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

"side effect?"

March 7th blinked, then suddenly remembered.

"Yes... I was taking a shower... and then suddenly... it turned into this..."

She touched the bump on her head, wincing in pain.

"Then I found myself in a strange room, and Xing knocked me unconscious with a stick..."

She turned and glared at Xing.

"You hit me!"

"He ordered me to do it!"

Xing jumped back half a step, pointed at Qi Ye, and her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

He was just admiring his own tying skills, but now he looks completely innocent.

"I was just following orders strictly."

He's to blame; I was used, so theoretically I'm a victim too.

"That's not what you just said!"

Qi Ye's eyes widened.

"You clearly admitted your mistakes in your suicide note!"

"What suicide note? I've never seen one! Don't talk nonsense!"

Xing looked completely self-righteous.

March Seven, who was in the body of Qiye, turned to look at Qiye.

The eyes that belonged to Qi Ye were burning with anger, along with the large bump on his head that was still throbbing.

He exuded an aura of "it's either you or me today."

Qiye jumped back a step.

"Don't come any closer! You're using my body now, fighting against March 7th's body!"

"That's perfect."

On March 7th, I counted on my fingers.

"What's it to you if I hit my own body?"

Qi Ye turned and ran.

March 7th was chasing after them.

The two of them started circling the bed in the room.

"March 7th, attack here!"

Xing rushed forward and grabbed Qi Ye from behind around the waist.

They held him firmly in place and shouted towards March 7th.

"I've immobilized you! Quick, hit him! Left cheek! Make it symmetrical!"

"Whose side are you on?!"

Qi Ye struggled.

"I stand on the side of victory."

Xing whispered in his ear, her voice laced with barely suppressed schadenfreude.

March 7th strode in, a cold smile playing on his lips.

She walked up to Qiye and looked down at herself, who was being held tightly by Xing.

Just as I raised my fist, ready to punch him...

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Danheng stood at the doorway, looking at the scene before him:

Xing hugged March 7 tightly from behind, a sinister smile on her face.

Meanwhile, "Qiye" was raising her fist, with a large bump on her forehead, ready to smash it down on "March 7th" who was being held.

His mind went blank for a rare moment.

Xinghe and Qiye joined forces to fight on March 7th.

The scene was so outrageous that he instinctively took a half-step back.

I checked the room number again to make sure I hadn't gone to the wrong room.

"Danheng!"

The three of them scattered at the same time, and Xing let go of his hand and jumped back a step.

On March 7th, he lowered his fist and took two steps to the side.

Qi Ye stood there with his hands raised, a standard guilty smile on his face.

The three people stood in an equilateral triangle with equal distances between them, their movements so synchronized it was as if they had rehearsed it.

It's not what you think.

"We were just joking."

Actually, it was a good person who switched bodies.

The three of them spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, and no one could hear what the other was saying.

Danheng raised his hand, made a "stop" gesture, and then closed his eyes.

He remained in that position for several seconds, seemingly using all his willpower to process the scene before him.

Then he opened his eyes, forcibly ignoring the scene, and spoke.

"Since all three of you are here, I don't need to go looking for you one by one."

The High Guardian has agreed to the meeting. Once you're ready, gather in the main hall.

His gaze swept over the three people's positions.

"Change your clothes, don't embarrass the Starry Sky Train."

besides……"

He looked at Qiye and Xing, and frowned slightly.

"Don't bully March 7th."

Chapter 41 Woman, you don't seem like a good person.

Danheng's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, so fast it sounded like someone was chasing him.

The three people in the room looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

Finally, on March 7th, with Qi Ye's body still attached, she reached out and touched the large, throbbing bump on her forehead.

He gasped in pain, then pointed at Qiye:

"It's all your fault."

"It's her fault."

The night sky points to the stars.

"He ordered it."

The stars point to the night's rest.

The three fingers pointed at each other, forming a strange closed loop of pointing.

In the end, it was Qiye who surrendered first, sighing as she sat down on the edge of the bed:

"Fine, it's all my fault."

Qi Ye crossed her arms over her chest, using the body of San Yueqi to make this gesture, creating an arc in front of her chest.

"The side effects won't subside for another day. Let's change our clothes and go see the Great Guardian."

"Change your clothes."

March 7th repeated these three words, and then his face suddenly turned red.

"Wait... change clothes?"

“Yeah, we can’t exactly go out dressed like this.”

Qi Ye looked down at herself.

March 7th's body was wearing a jacket with the buttons fastened incorrectly, and it was still wet inside.

"Your clothes are uncomfortable; change into something clean."

The sound of March 7th rose half a tone.

"That's my body! You're not going to see my body naked again!"

"Then I'll change it with my eyes closed."

"How can you change it with your eyes closed!"

"Then you'll teach me?"

March 7th's mouth was agape, his face flushed red—no, it was Qiye's face that was flushed red.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Xing.

"Xing, keep an eye on him for me."

What do I think?

Xing tilted her head.

"You stand right there! Keep an eye on him! Don't let him peek!"

"If I looked at it, would that count as peeping?"

March 7th was stunned.

Oh right, Xing looking at her body shouldn't be considered peeping?

She waved her hand and said in a tone that suggested she had given up on treatment.

"Never mind, I'll change it for you first."

Close your eyes. Don't open them. Xing, go get my clothes.

"Row."

Hoshi and Sukiyori readily agreed.

He closed his eyes and opened his arms.

"bring it on."

March 7th walked up to him, Qi Ye's body.

It was half a head taller than his original body, and standing in front of "himself" felt particularly eerie.

She reached out and began to unbutton her coat.

"You...you shouldn't open your eyes."

"Not open."

"Really?"

"real."

We started on March 7th.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar body and subconsciously swallowed.

"You...don't open your eyes."