I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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He possesses a treasure trove of memories within his mind!

More precious than the memories of the girl in navy blue!

Dazzling!

Black Swan decided to extend a third invitation.

"Hey handsome little brother, wanna dance together?"

While the dark blue-haired girl left her seat to get food, the black swan, having straightened her clothes, walked to Qiong's side.

Her elegant, slender hand reached out to the sky. The purple-haired beauty was so graceful and charming that almost no man could refuse the invitation of such a beautiful lady.

"My pleasure."

Qiong grasped the hand extended by the black swan in an invitation.

"Excuse me, do you know ballroom dancing?"

With just a few steps as she got up and walked toward the dance floor, Black Swan keenly sensed that Qiong seemed to know nothing about ballroom dancing.

That was obviously an act.

Unexpectedly, after failing to steal Mei's memories, the Black Swan dared to target him instead?

Qiong proudly puffed out her chest and replied:

I think I can!

"That's good."

The third time, the violin music began.

The sound was no longer pleasing to the black swan's ears.

Instead, it inexplicably felt like an execution song.

She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the absurd thought.

This time it should be safe!

The dance had barely begun when the Black Swan was confirmed.

Qiong really can't jump.

The hand that should have been gently supporting her back in a gentlemanly manner was now positioned ambiguously lower, almost completely covering her firm buttocks.

He hugged her so tightly that it almost turned their ballroom dance into a love dance.

But Black Swan isn't some naive little girl; she doesn't really care about this. Rather, if Sora doesn't care, she can dominate the entire dance, which undoubtedly makes her hunting more advantageous.

She controlled Qiong, her soft hands encircling Qiong's waist, drawing their bodies infinitely closer.

The woman's lingering, subtle fragrance, like that of lilac blossoms, mingled with the starlight that drifted from her violet veil, surrounding her almost as if she were breathing.

Why did the older sister choose me?

Qiong was somewhat 'shy' because of the black swan's actions.

"Because you...are dazzling."

The black swan's jade-like fingers, carrying wisps of ethereal light, gently caressed Qiong's cheek, her voice low and alluring.

"You are the most exquisite delicacy at the ball, a pure wine aged for a thousand years, a rare gem that is hard to find in all ages..."

"Honey~ Would you be interested in discussing this in more detail later~?"

The Black Swan used ambiguous words to grab Qiong's attention, and then activated its ability to invade Qiong's mind, searching for the most beautiful and magnificent memories.

However, the memory that came into the black swan's view left her stunned.

There are no dazzling stars, no magnificent epics.

She found herself in... an ordinary outdoor tennis court?

At one end of the court, a brown mouse wearing a baseball cap was practicing hitting the ball against the wall with a racket several times its own size!

"???"

Three question marks appeared above the black swan's head.

what's the situation?

what happened?

The brown mouse seemed to have spotted her, its face fixed on hers. It ran over, carrying a racket, and handed it to her.

"Is this... for me?"

The black swan asked instinctively, then quickly realized what was going on.

wrong!

This should be the world of Sora's memories!

I am peering into his consciousness. How could a creation in his memory possibly sense an outsider, let alone interact with him?

And... why does he have memories of rats playing tennis?

The black swan was stunned.

"Sorry, little one, I don't have time to play with you."

The black swan composed itself, forced a smile, reached out to pat the mouse's head to appease it, and then quickly left this eerie place.

But then she discovered that she couldn't leave the tennis court.

Only after the winner of ××○○ (crossed out) is determined can you leave.

The brown mouse pulled out a wooden sign with clear writing from somewhere and hung it on the wire mesh.

"..."

Black swans have never encountered anything so bizarre, but for now, it seems they have no other choice.

Since it wants to play, let's play along.

"Alright... then I'll play a match with you."

She gripped her racket tightly, walked to the other side of the net, and a sense of absurdity welled up inside her:

I, the Black Swan, an elite member of the Memory Court, am actually playing tennis with a mouse in my memories?!

Seriously, isn't it a bit unfair to play tennis with a mouse? The size difference is just too big.

Qiong Jerry didn't take it seriously, took out a white tennis ball bomb, pulled out a match, and lit it.

Throw the bomb into the air and hit it at the black swan with a racket.

The black swan didn't see the mouse's little tricks. She wondered if she should let the mouse win so that this farce could end quickly.

She swung her racket absentmindedly, preparing to return a normal shot.

As she thought about it, she swung her racket.

The instant the racket touched the tennis ball—

BOOM!

Her entire body was as black as ink, as if she had just been dug out of a coal mine, with wisps of black smoke still rising from her.

Her gorgeous dress was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a few tattered pieces of fabric, and... a black lace panty that miraculously survived to cover the crucial triangle area.

She stood there, stunned, her gaze unfocused, staring straight ahead, as if her soul had been blown out of her body.

who am I?

where am I?

What just happened?

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 576 I made three moves, and thus became a prison goose.

Without a moment's mourning for the Black Swan's predicament, Qiong Jerry had already started on the next ball.

It deftly pulled out a normal tennis ball, tossed it upwards with its little paw, and swung the racket out with a whoosh.

call out--!

The tennis ball flew through a textbook-perfect, beautiful arc, heading straight for the other side of the net.

The black swan remained in a charred, sculpted position, its gaze vacant, clearly still reeling from the explosion of the tennis ball.

Thus, this seemingly ordinary tennis ball struck precisely the Black Swan's proudly erect, now covered in a charred shell, full breast.

Clap!

Like shattering a poorly made porcelain vase, the charred layer covering her body cracked and fell to the ground, revealing her originally delicate, fair, and jade-like skin underneath.

It transformed from a black swan back into a white swan.

The tennis ball was bounced away by the suddenly released ball of cream cake.

A wave of shame, indignation, and a sense of absurdity washed over Black Swan, and her face turned extremely pale, her smile forced.

"Little mouse."

Her voice trembled slightly and she gritted her teeth.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to play tennis?"

How could it explode?

Qiong Jerry obediently put his two little paws behind his back, swayed his body awkwardly, and blinked his big eyes innocently with a sheepish smile.

Although it didn't speak, the black swan clearly understood its expression:

I'm so sorry~ I didn't mean to, I just accidentally grabbed the wrong ball!

"..."

The black swan felt its nerves screaming.

This rat is so weird!

This place is also very eerie.

She didn't want to stay in this awful place for even a second longer!

With her mind racing, she immediately tried to activate her memory ability, attempting to forcibly escape this strange memory space.

However, her abilities seemed to have vanished—no, not vanished, but rather became ineffective in this memory space.

The released power vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

How could this be?

The one who remembers is trapped in the memory space? What kind of interstellar joke is this?!

But the harsh reality was right in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe it.

What made Black Swan even more desperate was that she couldn't even use her abilities to restore her clothes, and could only remain in a state of near-naked distress.

Thankfully... there was only one rat on the other side... or rather, the whole pot of rats?

After all, he wasn't wearing any clothes, was he?

Oh wait, the mouse somehow pulled out a pair of mini red sweatpants from behind and put them on.

...Well, at least it's wearing pants now.

The two are now the same.

The black swan only noticed the amazement in the slime's eyes when it bounced just now, but now it has returned to indifference, as if it has no interest in the beautiful body in front of it that is enough to make any normal male creature's blood boil.

How could a rat be interested in a human body?

This thought made her feel a little bit better.

Come on, let's keep playing tennis.

The little brown mouse raised its racket and waved its paw at her, its face clearly conveying the meaning.

Black swans are caught in a huge dilemma and hesitation.