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Volume 1: Chapter 869 Awakening, and I've Become a Buffet?

"Mmm~ (These are all really exciting stories~)"

Mimi sighed contentedly, her little paws resting comfortably on Qiong's shoulder, the tip of her fluffy tail gently brushing against his neck.

"Brilliant? More than brilliant!"

A gleam of discovery shone in Qiong's eyes.

"In terms of stitching, I, Qiong, admit that this author is the strongest!"

The problem is that there seem to be too many references or jokes here.

These were all familiar tropes from before his transmigration, tropes from Earth.

These references don't exist on Earth in Honkai Impact 3rd, so why do they exist in Onpharos?

Qiong often tells stories and makes jokes with the girls around him, but apart from Xingbao, who is subconsciously connected to him, no one can integrate this bunch of joke encyclopedias to such a degree.

Could it be Xingbao?

That's not right.

She's still flying towards Onphalus from inside the carriage.

In Qiong's mind, Kiana's perspective shows the Star Core Spirit attempting to speed through the train carriages.

If we exclude the second time traveler, who might win the lottery in China, the remaining possibilities become intriguing.

Could this be me in the future?

Or perhaps someone close to me wrote this book in the future?

Most of the Star Gods can transcend time and cause and effect, and that guy, the Last King, is even a Star God who travels from the future to the past.

Time travel is not as difficult as you might imagine.

Qiong fell into deep thought.

"Mmm~mmm? (Oh! I forgot a very important question! How old is your friend now?)"

Mimi looked away from the story in the book.

Why are you suddenly asking my age?

Qiong switched to an affected and pretentious tone.

"She just turned three."

"Mimi? Mimi! Mimi~ (How is this possible! Can a three-year-old grow this tall and big? Waaah... It's not fair! Why am I still so small?)"

It gestured pitifully to show the height difference between itself and Qiong, its pink ears drooping down.

But the next second, it immediately cheered up and rubbed its little head against Qiong's cheek:

"Mmm~ (But...hehe, I'm so happy, I saw my friend the moment I was born.)"

"Mmm~mmm~ (Spend every moment of life with your friends, so that if they ever write a book for someone else, it'll be even thicker than this one!)"

"How about writing our story into a book? That sounds like a good idea... 'Starry Sky Train Adventure,' also known as 'The Legend of the Sky,' featuring the War God Mimi Beast's crazy adventure."

Qiong enjoyed the little one's cuddles and continued flipping through the pages of the book I was writing.

"Speaking of which, how many pages does this book actually have? I've been flipping through it for days and there's still no end in sight."

It was as if the pages of a book were endless.

The story here is incredibly captivating.

That's hilarious!

He's been reading the story for three or four days now, so it's been a while.

He wasn't sleepy, after all, he was dreaming.

There's no reason to be sleepy in your dreams.

"Mimi~ (Are you tired, buddy? Do you want to rest for a bit?)"

Mimi floated onto Qiong's head and returned to her original seat from the Rubik's Cube era.

It turned out that her hair was a bit prickly on her bottom, so she obediently floated back to her shoulder and gently patted Qiong's cheek with her little paws, like a little guardian elf.

"Yes, you shouldn't eat too much dessert at once."

Qiong nodded in agreement, then lay down in this illusory, overlapping, pure white space with Mimi in his arms.

Good things should be savored slowly and gradually.

"Mmm~ (Yes! I'll make sure my friend is asleep!)"

Mimi stuffed her fluffy, soft tail into Qiong's hands, dutifully acting as a top-quality plush pillow.

Goodnight, love you, baby.

Yes, Digimon.

Qiong tried to sleep in a lucid dream.

"Mimi~!! (I love you! I love you the most! My buddy!)"

The little guy was stunned by this direct attack and let out a super sweet and adorable cheer.

Those large, azure eyes were fixed solely on Qiong's face, unblinking, as if they could gaze at him until the end of time.

Qiong's consciousness gradually sank.

The lucid dreaming state fades away.

Strangely, he entered a state of natural dreaming again.

The setting is the quiet and peaceful, idyllic village that first appeared in the lucid dream, and the main characters are him and Xi Lian's life.

The two chased and ran through the golden wheat fields, flying kites painted with strange graffiti.

Make a fruit cake in the fragrant kitchen and play with the Earth Beast cubs together.

Swing on a swing by a lake strewn with leaves, or lie together in the shade of a tree with soft cushions in the afternoon, letting the warm sunlight bathe your whole body.

We write stories together and read our creations to each other.

We'll take meticulous care of every flower and plant in the courtyard, and open a restaurant together...

At night, Xi Lian would climb onto Qiong's body and play games.

In the dream, Xi Lian was very proactive, on par with Liu Ying and Chang Ye Yue, but the experience was somewhat different from theirs.

The firefly possesses reproductive genes and is a reproductive practitioner. When doing that kind of thing, it unleashes its natural instincts and genes in a wild and unrestrained way.

The mad desire to conceive a child with Qiong, the intense desire to be pinned to the wall by a flame spear.

Miss Changyeyue, on the other hand, has a possessive and obsessive nature. She wants to completely drain Qiong, to integrate him into her body, and to keep him from leaving her.

Xi Lian's love is pure to the extreme, evolving from love to lust. Because she loves him so much, she will cooperate with Qiong in any position and play.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Ryuki and Nagayoshi don't love Sora; it's just that they express it differently because of their personalities.

Something's not right.

In the courtyard of a dream, at midnight, a feeling of being enveloped by a creaking bed comes over me.

Qiong gazed at the pink-haired girl, Xi Lian, who was sitting on his waist with her fair and slender arms slightly supporting her back.

A deep love is enough to melt the bones of any male.

But why would I have a wet dream?

Sexual repression?

What kind of galaxy joke is this?

Is Qiong feeling repressed?

Every day, she was exploited by Miss Changyeyue, used as material by Mrs. Xiadie, helped the Saintess Misses clear the waterway, and explored the body of Heather. Through her own body, she could suppress the Qiong of Wilvi.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

Besides, even if we take a step back and assume he really did have a wet dream, why was the object of his dream Xi Lian?

He had only met Xi Lian once.

Replacing the female lead with Alicia would be more reasonable.

And, this feeling is just too real, isn't it?

Have I reverted to a lucid dream state?

No, does having the thought of lucid dreaming mean that the emotions have already subsided?

And this shape, doesn't it look like a butterfly?

Could it be that Xi Lian's figure data in the dream comes from Xia Die in the subconscious?

Just as countless thoughts were drifting through her hazy, chaotic mind, Qiong suddenly noticed that the figure on her waist had stopped.

Why did it stop?

A radiant light gradually gathered in Qiong's misty eyes.

Then, staring at the girl with wide eyes, her slender hand covering her cherry lips, her face full of astonishment, he was stunned.

Her purple-white gradient hair flowed over her smooth, delicate shoulders, and her collarbone gleamed with an intoxicating glow under the light.

“Xia Die…”

Qiong blinked.

How could it really be a butterfly?

"Your Mightiness……"

Her beautiful, lavender-purple eyes shimmered and rippled with endless waves.

"Your Excellency, you're awake!"

Xia Die cried out in surprise and suddenly bent down to hug Qiong.

"You're finally awake!"

Feeling the roundness flattening in her chest, Qiong grabbed Xia Die tightly.

"I'm awake... Am I awake?"

Having had two dreams in a row, the first being a lucid dream and the second a mixture of lucidity and fantasy, Qiong felt a sense of confusion about the difference between reality and dreams.

But the unmistakable sensations coming from her body quickly restored Qiong's judgment.

Yes, this is reality.

He woke up.

However, another problem arises.

"Butterfly~"

Qiong sat up and pulled Xia Die, who was sitting on his lap, into his arms even tighter, maintaining the connection, and teased him with a mischievous smile.

"Dear artist wife, are you doing some kind of performance art?"

The girl, sensing the teasing tone, paused, then suddenly remembered what she was doing.

The crimson hue, like the most intense paint, instantly spread from her neck to her ears, covering her entire pretty face.

"Your Excellency, I...I..."

Qiong looked up at Xia Die's watery eyes.

It was filled with both heat and shame.

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry!!!"

Xia Die murmured, burying her face in Qiong's shoulder, her voice trembling with extreme shyness.