I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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Qiongdu was quite shocked.

Due to limitations in modeling, the game can only depict a limited range of scenes.

The real Pinocchio Daydream Hotel is probably on the size of a continent.

The number of tourists alone would probably be in the tens of billions.

Taking advantage of the surging crowd and excellent cover, Qiong thought for a moment, and an elegant figure silently emerged from his Valkyrie space—the older sister Mei, equipped with the demon sword, Jimeimaru.

Her waist-length purple hair, as beautiful as a starry river, flowed with luster, making her alluring and charming. The ancient and rugged black katana at her waist added a touch of heroic aura.

Without exchanging any glances or other forms of communication with Sora, Mei disappeared into the crowd with a slight smile on her lips.

Valkyrie Space is one of the safest methods of smuggling.

Next, a lucky villain will be randomly selected.

"Welcome to Daydream Hotel! We wish you an unforgettable vacation experience! To check in, please proceed directly to the hotel reception."

The waitress's gentle and dignified voice came through the room.

"I don't know which room we're in. Let's go! Uncle Yang and the others must be queuing at the front desk. Let's hurry and meet them!"

March 7th took the lead, guiding everyone through the dense crowd towards the iconic, large reception area.

However, when they got closer, they found that there were many people gathered at the front desk, and the process seemed to be stuck, with Ji Zi and Lao Yang in the middle of it.

"Are you in trouble?"

The little duck frowned slightly as it looked at the crowded people.

After much effort, the group squeezed to Walter Young's side and, after some discussion, understood the crux of the problem.

When the Star Train initially responded to the family's invitation, Star Train Seele hadn't even boarded the train yet, let alone Bronya and Brownie who joined later.

The four rooms that were originally booked were severely insufficient due to the expanding queues.

"Do you need me to hack into the system and book a room for each of us?"

Haitu chewed on bubble gum, its fingers eager to tap on the virtual keyboard.

At this point, the advantage of having a top-tier hacker on the train becomes apparent.

Ether editor, kid.

"Oh? Isn't that a bad idea?"

March 7th murmured, her eyes darting around, clearly feeling somewhat guilty.

"That's definitely inappropriate."

Old Yang calmly pushed up his glasses: "We were invited here, and using such methods is against the proper etiquette of a guest."

"I see..."

Having grasped the situation, Xing's eyes lit up, and an idea came to her. She dashed to the front desk and, addressing the somewhat flustered waitress Ellie, uttered something startling:

"I am Dan Heng!"

Looking at the beautiful, gray-haired, golden-eyed girl before her, and then at the photo of Dan Heng on the Starry Sky Train invitation in the system—a young man with a cool expression, black hair, and blue eyes—Ellie almost lost control of her expression:

"Miss, do you think this photo is of you?"

Xing stared intently at the holographic projection of a face that bore no resemblance to her own, and nodded with utmost seriousness.

"it's me!"

Her tone was firm and resolute:

"Back then, I still had short hair."

Xing grabbed Qiongzai from beside her, her face instantly switching to a loving expression full of maternal warmth, and began her impromptu, expressive performance:

"Miss, you don't know this!"

"I used to have short black hair and looked like a teenager, but after becoming a mother and taking on the sacred responsibility of raising the next generation, I resolutely grew my hair long! Don't you think I look more like a gentle mother now?"

She smoothed her smooth gray hair, then shoved Qiong, who had a deadpan expression, forward:

"This is the child I raised with great difficulty—Qiong!"

Judging from the similarity in their hair and eye colors, Ellie believes that the two are related by blood.

But is this relationship really not reversed?

and……

"The invitation was confirmed two months ago, and this photo is from two months ago."

Ellie's smile vanished, and she pointed at Qiong and complained.

"You might as well say... he is the real Danheng!"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Qiong immediately straightened her back, her expression solemn, seamlessly transitioning into her role, and nodded under Ellie's gaze, whose eyes were twitching wildly.

"Actually, I am Danheng!"

Qiong pointed at the stars, his tone carrying the helplessness and doting affection of an old father:

“She is my daughter, Xing. Because she is not yet a minor, only three years old, and lacks full capacity for civil conduct, she must live with me, her guardian.”

"hehe."

Ellie let out a soulless laugh, her gaze sweeping over her three-year-old daughter's figure, which was taller than her own and her shapely, full breasts, as she forced herself to maintain a professional demeanor:

"Your...your daughter...is three years old?"

The tone was extremely polite, but every syllable seemed to be a silent roar.

Is this kid really three years old?!

You're kidding me!

"Here, this is the latest physiological age assessment report issued by the Black Tower Space Station."

Qiong, with an air of matter-of-fact composure, calmly pulled up a document from her personal terminal and projected it:

"The testing and certification were personally led and signed by Ms. Black Tower of the Genius Club #83. What, does your hotel have doubts about the authoritative testing report of the Black Tower Space Station?"

Ellie leaned closer to take a look and saw the report's conclusion: 'Physiological age assessment: approximately 3 standard cosmic years' and the Black Tower space station's identification code.

numb!

What the hell!

Is he really three years old?!

Ellie opened her eyes wide and fell silent.

According to the hotel's regulations, minors without legal capacity can indeed stay with their guardians and use the same access permissions in the Dream World.

Under the immense sense of absurdity and the oppressive authority of the Black Tower, Ellie operated the system in a daze, replacing the reservation information that originally belonged to Danheng with that of her guardian Danheng (Qiong) and his three-year-old daughter Xing.

The Star Train still has prestige. With Himeko's endorsement, it's no problem to replace the already booked Danheng with other passengers. These two are obviously related by blood, so that's fine too.

But with so many new passengers checking in all at once, Ellie had no say in the matter.

"Normally speaking..."

A slightly lazy and playful sound, as pleasant as the clinking of gold coins, broke in, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"The hotel should have some contingency plans for this kind of unexpected situation, it's just a pity..."

A blond man dressed as extravagantly as a peacock in full display leaned against a pillar not far away, a playful smile on his lips, his golden-green eyes scanning the crowd with interest.

Qiong's eyes flickered slightly; it was a familiar face.

Although I'm not very familiar with him, I've seen him in fan-made videos. He's a company executive and seems to be colleagues with Toppa.

Sand Gold strolled forward with an elegant posture:

"Right now, on the eve of the Harmonious Music Festival, the family has sent invitations to every prominent force in the entire galaxy. If every distinguished guest, like the people on the Starry Sky Train, were to suddenly have an extra member added to their household..."

He shrugged and made an explosion gesture.

"Bang! This place is about to turn into a complete mess."

"The hotel's security is already in a precarious situation, leaving no room for error. This kind of thing happening suddenly is not something this young lady can control."

Sand Gold looked at everyone with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion:

"Everyone on the Starry Sky Train, please don't make things difficult for them."

As the renowned Stoneheart Ten, excellent strategic investment has always been a specialty of alluvial gold.

On the surface, he was trying to persuade the Star Train, but in reality, he wanted them to ask for help so that he could do them a favor and establish a connection with the two gray-haired men to facilitate his future plans.

"Ok."

Under the disapproving gaze of the sand gold dust, Qiong actually nodded.

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was estrangement."

A hooded figure emerged from the crowd. Qiong took her hand and led her to the front desk. The elegant figure removed the hood and, amidst the astonished gazes of countless passersby, affectionately embraced Qiong's arm.

"I'm not pretending anymore. I'm the husband of the genius Nguyen Mai, and I'm coming clean!"

At the same time, Brownie regained control of his body from Hare Rabbit and bowed slightly to Qiong and Ruan Mei:

"The three-year period has come to an end. Welcome back the genius!"

genius?!!

Nguyen Mai! ?

husband!?

As a member of the Genius Club, Ruan Mei was renowned throughout the galaxy.

At least nine out of ten people in Pinocchio have heard of her.

"this!"

Sand Gold was stunned by this sudden situation, staring in disbelief at Ruan Mei, who was intimately linked arm with Qiong.

"Are you kidding me?"

He did get information from Toppa about the close relationship between Qiong and Genius, but is this the kind of close relationship you're talking about?

All eyes were on Chao Xingqiong and Ruan Mei.

Xing's lips seemed to be drawn up by some kind of rule, and Qiong was quite calm in the face of everyone's gaze, arrogantly curling up the corners of her mouth and giving a crooked smile.

Stars, Dome: √!

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 542 The Face-Saving Fruit User

As transparent ripples spread outwards, the purple-haired girl slowly sat up in the luxurious dream pool shaped like a giant seashell.

The shimmering liquid memory slid down her skin without leaving a trace of moisture, not even soaking through her gorgeous performance costume.

The seemingly clear water in the Dream Pool is not ordinary water, but a highly concentrated fluid of memory that has been specially refined.

It can guide the immersing person's mind to quickly fall into a deep sleep, seamlessly connecting them to the vast synesthetic dream network of the Asdna galaxy.

The robin opened its eyes, a lingering sense of bewilderment deep within its pupils, as if its soul had just struggled to escape from some absurd and bizarre illusion.

"It was...an incredible experience..."

The girl murmured softly, scooping up a handful of liquid memory fluid flowing with starlight with her delicate hands, and gently splashed it on her face as if washing her face in the morning.

The cool touch seemed to carry an electric current, gradually bringing her slightly dazed mind back to reality.

"I must tell my brother about this."

The girl took long strides, leaving the still slightly warm pool of memory water, her delicate skin gleaming with an alluring, pearly luster under the soft light.

She tidied herself up in front of the mirror, then left the room with light steps but a hint of imperceptible urgency.

Pinocchio, the city of dreams, is ruled by "family".

These five major family lines, which have withstood the test of time, are like intricate gears, working together to keep our dream running: