I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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but.

Which fire are you chasing?

Qiong took a slight breath as she sensed being held.

He's not consciously controlling his emotions right now.

Faced with the Saintess's unprecedentedly fierce and aggressive attacks, it was perfectly normal for her to have a physical reaction, given her intense gaze.

Just as the saintess was about to press her red lips onto the ground for the second time and push the journey of chasing fire to the next stage.

In the dark, crimson curtain of night, like Kogoro Mouri suddenly struck by Conan's tranquilizer dart, Tirispius closed her eyes and collapsed.

The frontal armor, at least D-grade, with astonishing elasticity and weight, slammed into the face of the Dome.

Coach, someone has charged in again with the ball.

Qiong, who was being suppressed by the white steamed bun mountain to the point of being unable to breathe, supported the limp and delicate body, trying to lift it up.

"Then let's punish her for fouling!"

A familiar voice, carrying a cold, magnetic quality and a strange rhythm, rang out.

Qiong felt the weight in her hand lighten.

Tirispius, who was in a coma, was as if she were bound by invisible ropes, and was lightly lifted off him, removed, and suspended in mid-air.

what happened?

Since all of the above events occurred within a short period of less than two seconds, the single-core processor of the Qiong CPU was unusually insufficient.

Some didn't react in time.

What is the butterfly calling out?

Why did Tirispius suddenly faint?

And the sound, and the powerful force surrounding it.

Qiong straightened up with a swift movement, turned her head sharply towards the direction of the sound, and blinked in slight surprise.

"Ah Qi?"

The figure that came into view was all too familiar.

She was still wearing that classic off-shoulder white, blue, and pink shirt paired with a gray-blue short skirt. Her swan-like neck was adorned with a choker, making the girl with soft pink waves in her hair look youthful and playful.

"No, you're not Ah Qi, who are you?"

In less than a moment.

Qiong immediately realized what was happening.

The girl in front of him was definitely not the March 7th he knew.

The silly, foolish air vanished completely, replaced by a dangerous and profound quality, like that of a poppy.

She stood there quietly, as if she were an endless, forgotten night.

The most obvious one is the eyes.

Her once clear, beautiful eyes, which were a pale blue like frozen cherry blossoms, were now completely submerged in a deep, dull red.

The corners of her eyes droop slightly, outlining an almost eerie languor and indifference.

What do you think, darling?

Red-eyed March 7th smiled.

But the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes; his gaze was as calm as a deep pool, with a hint of tenderness beneath his indifference.

She raised her delicate hand lightly.

The crystal-clear six-phase ice emerged, its hardness far exceeding that of ordinary alloys, transforming into a smooth, icy blue stream, like the tentacles of a jellyfish.

It silently surged from the dark red void behind, beside, and above Qiong.

It moved with lightning speed, wrapping around his wrists, ankles, and waist.

The dome-shaped ether was suspended in the air.

"..."

Qiong fell silent.

He turned his head and tried to struggle a little.

The seemingly supple, icy blue water flow remained completely still.

"Goodness."

"That strong?"

"You...you wouldn't happen to be Ah Qi's alternate identity, would you? Her second personality, the Shadow Assassin March Seven before she lost her memory?"

Qiong's expression was quite interesting.

He was just joking about it on Xianzhou before, how did it come true?

Is he really the best barber on the train?

Qiong remained calm. Although he felt that San Yueqi was very dangerous, he did not have any murderous intent.

"As expected of you, darling?"

Red-eyed March 7th chuckled sweetly, "Just as you thought, I am..."

"Ah, it's you... March 8th!"

A clear, lively voice, tinged with surprise, rang out, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere between Qiong and the red-eyed San Yueqi, which resembled a confrontation between experts.

Qiong: "..."

March 7th: "..."

"Pfft, March 8th!"

While hanging there, Qiong couldn't help but laugh.

"..."

March 7th also laughed, but there was a hint of speechlessness in that smile.

There's a sense of helplessness about having to spoil your silly child because they have a toothache.

"You're awake now?"

"Hmm, you're awake, you're awake. This secret brew is really potent, huh?"

March 7th, feeling embarrassed, scratches head.

"A-Qiong must have filmed me making a fool of myself while talking to myself, right? Huh?"

She then noticed the dome hanging in mid-air, immediately stood up, and spoke to her other self.

"Why did you hang Ah Qiong up? Put him down quickly!"

A strange light shone in her dark red eyes. San Yueqi glanced sideways at Qiong, a dangerous smile curving her lips:

"No rush?"

"You don't seem surprised by my appearance?"

"I am still surprised, but not too shocked, since I've seen you before."

On March 7th, a rare moment of seriousness and composure appeared on his face, a far cry from his usual carefree demeanor.

"On the train, that night a handsome knight showed up uninvited..."

"Oh, I see."

March 7th chuckled softly, but the laughter revealed no emotion.

"Since you've known about my existence for a long time, why haven't you ever seemed worried?"

Why worry?

March 7th blinked her big eyes and innocently asked:

"After all, aren't you just another version of me?"

Her tone was matter-of-fact, filled with complete trust.

“Look at Ah Xing and Ah Qiong. Although they often prank each other and sometimes don’t hold back, no matter how intense their antics are, they can be back to normal in the next second.”

March 7th reminisces about the starry sky on the train.

"The level of understanding between them is something that neither I, Bronya, nor Seele could ever achieve."

March 7th's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible envy.

Stars are special to the sky.

March 7th might feel a little jealous of the close relationship between Qiong, fireflies, and robins, but she would never feel even the slightest bit jealous of Xing.

The feelings between the two of them have transcended the boundaries of ordinary relationships.

Close friends, lovers, partners, or even siblings in jest cannot be described individually.

"It is not love, but it is more faithful and eternal than any love."

"They're not family, but we feel closer to them than if we were blood relatives."

"Sometimes, I even secretly envy their way of getting along. So, I sometimes think, how wonderful it would be if another 'me' really existed in the world~"

"And Little Seele, the two Seeles are also very close~"

March 7th walked up to her red-eyed self, revealing an incredibly bright smile that seemed to dispel the long night.

"I believe we can get along as well as they do."

"Besides, I've heard Ah Qiong tell the story of Assassin Seven."

On March 7th, she raised a slender, fair finger, looking proud and with a touch of endearing sentimentality.

"If my past was really like that of the Shadow Assassin Seven, a cold-blooded killer who was manipulated by others, or if I experienced some particularly bumpy and unfortunate events, and finally became disheartened and actively erased my memories, turning into the innocent and lovely person I am now."

March 7th's little fists were clenched in front of her chest, and her pink eyes shone with determination.

"Then this young lady must make up for all the suffering she endured in the past!"

"I'll buy you the sweetest and most expensive ice cream, I'll save the reddest and biggest strawberry on the cake for you, and I'll steal Uncle Yang's neck and shoulder massage chair for you..."

"Even if we can only use one body, we can discuss how to use it."

"Hehe, from now on, when Ah Xing and Ah Qiong team up to set traps for me, I'll have someone to discuss things with. With our combined strength, we'll be invincible!"

March 7th gestured wildly, so cute it melted your heart.

Qiong remained suspended in mid-air, listening to March 7's story.

It's often said that fools are blessed.

The one from March 7th was facing away from Little March.

As Xiao Sanyue spoke, she lowered her head slightly, her pink bangs obscuring her dark red eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

However, Sora, as the Masked Fool, is still a Masked Fool with a persona.

One can judge her emotions by observing her subtle movements and the undisguised emotional intelligence she displays.

What AK?

Her smile is harder to suppress than a Gatling gun!

Don't try to coax it into becoming an embryo!

This second personality won't work either.

“I know you are hidden in my memory, never showing yourself, only appearing when I am in danger.”

March 7th stood before Changyeyue, stretched out her hands, and gently held the other's slender hands, which were just like her own but even colder.

Her gaze was pure and clear, like an unpolluted mountain spring, looking straight into the depths of those dark red eyes.

"...I have always been looking forward to the day when you actually appear in front of me."

March 7th also stared at her with those dark red eyes, maintaining a smile.