter what!"

Dan Heng frowned.

"star!"

The trembling voice contained tenderness, worry, and unwavering love.

"You really don't remember Dad?"

Qiong raised his hand and pressed Xing's shoulder, picking up a strand of gray hair that had fallen down. Their two pairs of bright golden eyes met each other's:

"Look at this. I'm sorry, but I'd rather have you inherit your mother's beautiful purple hair than my hair and eye color."

"Mom...purple hair...Kafka..."

The key words triggered Xing's memory, reminding her of a memory from not too long ago.

Kafka looked at her with a gentle and doting look, like a mother looking at her child tenderly.

"Kafka...Mom, Kyon...Dad..."

Xing covered his head, which was flashing with countless fuzzy and chaotic memories, and muttered to himself.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The bubble gum that was licked back by the little tongue was swallowed directly this time. Silver Wolf's expression management module completely collapsed, as if he had seen a ghost.

She raised her hand and poked the purple-haired beauty beside her with a gentle smile: "Hey, Kafka, what's going on with this guy?"

"……do not know."

Kafka's super high school level expression management allowed her to hold on, but her mind was not as calm as her appearance.

Is this 'star''s brain damaged?

What's up with this personality?

Kafka felt like the kid in front of her was a masked fool.

Silver Wolf had previously vowed that a male's star is also a star.

Kafka naturally trusts her teammates.

But why did he call himself Qiong?

Differentiation of star consciousness?

Or something else?

Kafka fell into deep thought.

[To deceive a one-year-old like this, brother, please act like a human being! ]

The system complained again.

How can I even call myself a fool? This is a high level of pleasure, you don't understand.

Under the mask, the happy curve at the corners of Qiong's mouth almost reached her ears.

Hearing Xing's murmur, Sanyueqi and Danheng gradually put aside their doubts and began to accept this fact.

San Yueqi was grinding his teeth and chiseling them, but after seeing Qiong release Xing, he finally couldn't hold back his emotions.

The initial anger at being teased by Qiong and the contempt for her perverted behavior towards her own daughter made her raise the baseball bat high.

"You bastard!"

She was not completely overwhelmed by anger. March Seventh held back. She just wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

The bat fell and hit Qiong's shoulder.

"what!"

The wailing sound made everyone stunned.

The person who screamed was not Qiong, although he was covering the part of his body that was hit by the baseball bat in pain, but the one who screamed in pain was Xing next to Qiong.

"Hiss~ It hurts!"

The sudden pain came from his shoulder, causing Xing to call out instinctively.

Afterwards, seeing the scene of March Seven hitting Qiong's shoulder with a baseball bat, and then looking down at his own shoulder, Xing had a look of shock on his face like a newborn baby at the physical rules of the world.

The confusion in the clear eyes was gradually replaced by astonishing wisdom. San Yue Qi frowned and looked at Qiong with sharp eyes.

Dan Heng also cast a meaningful look at Qiong.

Qiong: "..."

Qiong: "???"

PS:

Chapter 7 She believed it! She believed it again!

Xing's eyes kept moving back and forth between Qiong's shoulder and his own shoulder. He frowned from time to time, looking puzzled, and from time to time he suddenly realized and nodded.

It turns out that when a father is hit, the daughter will also feel pain?

His mind was in a mess, even the most basic common sense was a mess. Xing simply stopped thinking and directly established new common sense.

“Wake up, wake up!”

Seeing Xing with an expression like "Eh! I get it!", Sanyueqi shook his shoulders vigorously, unable to suppress his complaints.

"Don't take such a strange thing as common sense!"

After saying that, San Yue Qi widened his eyes, put one hand on his waist angrily, and pointed at Qiong with the other hand holding a rare baseball bat.

"Could you please explain this to us?"

Do you really think that she is so smart and March 7 is a fool?

He kept teasing her!

Dan Heng lowered his brows slightly, his eyes looking deep and far.

Being stared at by three pairs of eyes full of various meanings, Qiong felt a little pressured, but more of it was confusion.

What the hell is going on?

With an expression as pure and innocent as Ding Zhen's, Qiong has "I don't know" clearly written on his face.

[Tong, what's going on?]

[Hey, doesn't the host know this? ]

The system sounded surprised, wondering why Qiong would ask such an obvious question.

[You and Xing are two sides of the same coin. From another dimension, you're essentially the same person. Hitting you is hitting her, and vice versa.]

【…】

Qiong's expression gradually became strange.

Of course he knew... the relationship between this body and Xing, but he never thought that the connection between the two would be manifested in this way.

Qiong turned and looked at Xing silently.

Under the gaze of Danheng, Sanyueqi and Xing, his expression gradually became serious.

Suddenly, Qiong raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers and bent them slightly into a claw shape, and grabbed the left side of his chest with force.

"ah!"

It didn't meet the standard of pain, but the sudden feeling in his chest caught Xing off guard and he shuddered all over. He raised his hands and folded them in front of his left chest.

Her pretty face, which was pure yet lazy with a royal sister's temperament, was filled with panic, giving a feeling of being ignorant of the world.

After all, she was just born, and before she could release her inherent scumbag nature, she was overwhelmed by a huge amount of information and fooled from beginning to end. It would be strange if she could react.

The Stephen Chow in the second impression video is a scum of the earth, the worst of scum. At this moment, this immature performance looks explosively cute in Qiong's eyes.

as well as……

I can actually feel...

Qiong opened her eyes wide in surprise and stared at the slender hand spread out in front of her.

When the palm touches the chest, in addition to the feedback feeling of a normal person touching the chest, the palm also feels a wonderful soft and elastic touch like jelly.

The two feelings overlapped, forming a contradictory state that was difficult to distinguish, yet clearly discernible. It was very strange.

Qiong grabbed her right breast again.

"ah!"

Following the panicked shout, Xing shuddered again, and the palm that was blocking his left chest moved to his right chest.

Qiong's eyes lit up at the cute and flustered posture, as if she had found some fun feedback toy.

Grasp!

Grasp!

I'll catch it!

He raised his hands and scratched his chest, rubbing it and slapping his buttocks twice to tickle the itchy flesh under his armpits.

Itching is a skin reaction as a defense mechanism that alerts people to a specific type of threat.

When people tickle themselves, the cerebellum sends a signal to the brain before the palm touches the skin, telling other organs of the body not to respond.

Therefore, there is usually only minimal itching, which most people can tolerate.

But the feeling was completely different when it came to Xing.

"what!"

"ah!"

"Haha~haha~"

"How is this going!?"

"It's so itchy!"

It felt like something was crawling all over my body, but I couldn't catch it.

"Lao Deng, stop talking!"

The itching on the side of the waist had just ended when Xing felt an itch on the neck. He raised his hand to scratch it, but the itch moved back to the side of the waist.

"Stop pinching!"

Holding the waist and neck makes it itchy, scratching the neck and chest makes it numb, and you lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

If it were a funny comic, Xing would probably grow dozens or even hundreds of hands, chasing after the itchy spots, and finally let the stretched arms wrap themselves up like a dumpling.

Staggering and reeling, and laughing wildly because he couldn't help the itch, Xing finally fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

The weird farce that was being played out left San Yue Qi dumbfounded, and even Dan Heng's facial expression was barely under control.

Damn it.

Does this person eat oil cakes?!

Lying on the floor with his arms and legs spread out, Xing was panting and scratching his neck.

At this moment, she saw that Qiong's movements suddenly paused as she was tickling him.

This pause made both of them stunned.

Xing, who was gasping for breath, suddenly woke up.

Two pairs of identical bright golden eyes stared at each other. The pair that was filled with joy began to show vigilance and slight surprise. The joy did not disappear, but shifted to the other pair of golden eyes.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

Qiong smiled kindly, seeming a little shy.

"At this moment? Are you kidding me?"