Star Railway, starting as Kiana

March 7th also fell silent, nodding only as her last act of defiance.

Even as night fell, March 7th did not leave his room, locking himself inside.

When Kiana woke up the next morning, she found that her arm seemed to be held by something warm and soft.

"Little March, stop fooling around, let me sleep a little longer."

Kiana had just finished speaking and was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly woke up with a start.

Because this isn't a train, and I'm not in the same room as March 7th anymore. Besides, even if we were in the same room, March 7th isn't this big; it couldn't possibly hold my arm.

When Kiana opened her eyes, she found a pair of hazy, pale purple eyes looking at her.

As Kiana opened her eyes, their gazes inevitably met.

Just as Kiana was about to speak, her mouth was covered by the other person.

"Listen to me, be good, don't shout."

Kiana suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck.

Before her consciousness began to fade, Kiana used her last bit of strength to turn her head and found Kafka embracing her, while a syringe was stuck in her neck.

A stream of cold liquid flowed in, and Kiana lost her chance to resist.

"Ugh."

With a barely audible groan, Kiana drifted off to sleep.

Kafka got out of bed and straightened her clothes.

Looking at Kiana, who resembles Sleeping Beauty, I suddenly realized that this companion of Xing really is like a little princess when she's not talking.

Even she, who had lost all emotion, felt a little flutter in her heart.

Before the others woke up, Kafka picked up the unconscious Kiana.

Then she left the hotel and went to the hiding place she had prepared.

Chapter 62 Little guy, do you mean you want me to warm your bed?

"I feel so tired, what's wrong?"

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Kiana's consciousness gradually returned.

While moving around in my body, which was a little sore and numb from lying down for so long, I tried to recall what I was in.

Upon seeing a purple figure leaning against the back of the chair in front of her, Kiana's memories suddenly resurfaced.

It turns out that seeing Kaffa when I woke up wasn't a dream.

Kiana didn't make a fuss, she just slowly got up and touched her neck.

Upon noticing that Kiana had awakened, Kaffa put down her book and spoke to the person behind Kiana.

"Silver Wolf, she's awake."

And the Silver Wolf's voice came from right next to him.

"Just wake up when you wake up."

Kiana then noticed that she was lying on a double bed, and Silver Wolf was right next to her.

Silver Wolf wasn't wearing shoes either, and he was playing games with his legs crossed.

Another pillow was placed behind her back, and her delicate feet, encased in fishnet stockings, swayed back and forth as she played the game, captivating the heartstrings.

But the usually quiet Kiana, upon seeing the Silver Wolf, instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Regardless of the relative strengths of the two sides or whether they are on the other side's territory.

Kiana just wants to teach this untrustworthy little silver wolf a lesson.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't come any closer, I'm still playing my game!"

"Don't lift my clothes! Don't tickle my soft skin!"

"Kafka! Stop watching and come help!"

But Kafka simply smiled and quietly watched the two playfully interacting.

Upon discovering that Kafka had no intention of helping, and that Silver Wolf was no longer willing to let Kiana attack, he tossed his phone aside and began his counterattack.

However, without using Ether editing, in terms of physical strength alone, even another Silver Wolf wouldn't be a match for Kiana.

Therefore, Silver Wolf's counterattack only made Kiana more excited and even angrier.

"That little silver wolf who doesn't keep his word deserves to be pinned down and eaten!"

"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?"

Silver Wolf was hesitant to act now, but in order to prevent the temple from revealing its whereabouts and to ensure everything went smoothly, Silver Wolf was not in a position to make a move.

As Kiana pinned him down, her wicked hand closing in, Silver Wolf felt a huge "danger" looming above his head.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go!"

"Humph."

Kafka, whether unable to bear watching any longer or sensing that things would go wrong if things went any further, got up and went to the bedside, stopping Kiana from taking any further action.

"Kafka, help me!"

"Oh ho, you want to ask for help, huh?"

Finally, the two were separated by Kafka. Kiana looked refreshed, while Silver Wolf was disheveled and looked dejected.

Looking in the mirror at the little turtles Kiana had drawn on his face and stomach with a marker, Silver Wolf suddenly wanted to quit gaming for a few days and then schedule some time to exercise.

But she still doesn't understand where Kiana's resentment comes from.

Could it be that Kaffa kidnapped her? But why seek revenge on her? Why not Kaffa?

"White fluffy dumpling, when did I lie to you? I, Silver Wolf, have always been upright and honest in my dealings, and I always keep my word. When have I ever broken my promise?"

After separating the two, Kafka had just returned to her seat when she heard Silver Wolf's words and tilted her head cutely.

Aboveboard?

A promise must be kept?

What does this have to do with us Star Core Hunters?

Do you want to see your arrest warrant?

"Ha, you've already forgotten about what happened on the train last time, it's only been a few days?"

"train?"

Kafka looked at Silver Wolf. She remembered that she had appeared on the train as a projection to get it to the Immortal Ship. The white fur ball in front of her was handed over to Silver Wolf to prevent him from saying anything outrageous that might disrupt their plans.

Unexpectedly, Silver Wolf made some kind of agreement with Kiana.

"Ahem, Kafka, why don't you go out for a walk first? Kiana and I will talk alone."

But Kafka merely narrowed her eyes, showing no intention of leaving. She simply watched Silver Wolf and Kiana with a smile, as if she were watching a show.

Only Silver Wolf felt a jolt in his heart.

Oh no, I was just saying it casually last time, trying to fool Kiana and keep her calm.

Now Kiana has brought this matter to light.

Silver Wolf remembered that he had used his teammate Kafka as payment, and suddenly a bad feeling arose.

And at that very moment, Silver Wolf's right eyelid twitched.

Just as Kiana was about to speak, Silver Wolf rushed over, trying to shut her up.

But how can a mere homebody Silver Wolf possibly compete with Kiana?

So her actions only led her into the lion's den once again, as Kiana grabbed her outstretched wrist and pinned her firmly to the bed.

But this time, Kafka had no intention of stopping her.

Fearing that Silver Wolf might disregard the plan, Kafka even used the power of Words of Power on her teammate.

"Listen to me, don't move, and speak properly."

Silver Wolf regretted saying those words.

I also regret it. Why did I come here? I can play games anywhere, why did I come here to feed kills?

However, faced with the combined physical and mental suppression, Silver Wolf quickly succumbed, as if he had been completely outmatched, and simply chose to give up.

Kiana pinned her down as she recounted what had happened on the train.

"Oh? I see. Silver Wolf said he wanted me to warm your bed?"

"So that's how it's done?"

"Silver Wolf, can you explain this to me?"

Looking at Kafka, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face, Silver Wolf knew that she would not be emotionally affected, but he still felt a little flustered.

I feel like Kafka is really scary now.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

It's unclear whether he's apologizing to Kafka or Kiana.

Silver Wolf, who thought he was about to be retaliated against by the two, had already closed his eyes, ready to face judgment, only to find that the expected Turtle +1 did not appear.

Kiana, on the contrary, let go of her, got up, put on her shoes, found a chair and sat down, and Kafka returned to her original seat.

Silver Wolf saw that he was unharmed and that Kiana and Kaffa were ignoring him.

Silver Wolf straightened his clothes, cleaned the things off his face and stomach, then picked up a pillow, leaned against the headboard, and continued playing his game.

I thought Kafka was going to have some serious business with Kiana.

But Silver Wolf discovered that the problem was far from over.

Because the first thing Kaffa said to Kiana after sitting down was...

"What, little one, do you want me to warm your bed? Do you have feelings for me?"

Chapter 63 Kiana, the Bandit's Wife

Meanwhile, in the hotel that Jingyuan had arranged for the train crew.

Old Yang didn't sleep much; he woke up just as the sun was beginning to rise. March 7th and Xing also woke up from their dreams amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets and left the room.

"Kiana is sleeping in again. Honestly, I really can't let her sleep alone, otherwise she'll wake up so late every day."

As a result, Xing pointed out March 7's little secret, causing March 7's pretty face, which was pretending to be angry, to turn red instantly.

Even Old Yang couldn't help but sigh, Kiana truly deserves to be a person with the blood of the Kaslana family flowing through her veins.

Xing: "March 7th, you want to continue sleeping with Kiana, right?"

"Anyway, we've booked a room but we don't necessarily have to stay there, and we don't have to pay for it. The bed in the room is also very big. Why don't you just tell Kiana directly?"

March 7th stammered and tried to explain, but unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a good excuse in the end.

He left with only the words, "I'm going to wake Kiana up," and then ran off in a flash.

Just as Lao Yang was shaking his head and marveling at Kiana's talent, he heard March 7's scream.

"ah!"

When the two arrived, they found the room empty.

The only proof that Kiana had stayed there was the unmade bed and two white hairs on the pillow.

"Oh no, Uncle Yang, Kiana has gone missing. Has she been kidnapped by bad guys? Is it that guy named Jing Yuanyuan who's behind this?"

"Calm down, March 7th, calm down. With Kiana's strength..."

"No, that's not what I'm worried about..."

Although Lao Yang's romantic life was not normal, and his romantic experiences were not very colorful.

But from March 7's eyes and expression, he could still read the other person's general thoughts at that moment.

March 7th felt exactly like a wedding night, but the bride's lover had vanished into thin air.