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"Mimi~ (Hey buddy, I brought you a new flavor of ice cream! It's guava green flavored, super~ delicious, you have to try it!)"

"Hmm? Tell me, little cutie, did you sneak some food?"

Qiong took the ice cream, which smelled fresh and was bright green, and her eyes caught the notch at the top. She immediately switched to a classic husky pointing expression.jpg.

"Mmm~! (No, I don't! I only eat openly and honestly.)"

As she spoke, Mimi put her little hands on her hips, looked self-righteous, and stuck out her pink little tongue to lick it.

"Mmm (That little gap... it was actually left during the paternity test in March!)"

It's not a betrayal, it's just not taking the blame.

"A-Qiong, A-Qiong, why are you still standing here in a daze?"

A lively, delicate, and bell-like girlish voice came from afar, and March 7th, in the form of the long moon, ran in cheerfully.

She was holding a red ice cream in one hand, and with her other hand she naturally linked arms with Qiong's, pulling her out like a lively Samoyed.

"Come play with me!"

"Let me tell you, I just saw a trailer for a movie that's releasing today online. Guess what kind of movie it is?"

"Guess if I guess?"

Qiong's attention was fixed on the March 7th ice cream, and she leaned over to bite off the strawberry on her head.

"Hey! The strawberries I saved for last, you're so mean!"

On March 7th, he stomped his feet and puffed out his cheeks.

"You bastard! I don't care, you have to give me a strawberry."

"That's easy."

Qiong gave the order, "Mimi, go get a strawberry."

“Mi~ (Oh oh.)”

Mimi nodded obediently and was about to fly to the kitchen.

"Mimi, don't help him like this!"

March 7th stretched out her free hand to stop the little elf, turned angrily to the sky, put her hands on her hips, and said coquettishly.

"I don't want regular strawberries, I want the kind that's on ice cream, coated in ice cream, with a cool and sweet aroma!"

"Are you sure? Don't go through all the trouble of finding it for you only to end up not wanting it anymore."

"I'm sure! I specifically saved this for last, why would I refuse it?"

"Yes, you said it yourself."

Qiong showed no annoyance at being teased by his coquettish girlfriend and snapped his fingers.

"Mimi, use the Oronis Prayer Technique."

"Confused? Confused... (Ugh... Do we really have to do this, buddy?)"

"uh-huh."

"Mimi (Okay, okay, let's lift the curtain on time.)"

Mimi turned her head away, unable to bear looking directly at him, and gently waved her little hand in the direction of Qiong.

As time rippled, it was as if Qiong's chewing motion had been reversed, and the bright red strawberry was spat out of his mouth.

Of course, this is actually an illusion.

Qiong had just used the act of eating to hide the strawberry.

If time could be reversed, actions would also be reversed, and no abnormalities were found on March 7th.

So, seeing the strawberry in Qiong's hand still with a trace of ice cream on it, March Seven was dumbfounded.

"what?"

"Eek!"

Then he made a sound of disgust.

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore."

She waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly, released her grip on the hand of the murderer in the strawberry case, and turned to run away.

"Who just said they were sure? Now they're trying to run away? They're doomed."

Qiong smiled and threw the strawberry into her mouth. She grabbed March 7 from behind, hugged her back, and lowered her head to kiss her pink and moist lips.

"Ugh..."

After a brief struggle and slapping, her little pink fists pounded on Qiong's chest, issuing a muffled protest.

The sweet aroma of strawberries lingered on my lips and teeth, and the familiar body temperature and scent enveloped March 7th. My slight resistance quickly melted away like ice and snow.

Her body gradually relaxed, her movements became soft, and she finally nestled obediently in Qiong's arms.

Obediently enjoyed the strawberry-flavored kiss.

"You bad guy, you just bully me!"

With her face flushed, the incredibly cute girl pounded her little pink fists repeatedly.

"It's just strawberries."

"That's different, you've already eaten!"

"What Changyeyue fed you last night, wasn't it also in her mouth?"

These words instantly turned the puffed-up March 7th's pretty face into an explosive crimson, and she jumped up and frantically covered Qiong's mouth.

"Ahhh! Don't say it! Don't say it! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

There was so much that Changyeyue couldn't swallow it all, so she took it all.

"Mimi? (What did Little March eat last night? Was it something good?)"

Mimi blinked her big, bright blue eyes, her little face full of innocent curiosity.

"No, nothing, there's nothing at all."

March 7th blushed and frantically denied it.

"Mimi (Hmm... Little March's face is so red, it's suspicious.)"

She tilted her head suspiciously, looking like a little detective.

"So, what movie did you discover?"

Teasing March 7th is indeed a great pleasure, but it shouldn't be done too much, otherwise it will summon the long night moon. Before March 7th gets too shy, Qiong changes the subject.

And as expected of March 7th, attention immediately shifted to the topic.

"Hehe, it's a movie based on the Pink Fairy, 'The Time-Traveling Pink Fairy,' premiering today."

On March 7th, beaming with joy, he took out the latest model phone prepared by Vilvi, held the screen up to the sky, and waved it.

The screen displays a movie poster featuring a pink-haired fairy with unparalleled beauty, draped in colorful clouds.

"I'd like to see how well they film my story."

"March is now a well-known superstar."

Her shoulder-length wavy red hair was like a burning flame, and her eyes were clear and pure, as if time could not add a speck of dust to them.

She wore a red and white color-blocked off-shoulder top paired with a playful red pleated mini skirt. Her right leg was covered by an eye-catching pure white knee-high sock, while her left foot was only covered by a cute short sock, making her overall outfit lively and dynamic.

The girl, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, raised a slender finger and smiled sweetly.

"The story of the Pink Cloud Fairy is one of the most classic IPs. It has been remade countless times and remains popular."

"If I had known, I would have also made some legends and left them behind."

Qiong licked her ice cream while looking at the celestial maiden on the poster.

The fame of the Monkey King in Wengfaluo is on par with that of the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain, China.

The Pink Fairy series holds a status comparable to Journey to the West.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble already?"

March 7th couldn't help but complain, counting on his fingers.

"Putting everything else aside, just the Super Mecha series alone has seventy or eighty installments, plus various spin-offs, OVAs, and theatrical versions..."

She paused, then seemed to remember something, and her face fell.

"Also, big IPs aren't all good. Yesterday I was looking through old movies and saw a version of the TV series 'Pink Cloud Fairy' that was made fifty years ago... Good heavens, the actress who played me was so awkward that I wanted to dig my toes into the ground... I could have acted better myself than her."

Tibo couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth as she did so.

"Little March is the real Pink Mist Fairy, of course she's better than any actress."

Qiong and March 7 have been awake for over a week. Tibo is Tirispius, who is on her day off today, and is responsible for helping the two quickly understand the changes in the world.

"She means her acting is terrible."

Qiong ruthlessly sabotaged her, earning a glare from Xiao Sanyue in return.

As an unknown visitor in the interstellar age, Onphaross wouldn't need long to adapt to the rapid advancements in technology.

Unfortunately, after waking up, Zhou Qiong basically didn't get out of bed.

Mrs. Xavier, Polycia, Crydella, Heather, Vervier, and Mebius.

There are also the Miss Tirispius whose physical condition shows an arithmetic progression of age: 26, 24, 22, 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10.

Faced with this lineup, Qiong almost succumbed to temptation and couldn't extricate herself.

There's probably no word other than heaven to describe that scene.

"alright."

On March 7th, I shook my phone, and three e-movie tickets appeared on the screen.

"I've already bought the tickets, let's go and critique this new movie together!"

It's a shame we can't enjoy some alone time together, but we can't leave our good friend out alone.

Moreover, now that Tibbo is with the two of them, anyone who doesn't know the situation would definitely think that Tibbo is their sister.

But then again...

In the present day, who in Onphalos is unaware of the situation of the Moth of Fire, the Demigod of the Gate, the Saintess of Janusapolis, and the Tirispius?

Probably not.

"Okay."

Tibo's eyes curved into crescent moons.

"We've been looking forward to this movie for so long."

"Mimi~ (I also want to know how the story of March will be filmed!)"

Mimi leaned on March 7's shoulder.

It has developed a habit of leaning on your shoulder.

"Let's go then."

Qiong was also somewhat interested in the movie, after all, it was a story he had written.

Yes, it was written hundreds of years ago. March 7th was kept in the dark about this and thought it was created by a local.

The three people and one elf boarded an elevator bridge made of rainbow-like flowing light, leaving the royal palace city that floated above Ohma, and landed in the holy city below, which was filled with skyscrapers.

The city before us is a wondrous tapestry where technology and fantasy intertwine.

The skyscrapers stand side by side, but they are not entirely made of reinforced concrete; instead, they are made of stone carved with intricate patterns.

The cars and buses running on the streets are industrial products combining alchemy and Earth technology.

The grand colonnades and arches reminiscent of ancient Greece and Rome coexist with colorful billboards, creating a unique and fantastical punk urban landscape.

This style is partly a deliberate preservation and inheritance of Onphalus's local culture.

On the other hand, it is also an inevitable choice made out of necessity.