I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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Dan Heng's tone turned colder, as he tried to draw a line.

Pam breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It shouldn't be targeted, right?

After all, it's not human.

"Clam?"

Potio's expression instantly twisted, and his eyes even twitched a few times.

After confirming that he hadn't misheard, he lowered his eyebrows in disbelief, thought for a moment, and realized that the other person had completely misunderstood him.

This synesthetic beacon is utter garbage!

"What the hell are you spouting nonsense about!"

Potio was so anxious that his shark teeth were practically grinding sparks.

"What I mean is, I absolutely adore gay men!"

He practically roared in his defense:

"I wish I could use my big gun to love every gay man in the universe to death, you understand?"

"..."

"..."

After Potio roared out this earth-shattering declaration with a face full of resentment, Danheng, Pam, and himself fell into an extremely eerie silence.

"...I understand."

Dan Heng instinctively took a half-step back with his gun, creating more distance between himself and his opponent.

Sure enough, he was an extremely dangerous and extreme male ketone!

He's really not good at dealing with this type of person.

Unfortunately, Qiong is not here...

"Haha...this passenger, you...you don't need to feel embarrassed..."

Pam tried to break the silence, awkwardly trying to soothe the tension.

"Our Starry Sky Train has always been inclusive, respecting all cultures and not discriminating against any type of XP! Of course, the train conductor is an exception!"

Danheng looked at Potio, whose face was growing increasingly dark, and after a suffocating silence, spoke in a serious tone:

“I have absolutely no interest in this, but perhaps you could try to find someone named Blade. You two... might have a lot in common.”

The saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."

Having been around Qiong for so long, even someone as aloof as Dan Heng would find it difficult to remain untainted by the mud, and would acquire some skills in deflecting trouble.

"Hey, how can I not explain why I'm so obsessed with it!"

Potio stomped his foot in frustration, the metal boots making a crisp sound as they hit the train floor.

"Holy crap! Listen, I'm really not a male ketone!"

Potio tried to make his tone sound more sincere, but his modified vocal cords and that damned beacon still made the words sound awkward.

"It's all because of those damn cute little bastards at the company who messed up my synesthetic beacon! Now all I can say are these sticky, sweet nothings, get it?"

"..."

Dan Heng remained silent, calmly scrutinizing him with his blue eyes.

"Forget it!"

Seeing this, Potio simply and neatly holstered the revolver back into its waistband.

"I'll fucking put the gun away, okay? Is that enough sincerity?"

Seeing that the other party had disarmed first, Dan Heng slightly turned his wrist, and the Cloud-Striking Spear also turned into specks of clear light and dissipated.

Why have you come?

His tone softened slightly, but his vigilance remained.

"I already said I didn't mean to cause you any trouble, I have something to ask you."

"Potio emphasized, then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from behind him."

"Baby, look at this. This cutie on the wanted poster is someone from your train, right?"

Dan Heng's gaze fell on the wanted poster, and his expression instantly became extremely strange.

The figure in the painting has gray hair and blurred gender features. The eyes, drawn with wild lines, reveal an indescribable sense of despair. The structure that looks like a hand is connected to a strange object that looks like a baseball bat or a yo-yo.

The identity of the subject of this abstract painting is self-evident.

This is the wanted poster from when I was wanted in Yalilo. Afterwards, Qiong brought back a copy of everyone's wanted poster as a souvenir.

"What do you want with him?"

Dan Heng still did not budge.

"Hey! I heard from some friends in the industry that this guy caused those darlings in the company's marketing department to suffer a huge loss!"

Potio grinned, his shark teeth gleaming coldly, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"Anyone who messes with the marketing department is my friend, Potio. Anyone who cherishes them is someone I'll support!"

"I missed out on that wave of excitement before, so I owe him a favor. Now, I'm here to repay it."

"?"

This logic seems a bit too grandiose.

But it sounds like this cowboy has a deep-seated grudge against the company.

"He is not on the train right now; he went to Pinocchio."

Dan Heng revealed this information, which was not exactly a secret.

"I know."

Potio slapped his thigh.

“That’s what I’m here for! We’re hunting down an imposter, a cute little vagrant who’s been wearing our clothes and swindling people. She’s in Pinocchio right now.”

His finger pressed heavily on the abstract face on the wanted poster: "And your companions, including this guy, are likely in danger right now..."

Danheng initially did not believe in the existence of the void, but after Potio's urgent and detailed explanation, doubts arose in his heart.

He immediately took out his phone to try and contact them, but the calls failed repeatedly; they were probably all in his dreams.

Out of concern, Danheng decided to get off the bus with Potio to check on the situation.

……

Dream World, Dream Reef.

"Whoosh~? Shh~ Whoosh whoosh~"

A resounding whistle played a solo tune as a girl with pigtails, dressed in a flamboyant red dress, skipped and hopped along with an arrogant, carefree stride.

Judging from the delicate patent leather shoes that connect to the single-strap black stockings, one can discern that the core of this Firework is Dome.

Despite her eagerness to find the real fireworks, she staged a one-woman show that was hard to tell from the truth, a real and fake little fireworks.

But after careful consideration, I think it would be more effective to show it off alongside the main character.

Qiong is currently busy with other matters, so she has no choice but to suppress her eagerness for the time being.

Let's have some fun at Liumeng Reef first!

"Hmm~ I have an idea!"

The beauty mark at the corner of her eye resembled rouge scorched by foxfire. The girl blinked mischievously, her eyes shimmering with tiny, rosy light.

She raised her hand and gently pulled down the red fox mask that was tucked into her temple. Her figure rippled and flowed like water, transforming into a light purple curly-haired girl in a formal dress.

It is the world's biggest star, the robin.

Her previous bouncy and joyful steps also subsided, transforming into a dignified and elegant posture.

With bright eyes and white teeth, and an innate air of elegance, he was just like the robin himself.

"Heh~"

The joyful smile vanished, replaced by a perfectly timed look of surprise on the robin's face as she waved to a gray-haired young man ahead.

"Qiong? What are you doing here?"

This is, of course, an act for outsiders.

"Miss Robin!"

The one who made the surprised sound was not Qiong, but the blue-haired girl, Misha, who looked somewhat submissive.

Hello, Misha.

The robin smiled gently and responded naturally.

"Robin, what are you doing here?"

Qiong cooperated by showing a surprised expression.

The two bodies worked in perfect harmony, effortlessly seizing control of the conversation.

Qiong met Misha unexpectedly while on a date with Liuying and searching for the uniqueness of error.

We obtained some valuable information from Misha; his home was actually on Liumeng Reef.

Transportation used to be quite convenient, but later it became impossible to travel freely. Since then, Mianmian has been leading people back and forth between the two dream worlds.

Mianmian is the meme from the Death Memory Domain. Although she looks fierce, she is very docile and has always been taken care of by Galah.

Another noteworthy thing is that the Watch Boy is with Misha, and even the fireflies can see him this time.

Something's strange.

But this is not a high priority, so we'll postpone it for now.

"Gallach again? Can you take us to meet him?"

All the clues pointed to Galah, and Qiong felt it was necessary to meet him in person.

"That's possible... but Mr. Gallagher is currently receiving visitors from the Oak family, and he specifically instructed us not to disturb them."

Misha looked troubled.

"A visitor to the oak family? Who could it be?"

Impersonating the robin was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and Hanabi had not checked the visitor's schedule beforehand. She was unaware whether the robin was aware of the visitor's identity.

Illusion was already subtly circulating in her kaleidoscope-like cherry blossom eyes, poised to be unleashed.

"I am not sure as well."

Misha shook her head. "However, with Miss Robin here, it shouldn't be a problem."

Everyone in Pinocchio knows that Miss Robin is the most cherished sister of the head of the Oak family.

Even if it concerns internal matters of the Oak family, it would not be impolite to have her accompany you.

"Then please have Misha take us to visit Mr. Gallagher."

Qiong took over the conversation at the right time.

The three followed Misha to find Galah.

……

The heavy weight of dense memories exploded in my mind.

The river of memory flows on and on, and bizarre and fantastical images flash before my eyes, taking Sunday back to my distant childhood.

At that time, he and his sister found a lone little harbinger pigeon.

However, the brother and sister had completely different views on how to save the young life.

My sister firmly believes that birds are born to belong to the vast sky.

On Sunday, he wanted to put it in a cage—by any means necessary, he just wanted it to survive.