I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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boom!

Fu Xuan gripped his hands tightly, and a violent explosion accompanied by dazzling light filled Qiong's eyes with purple stardust.

"Wow, is it really necessary? Just unleash your ultimate move."

It's clear that Fu Xuan was quite angry.

As the starlight faded, the world of the mind turned into a chaotic fragment, and Qingque, like a robot that had lost its power, became dazed, her eyes lifeless.

Immediately, as time passed, the surrounding chaos, like a camera focusing, transformed from blurry to clear: the golden cage, the octopus chair, the cesium diagram, the illusionary talisman, and the maid outfit.

"My Lord, it's no use doing this. This is an illusionary world."

"Yes, yes, don't get angry. It's not good to get sick from getting angry."

Xingqiong, with one on each side, patted Fu Xuanyu's tender, smooth old shoulders to comfort her.

In the outside world, even a hundred Suiyangs would be no match for Fu Xuan, but Qingque's mental illusion is Suiyang's home ground.

No matter how strong Fu Xuan's attack is, it's useless if it hits a mirage!

Unless she disregards Qingque's safety and directly uses overwhelming force to create a miracle, destroying the very foundation of the dream world.

This will break the illusion, but at the cost of damaging Qingque's soul.

Fu Xuanqi was still in a state of mental turmoil, but he hadn't truly lost his mind, so of course he couldn't disregard Qingque's safety.

She was just venting her emotions.

"Damn it! Damn it! This king... this king! Ahhh!"

Fu Xuan glared at Qing Que, whose eyes burned with a mixture of shyness and extreme anger, his teeth clenched. Qing Que regained her clarity as the environment returned to normal.

She suddenly turned to look at Qiong, and scolded him with a mixture of shame and anger:

"Qiong, you scoundrel, what were you doing just now!?"

"I didn't do anything!"

The black guy in the sky shrugged innocently.

"You didn't do anything?! And there's still a star!"

"You think I didn't see it? You..."

Biting her lower lip tightly, Fu Xuan's face flushed crimson: "You...you guys...the me in the illusion...the stockings, those legs..."

His words, spoken haltingly out of shame, were mostly inaudible.

"Your Excellency, I've been wronged!"

Qiong lifted the ankle of the illusionary Fu Xuan, the shackles and bells jingling: "I'm checking how realistic the illusion is, to see if the characters in the illusion have had their meridians and acupoints checked."

Watching Qiong's fingertips slide upwards along the lace edge of her stockings.

Fu Xuan finally managed to squeeze out broken syllables through his teeth: "That place...what acupoint is there!"

Xing placed her palm on the chest of the illusionary talisman, then pressed her wrist against her own chest, tilting her head back with a martyr-like devotion.

"I am synchronizing with the Illusionary Diviner, preparing to perform an Xyz Summon!"

What are you syncing for?!

What the heck is Xyz Summoning?!

At this moment, March 7th felt only relief that she and Qingque had only recently become friends, and that she wasn't part of Qingque's mental illusion; otherwise, she would have faced the same situation as Taibu.

Like throwing a boulder at the moon's reflection in the water, the ripples on the surface subside, and the illusion is completely restored.

Qingque was somewhat bewildered by Xingqiong's instantaneous departure, unsure of what had happened. Seeing the two standing before Sanyueqi and Fu Xuan, she extended an invitation:

"In March, and this friend..."

Qingque smiled as she looked at March 7th and Fu Xuanbenxuan:

"Would you like to play strip mahjong together? The R&D department has tried to develop many six-player versions before, we can give it a try."

Qiong was a little curious as to why Qingque had a biased view of Fu Xuan.

Is it because Fu Xuan exists in the illusion?

Judging from the NPCs' reactions, he also exists within the illusion.

Is it possible that the gigolo kept by Qing Zong only exists in the setting, while Fu Xuan is 'realistically portrayed'?

Probably.

"No, no, no! I don't need it!"

On March 7th, she hurriedly waved her little hand in refusal.

Xing's golden eyes sparkled, and she pounced on March 7th to grab his hand:

"Ah Qi, what are you chickening out for? Have you forgotten how we teamed up and dominated the last time we played strip mahjong? Come on, come on, we need two more players to play without you."

"I do not!"

On March 7th, he shook his head like a rattle drum.

She still feels ashamed when she thinks about the last time she played mahjong while stripping!

And they slaughtered everyone in their path?

This jerk intentionally triggered the penalty rule for peeking at his opponent's cards several times!

I had already stripped naked, so I was the only one left to take off my clothes for the subsequent card players.

"Ah Qi~!"

The Star Core Spirit used her skill, acting cute, burying her face in March 7th's pink hair and rubbing against it:

"Come on, come on~ I'll definitely protect you this time!"

"By the way, you lost the bet before. I'm going to use my command authority now. Come on, take off your clothes and play mahjong!"

"I……"

On March 7th, he hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"So, Your Excellency, are you going to play?"

Seeing that March 7th had been pinned down and tied to the octopus chair by Xing, Qiong looked at Fu Xuan.

"..."

Fu Xuan wanted to roar, "What the hell are you playing at?!"

Have you forgotten why you entered this illusion?

Awaken the bluebird!

Awaken the Bluebird!

"Don't worry, this is part of the awakening plan."

Reading Fu Xuan's expression, Qiong became serious and solemn in his tone.

"……real?"

Fu Xuan stopped his frantic outburst and stared at the sky.

She wasn't entirely without options, but keeping Qingque safe would take a very long time.

“My Lord, I never lie.”

Qiong sincerely clutched her chest, offering a pretext.

That's the truth, just incomplete.

This would indeed help awaken the Bluebird, but Qiong didn't say that this was the only way to awaken it.

"It's just a game, you can play it or not."

With a cheerful and nonchalant tone, Qiong looked at Huanjing Fuxuan, who was dressed in a custom-made purple maid outfit.

Fu Xuan, who was about to refuse, followed Qiong's gaze and saw himself wearing that shameless outfit—Qing Que was pulling down the edge of her white stockings and stuffing purple mood inside.

Fu Xuan's blood pressure, which had just come down, suddenly spiked.

She had no doubt that if this AI with her own appearance played cards with Qiong and Qingque, it would lose everything, not even its underwear!

Oh wait, I don't have underwear right now.

You can only lose one game at most, but once you take off the second piece of clothing, you're completely...

Fu Xuan clenched her fists until her knuckles turned blue, her face flushed red and then turned pale, and finally she gritted her teeth and stomped her foot.

"Alright, let's play! How could I possibly lose to you mere card games!"

"However, hmph!"

As Fu Xuan strode toward the card table, he conjured a pink array with both hands, enveloping himself and the illusory Fu Xuan, their identical figures slowly merging together.

"You can do that?"

Qiong raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Despite the risk to Qingque's safety and the need to avoid revealing his intention to break the illusion, Fu Xuan was still able to employ some methods.

Imagine yourself merging with the illusion, and take the place of the mentally challenged AI secretary!

With her eyes wide open and her calculation ability at its peak, she refused to believe that she would lose to Qingque in a game that required calculation!

We absolutely cannot lose!

You absolutely mustn't push Qingque's butt!

"Come on, let's have Ah Qi continue to participate in the group with Xing."

Qiong took his seat; this was a special privilege for a noob.

First round begins—end!

Qiong and Fu Xuan, with their heads held high, looked at Qing Que.

"Let Aqiong have a round."

With a light flick of her jade-like fingers, accompanied by a barely perceptible click, the magnificent blue robe slid down to her sides.

PS:

Chapter 440 Grandpa Qiong is strong, tall, and hard.

"This time, I won't hold back—eat!"

"You're all finished! I'm almost dead and I've activated my Catfire ability! — Bang!"

"With a winning hand, keep quiet and make a fortune—bar!"

"You're all right, but I have a perfect hand."

The last card was drawn using the Divine Draw technique. His thumb traced the card's surface, leaving an indentation in his mind. Qiong curled the corners of his mouth, pushed the card over, and spoke calmly.

Xingqi, Qingque, and Fuxuan all saw through Qiong's hand. The hand wasn't particularly strong, but it was definitely a winning hand.

"what?"

"How is that possible!"

"Qiongzai, did you open it?!"

Qiong, pointed at by Xing who was left with only two pieces of underwear, adjusted her non-existent glasses and widened her eyes to defend herself:

"How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? Just because it's not closed doesn't mean it's open."

"Qiongzai, turn it off, I'm scared."

Xing raised his foot and kicked.

The pearl-like toes left gradually changing crimson marks on the chest, the cardamom-like toe pads pressing down one after another like stamps, the translucent blue toenails scraping across the protrusions, gently drawing circles on the chest.

"Xingbao, do you think I would fall for this level of underhanded trickery?"

Qiong pressed the button on the armrest, and Xing pulled her feet back as if she had been electrocuted.