I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

After hearing these words, Jing Yuan's smile did not fade at all; instead, it deepened.

Tingyun's explanation was indeed watertight.

Since she had put it that way, she didn't intend to pursue the matter further.

After all, she is not a general now, but just a civil advisor in the Bureau of Divination.

However, it wouldn't be fun if she continued to follow them.

She deliberately leaned forward and teased...

"Miss Tingyun, I understand your curiosity."

But next time you want to ask, just come and ask me directly; you don't need to hide behind the pile of goods.

As for my identity, I am indeed connected to the General's Mansion, but you'll have to guess the specifics yourself!

She took a half step back, gestured to Kafka to "keep going," and walked away without looking back.

Tingyun stood in the alley.

Watching the white-haired girl leisurely escort the Star Core Hunter away, the smile on his face crumbled for the first time.

She was caught red-handed by a little girl and was even teased in public.

Although the other party seemed to believe her story.

But I always felt that Yuan Jing's smile had a kind of composure that saw through everything but was too lazy to expose it.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger at being tricked, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

Kafka walked behind Jingyuan, her leisurely smile of watching the show not yet completely fading.

She suddenly spoke:

"It seems that Miss Tingyun is hiding some secret."

Miss Yuanjing, aren't you going to investigate this?

The envoy from the Tianbo Bureau possessed some of the best stealth skills I've ever seen.

This cannot be explained simply by hobbies or interests.

"Of course I know she's not simple."

Her story might fool others, but it's not foolable enough to fool me, especially not for many years.

Jing Yuan did not deny it, but simply continued walking forward.

"But I don't have any evidence right now, and she has worked at the Tianbo Company for so long. Even if she hasn't made any great contributions, she has certainly put in a lot of hard work."

I cannot rely solely on intuition to doubt a ferryman who has served Luofu for many years.

Kafka smiled:

"So even the people of the Grand Diviner know how to cherish old friendships."

"I'm not doing this out of consideration for past relationships; it's just how I use people."

Jingyuan corrected her,

"Don't easily doubt anyone who works for Luofu before you have solid evidence."

This is something I learned from an old friend.

However, she hasn't been in Luofu for a long time, and I wonder how she is doing now.

She spoke with a hint of melancholy.

Kafka didn't press the matter further, but simply changed the subject:

"How much longer until we reach the Temple of the Gods? This sealing lock isn't heavy, but my wrists will ache after walking for a while."

"almost."

Jing Yuan raised his chin towards the front.

Kafka glanced at her: "You already said that at the Starport exit."

"That means it'll be here soon."

Jing Yuan still wore that lazy smile, and his pace remained unhurried, showing no intention of speeding up.

On the other side, Chang Le Street. After March 7th dragged Xing and Qi Ye out of Huixing Harbor, the three headed straight for Chang Le Street.

As the most bustling commercial district in Luofu Xianzhou, Changle Street truly lives up to its reputation.

On March 7th, pointing to a crowded spot in the corner of the square, he excitedly shouted:

"Look, there are so many people gathered there! Let's go see what good stuff they have!"

Xing was pulled forward by March 7, with Qi Ye following behind, and the three of them squeezed into the crowd.

After they finally managed to squeeze to the front row, they could see that it was in the open space in the middle of the crowd.

Chapter 108 I Will Not Forget

In the center of the crowd was an old folding chair.

Sitting on it was a little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with an erhu in front of her, playing it intently with her eyes closed.

The erhu was clearly too big for her; the soundbox was almost half the size of her body.

She held the bow in her small hands with difficulty, but the melody she produced was surprisingly smooth.

Qi Ye was stunned as she listened to the melody.

Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast.

Although most of the versions he heard were piano or children's song choruses.

But this is the first time that two tigers have been played using the erhu.

The question is, how could this song possibly appear in the Fairy Boat?

March 7th, clinging to Qiye's arm, curiously peered at the little girl playing the erhu in front of her.

He was still chewing on the bird skewers he hadn't swallowed.

"This melody is so strange, I've never heard it before, but it's quite nice."

Have you heard of "Star"?

Xing tilted her head and drew a conclusion:

"I haven't heard of it. But the melody is very catchy and would be suitable as the national anthem of my empire."

Qi Ye didn't participate in the two's discussion, but instead took out her phone and started searching.

He searched the interplanetary network for a long time but still couldn't find the song "Two Tigers".

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who was no more than seven or eight years old, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Either this little brat is a time traveler, or someone else taught her.

If it's the latter, then the person who taught her is probably also a time traveler.

Or, to put it more coincidentally, he was the one who taught her, but he had lost his memory.

He put his phone back in his pocket, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The little girl looked no more than seven or eight years old; there was no way she could have made up a song like "Two Tigers" out of thin air.

If one of his previous resurrections happened to fall in this vicinity.

I casually taught a little girl to play the erhu, and even taught her how to play two tigers.

Such an outrageous thing would be a joke if it happened to someone else, but it's just standard practice for him.

He can even find Seele in a garbage dump, so having another apprentice who can play the erhu is nothing.

Seeing him lost in thought, on March 7th, she waved her hand in front of him:

"Hey, what are you doing? You're so fixated on how cute that girl is that you can't walk past her?"

Qi Ye snapped out of her reverie, pointed at the little girl who was putting away her erhu, and said seriously:

"On March 7th, I have something to tell you."

I suspect this little girl is someone I used to know.

March 7th looked down at the little girl playing the erhu, then at Qi Ye's serious face.

The curve of his lips changed from confusion to disdain.

She swallowed the last bite of the bird skewer and said disdainfully:

"You bastard, you even have a crush on little girls, I despise you."

As she spoke, she took a half-step to the side, as if keeping her distance from some dangerous person.

Xing nodded earnestly in agreement.

"Although I also like little girls, I simply appreciate cute things."

You're different; you're the type who wouldn't even spare a strange little girl.

"I've decided not to summon you tonight. Let you reflect on your actions alone. The Empress will have my utmost favor tonight."

As she spoke, she reached out and put her arm around March 7's shoulder.

"What am I supposed to reflect on?!"

Qi Ye put his hands on his hips and announced in a nonchalant, "what's the use of being carefree?" tone.

"Fine, you're right, I like little girls, what can you do about it?"

I am a lolicon! I'm proud! I'm honored! I speak for lolicon!

March 7th stood frozen in place, still clutching the empty bird skewer in her hand.

She had thought that Qiye would at least struggle a bit and offer an explanation.

Make excuses like, "I just think this song sounds familiar."

Instead of denying it, this guy loudly announced in front of the whole street, like he was giving a campaign speech, that he was a lolicon.

In all her life, this was the first time she had ever seen someone shout such words so confidently.

Several onlookers who were listening to the erhu nearby began to look at them with subtle glances.

An uncle selling baked pancakes even quietly pulled his daughter behind him.

"You, have you no shame?!"

On March 7th, he grabbed Qi Ye's sleeve and dragged him out of the crowd, smiling apologetically at the onlookers as they walked.

"I'm so sorry, he's been poisoned by coffee and hasn't recovered yet!"

Xing followed behind, still maintaining that emperor-like composure.

He even waved to the stunned passersby, muttering something under his breath.

"What the Imperial Concubine says is absolutely right. My harem should recruit more talented people."

On March 7th, without turning his head, he roared:

"You better use the idiom 'recruiting talented people widely' for good!!!"

As Qi Ye was being pulled along by San Yueqi's sleeve, she ran alongside him, her face still bearing that open and honest smile.

Taking advantage of the moment when they slowed down and caught their breath on March 7th.

He tilted his head, looking at March 7th's embarrassed and annoyed expression, and suddenly spoke:

"Why are you so agitated? It's not illegal for me to be a lolicon."

Or are you not actually looking down on me, but rather you're jealous?

March 7th has come to a halt.

She released his sleeve, turned around, and her face was so red it could fry an egg.

She took a deep breath and spoke with restraint:

First, why should I be jealous?