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

As Qi Ye watched her retreating figure, he tried to explain:

“Um… I can explain.”

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Open the door on March 7th

"I've had enough today."

The door closed behind her.

Qi Ye sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Xing, who was still unconscious on the bed, and then glanced at the direction of the door.

Helpless, I returned to my room.

Chapter 96 The Little Girl with White Hair?

Second day

Xing lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, going over the events of the previous night from beginning to end.

He ascended the throne, made empress, then bestowed the title of imperial concubine upon her, and ordered the imperial concubine to serve him in bed. Then, the empress suddenly burst in.

Then I felt a pain in the back of my head, and that was it.

She raised her hand and touched the new bag on the back of her head, feeling somewhat annoyed.

You dare to stab me in the back?

I'm going to teach you a lesson.

She slipped out of her room silently, walked barefoot down the corridor, and pushed open the door to Qiye's room.

I saw the figure on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, still rising and falling evenly.

She took two steps back to get a running start, and then she was airborne.

He slammed down on the figure on the bed in a standard Mount Tai-like crashing motion.

Qiye woke up when Xing's running footsteps sounded.

A person who has died fifty times has an instinctive sense of danger.

The moment Xing jumped, he rolled over onto the inside of the bed and casually pulled the blanket to the side.

Xing missed her target and landed face down on the soft mattress.

Qi Ye sat up abruptly, placing her hands on her hips.

Looking down at Xing, who was lying on the bed rubbing her nose, he said in an infuriating way:

"Little Star, how laughable! You dare to ambush me? How utterly insolent!"

Xing got out of bed and rubbed her nose, which had been reddened by the mattress.

Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with a mixture of resentment and bitterness:

"You bastard, I was clearly offering you a treat last night, but you refused and even hit me. I'm never giving you anything like that again."

Qi Ye coughed lightly, his smug smile fading slightly, and explained in a low voice:

"Didn't she suddenly appear on March 7th? You wanted to bring her in directly back then, weren't you afraid of causing problems?"

If we turn around and tell Uncle Yang on March 7th, what do you think we'll do?

Xing tilted her head and thought for a while, the image of Walter looking at the two of them appearing in her mind.

And Himeko's smiling face, though chilling, from a distance.

She was silent for a long while, then nodded:

"That's right! But are you sure you didn't become ungrateful just because you entered a state of enlightenment?"

Qi Ye coughed lightly, reached out and pulled Xing up from the bed, changing the subject:

"Hurry up and get ready, we have important business to attend to today."

Kafka has not been found yet, the whereabouts of the Star Core have not been determined, and Tingyun is probably already waiting downstairs.

We're here to work, not to ascend the throne.

Xing patted the wrinkles on her clothes and glanced at him:

"You were able to endure what happened last night."

Why don't you think that March 7th won't betray them, but will instead join them?

Qi Ye paused in pushing her towards the door, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace:

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't keep March 7th waiting."

I have a lot of work to do today, I don't have time to discuss this kind of issue with you.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Luofu Immortal Boat.

When Jing Yuan slipped out of the side gate of the Shence Mansion, it was just dawn.

She was dressed in a moon-white outfit embroidered with silver cloud patterns, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

She looked like a lady who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Street vendors are setting up their stalls for the morning market.

The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, all of which rushed into her nose.

She stood at the entrance of the Shence Mansion and took a deep breath, feeling as if she could devour an entire food street right now.

It wasn't that I had no appetite before, but I was always busy with official duties and would just eat hastily.

Now that I look like this, my sense of taste seems to have become several times younger.

Even the most ordinary roadside kebabs smell like some kind of unparalleled delicacy.

She bought a skewer of quail and ate it as she walked.

The moment that sweet, glutinous fruity aroma melts on the tip of your tongue, your steps become lighter.

She ate while thinking about the light cone.

This light cone is indeed a good thing.

It not only suppressed the erosion of the demonic body, but also refreshed the entire person's mental state.

She used to be lazy, mainly because she had lived a long time.

There's always something heavy weighing on my heart, covering up all my emotions.

That feeling is gone now.

She felt like she had returned to her youth.

I don't know if this light cone can still be used by my master.

Mirror Stream has been corrupted by the demonic body for so many years; if this light cone really works...

Perhaps then Master will be able to return to normal.

She took the last bite of the kebab skewer, thinking that she would find that imposter later and ask him about the mechanism of this light cone!

She ate as she walked, accumulating more and more bamboo skewers in her hand.

I bought a bag of roasted chestnuts on a whim when I passed by a stall selling them.

Passing by a bakery, I couldn't resist stopping and buying two freshly baked sesame flatbreads.

She used to eat very little of these things, but now she wants to eat everything she sees.

After paying, she was putting a sesame seed cake into her mouth when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure on the street corner.

It was a little girl with white hair, who looked no more than seven or eight years old.

I was squatting by the roadside, teasing a stray cat that had somehow appeared out of nowhere.

She stretched out a finger and scratched the cat's chin. The kitten squinted its eyes and purred.

The sunlight shone on her, making her look lively and energetic.

Jingyuan stopped biting into the sesame seed cake.

She stared at the white-haired little girl for a long time.

A vague sense of familiarity welled up inside me.

The contours of those eyes, the upturned corners of those eyes...

That kind of aura—that smile that makes you feel like there's something hidden behind it—reminded her of someone.

She paused for a moment, then patted her face.

Wake up, that's impossible.

Master is now corrupted beyond recognition by the demonic spirit.

How could someone possibly squat by the roadside and tease a cat like this little girl?

Moreover, at this age, her lively demeanor is completely at odds with her master's cold and aloof aura.

She's probably just turned into a beautiful young woman, and her hormones haven't adjusted yet, so everyone looks like an old friend to her.

She stuffed the last piece of sesame seed cake into her mouth, chewed it several times, and decided to keep going.

However, she was going to find the people on the Starry Sky Train today.

Although Danfeng didn't come, my intuition told me that he would definitely come.

Speaking of which, the side effect of that light cone is that it turns you into a beautiful girl.

Although Danfeng does not possess a demonic body and therefore does not need immunity...

However, the name "cute and beautiful girl Danfeng" sounds quite interesting.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan's lips curled up, and he walked briskly towards the Yichen Inn.

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Chapter 97 Yuan Jing

The little girl with white hair was squatting by the roadside on the street corner, gently scratching the chin of a stray cat with one hand.

In his other hand, he was teasing the cat with half a blade of grass he had picked up from somewhere.

She noticed a gaze directed at her from not far away.

Looking up, I was met with an excessively delicate young girl's face.

The white-haired girl stood by the roadside, clutching a handful of bamboo skewers in her hand.

He was still chewing on half a sesame seed cake, looking at her with a complex and indescribable expression.

That's so strange.

She tilted her head, scrutinizing the white-haired girl's facial features.

She felt a strange sense of familiarity with this face.

She actually thought this white-haired girl was Jing Yuan?

She looked down at her body, which had clearly shrunk several sizes.

She pinched her chubby cheeks again and came to a frank conclusion:

It seems that shrinking makes one's brain duller.

How could Jing Yuan be dressed like that, standing by the roadside eating kebabs, with his mouth full of sesame seeds?

Just as she was about to take another look to confirm, the stray cat at her feet suddenly meowed.

He darted out from under her grasp and ran into the alley in a flash.

"Oh no, my cat! My cat! Wait, don't run away..."