I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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"are you crazy?"

Qiong tapped her.

Jiaoqiu: "..."

Those two gray-haired guys definitely have serious brain problems.

This bizarre, jumping train of thought is just rambling on and on.

However, having previously accompanied the general and the two men in conversation as his advisor, Jiaoqiu had already grasped the abstract nature of their relationship, so he was somewhat prepared.

"Are you perhaps one of the contestants sent by Yao Qing to participate in the martial arts ceremony?"

Two fair and tender little feet stepped on the ground, and the bright red and round string of Qiongshi bird was slowly pushed into Yun Li's mouth under her pink tongue.

"I am merely a physician, completely ignorant of martial arts. I have come here on the orders of General Feixiao to handle some official business."

"Official procedures...are they relevant to us?"

Danheng stepped forward.

"Ah, please don't worry."

Jiaoqiu quickly explained, her smile unchanged.

"The meeting between General Feixiao and everyone has been successfully concluded. However, according to the Alliance's procedures, we would like to request that you provide a detailed transcript of your testimony regarding the Heavenly Monarch in order to complete the case file."

"I would like to trouble you all to make a trip to the prison. Oh, just send a representative."

"Go to the Prison? Great, great!"

Before Dan Heng could ask any questions, he heard Xing He Jing excitedly agree, leaving him speechless.

"Isn't the Prison of Darkness the safest place on the Immortal Ship? We definitely have to go check it out!"

Noticing the blank, speechless gaze from Teacher Danheng, Xing smiled awkwardly and looked away.

"When are we going?"

Their eagerness made it seem as if they were heading not to a prison, but to the famous tourist attraction, Ward 13.

"..."

Jiaoqiu's smiling expression faltered for a moment.

Even with his extensive experience, he had never seen such an extraordinary person.

"Please rest assured."

At the same time, Jiaoqiu also saw what Danheng was worried about and said:

"General Jingyuan will arrange for someone to escort you. A judge from the Ten Kings of Luofu will lead you to the Questioning Department for taking your statements. My colleagues and I have other official business to attend to, so please excuse us."

"In that case, Xing and I will go together."

Dan Heng looked at everyone.

He dared not let Xing or Qiong go alone to record their testimonies, otherwise who knows if the two of them would go crazy and try to take the blame on him.

Should I go too?

Qiong stroked her chin, somewhat hesitant.

"Hey, Qiongzai, you still have to perform the rituals and administer the fluids to Aqi. Leave the tedious little tasks like taking his statement to me."

Xing tried to dissuade Qiong.

"Hagistar, your abacus beads are about to hit my face."

In general, treasure chests tend to spawn easily in special places like the Prison of the Dead.

The fact that neither of them had been there suggests that it was a fertile, unexploited region.

Xing wants to monopolize it.

"Fine, I won't argue with you this time."

Considering that Xing paid the lion's share when purchasing the Five Elements Armor during the previous time-space battle, Qiong decided to give up a discount this time.

"Good girl, RUA~"

Upon hearing Qiong's words, Xing, who had been on guard, immediately changed her expression, adopting a loving and caring demeanor, and gave Qiong a big kiss on the cheek.

"91 split."

Qiong wiped the remaining glistening drool from her face and held up a finger.

"Then you should just be Mr. 91 Qiong."

Xing crossed her arms.

A slightly rough texture is fine, but not crystal.

They're all mine!

Guided by Jiaoqiu, Xing and Danheng left first and headed to the place where they would wait for the judge to guide them.

Jiaoqiu also bowed and took his leave, departing first.

"Where should we buy milk tea next?"

Haitu wasn't interested in the Prison of Darkness; he was waiting to treat everyone on March 7th.

"When it comes to milk tea, of course it's one of the most famous trendy tea shops in Luofu, Bu Ye Hou."

On March 7th, she had already changed into the peach-colored training clothes that Yun Li had given her.

Her pink hair was fluffy like a cluster of cherry blossoms, and the golden bells in her hair trembled slightly with her movements.

The girl's eyes sparkled, her movements lively and charming, as if peach petals were falling with her every step, her fair and slender legs peeking out from under her short skirt.

They chatted and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at Xuanye Avenue.

"Why are there so many people gathered here?"

The frightened rabbit tiptoed and peered ahead curiously.

"Go and have a look."

Qiong smelled the scent of amusement.

As I squeezed through the crowd, a familiar yet blood pressure-raising, cheeky voice immediately entered my ears.

"Young lady, this isn't right, is it? I've long heard that Xianzhou has a rich tea culture and a tradition of hospitality. This is strange, am I not a guest? Am I a guest or not?"

"That voice..."

March 7th's brow twitched, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed Scott again.

"Why is it always him? He's causing trouble almost as often as you guys."

"I suspect you are insulting me, and I have evidence."

Qiong slapped the girl's shapely buttocks.

"ah!"

March 7th blushed and hid behind Yun Li.

"..."

A small "well" shape appeared on Yun Li's forehead.

I guess I really am part of Play, huh?

"Guest, you..."

Mengming, the petite fox-woman who owns the Nevernight Marquis, has seen her fair share of situations, but Scott's unreasonable and sarcastic behavior still left her momentarily at a loss.

"Don't call me a guest. You don't even consider me a guest."

Scott waved his hand arrogantly.

"I wanted tea that was 'neither too hot nor too cold, just the right temperature,' but the tea you served was either cold or scalding hot. Xianzhou is really too hospitable!"

"And then there's your stuff."

He disdainfully picked up the teacup with his fingertips and swirled it around.

"It's the same color as muddy water in a puddle, and you dare to charge me 8888 credits for this stuff? Aren't you bullying honest people?!"

Scott angrily pointed to the sky, as if accusing the heavens of injustice.

"Isn't this going too far?"

On the seventh day of the third month, he will take out the glass sword and set out to uphold justice.

Qiong grabbed her little hand and stopped her.

"It's not your time to make your appearance yet."

"Ok?"

"Look over there."

March 7th looked in the direction the dome pointed, blinked her beautiful pink and blue dream, and her expression turned strange.

As the unrest continued, more and more people gathered at the entrance of the Everbright Mansion.

On March 7th, three familiar faces appeared; it was the three generals strolling around. Jing Yuan disguised himself slightly to avoid being recognized.

If he appeared alone, March 7 might not be easily recognized, but when he was with Fei Xiao and General Huai Yan, it became very obvious.

As the crowd of onlookers grew larger, Scott became even more enthusiastic, far from being intimidated.

He stood with his hands on his hips, one foot on the wooden threshold of the Never-Sleeping Marquis's residence, and puffed out his chest, shouting at the crowd:

"What are you looking at! I'm a special envoy from the Interstellar Peace Company! You dare mess with me, you bunch of troublemakers from Luofu?! Anyone who's not afraid of trouble, step forward!"

Whoa!

To Scott's surprise, all the onlookers in Luofu, regardless of age or gender, took a step forward in perfect unison.

What the hell!

Scott's eyelids twitched violently.

Are the people of Luofu really that fierce?

The harsh words have already been spoken; now they're in a difficult position.

Scott had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue shouting:

"Oh, so there's no room for negotiation? Fine, then let's follow the old rules of your Luofu Martial Arts Ceremony: a one-on-one duel!"

"One-on-one, no one can break the rules and gang up on each other."

Scott's fierce yet cowardly eyes quickly searched the crowd for someone easy to bully, finally settling on a kind-faced, hunched-over old man with a white beard.

“You, that short, squinty-eyed old man, yes, you! Come out.”

A kind-faced old man stroked his white beard as he walked out of the crowd.

Why the fierce expression?

Scott looked at the smiling, white-bearded old man and said arrogantly:

"You think you can beat me? I'll let you have a handicap, so hit me!"

As he spoke, he deliberately stuck out his belly and poked his lower abdomen hard with his finger.

"hehe."

Huaiyan couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"In all my years, this is truly... the first time I've ever heard of such a request."

Before he finished speaking, Huai Yan suddenly raised his seemingly old and frail arm and threw a simple punch like lightning.

"Pfft!"

The moment the fist struck his abdomen, Scott felt as if he had been hit by a starship.

His eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of acidic water mixed with specks of blood. In an instant, he collapsed, his body arching like a boiled shrimp.

Struggling to his feet, Scott wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and straightened his back, supporting his almost broken body, as he looked at the old man who only reached his waist.

"Sir, what do you do for a living?"