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Xing nodded without hesitation and cheered loudly, "Have fun!"

"Great—let's have fun!" Liuying also cheered along.

So, the two held hands and walked towards the square happily. They first came to the Paipai Le area and put in a token. As the machine kept twisting, their emotions also fluctuated, sometimes nervous, sometimes excited, and laughter echoed over the entire square.

After playing a few more times, they came to the lucky wheel again and put in tokens again. When the wheel slowly stopped spinning, the two stared at the number pointed by the pointer, looking forward to good luck. Whether it was winning a small prize or continuing the challenge, they enjoyed it and enjoyed this wonderful time.

"Hmm..." Liuying hummed softly, frowned slightly, looked at Xing beside her, and said softly: "I want to sit in the open-air bar over there. Come and find me after you use up the remaining tokens."

Xing couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but she nodded obediently. She continued to play the lucky wheel game until the last token was used up, then she turned and walked towards the open-air bar.

At this time, Liuying stood quietly beside the bar, her eyes seemed to be focused on a certain direction. When Xing gently patted her shoulder, she came back to her senses as if awakened from a dream, turned around and asked: "Ah...what's the matter, have you had enough fun? It's just right, I'm a little tired too. Let's sit at the bar for a while."

The two walked side by side to the bar and sat down, ordering a glass of Suleda each. Liuying picked up the glass, took a sip, and then asked with a smile: "Are you having fun?"

“This dream place - Pinocchio - "Golden Hour", it's still great, right?”

Xing keenly sensed something was wrong and asked, "You sound a little sad... Why?"

"It's not that I'm sad." Liuying shook her head and explained, "It's just... this dream is too philanthropic and too tolerant."

“It is vast and deep. Like an ocean, even an unknown person can sleep in it.

"I'm really grateful that you chose to help. Because of this, I can introduce you to this paradise - it is willing to accept me even though I don't belong here. I love it too, so I want to share it... with others."

"Could it be...you are really a stowaway?" Xing asked in surprise.

"I...I have a legal identity...now." Liuying stammered.

"Xing, can you come a little closer? - A little closer, I have a question to ask you..." Xing slowly put his head close to Liuying's cheek. Liuying also turned his head gently, and also put his face close to Xing's ear, and then asked softly: "Um...Excuse me, did you come to Pinocchio alone?"

"I am, at least for now."

"I see. I understand." Liuying responded softly. Her gentle breath brushed past Xing's ears like a spring breeze, bringing a tingling sensation.

"You may or may not have realized it, but I have been taking you on detours and to various places just now. This is because... someone is following you." Liuying said, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"Don't look back. I'm sure he's targeting you. He's been following you since we said goodbye to Mr. Gallagher."

"I wondered if this person was your friend, but my intuition told me that he was not." Liuying stared straight ahead and continued:

"He is about 1.80 meters tall, with a margin of error of less than two centimeters. He is sturdy and has obviously been trained. His strides are long, but the sound of his steps is inaudible, and very light. This kind of step does not leave footprints..."

"..It seems that he is good at fighting - the stealthy kind. His palms are broad, but his fingers are long and flexible. I guess he is used to using a knife. A short knife, a dagger..."

"Do you know this guy? Burgundy coat, green eyes, dark blue hair..."

As he spoke, Liuying's eyes suddenly changed: "Ah...he's here."

"Hey, isn't this my loyal customer - Xing?"

Hearing a familiar voice coming from behind him, Xing turned around suddenly and found that it was an acquaintance.

"Sambo?"

【Xing: Sambo? Why are you in Pinocchio?】

[Sambo: Yes... Hiss, why is that? Hahaha, old Sambo really doesn't know.]

"It's been a long time since we last met, dear," said Sambo. "I didn't expect to meet you here - oh, I'm so lucky!"

"I must be dreaming..." Xing sighed.

Sambo laughed and said, "Just kidding, man, this is Pinocchio - you are just dreaming!"

"Are you surprised to see me? It's all thanks to you - Yalilo-VI is now open to the public!"

"Uh, who is this?" Liuying asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Miss March, you don't remember me now? I helped you so much in Beloberg..."

【March 7: Huh?】

[Sambo: This tone... Miss Hanabi, you are pretending to be me again, but you have the wrong person.]

[Hua Huo: Hehe, I'm so sorry, I thought that only Sanyueqi was by Xing's side.]

"...My name is Liuying, and I'm an artist from the Iris family." Liuying gently stroked her chest and introduced herself elegantly.

"Oh! So that's how it is. I was just wondering - it hasn't been that long, but Miss March has changed so much." Sangbo showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you! My name is Sangbo, I'm Xing's old friend, please take care of me!"

"Nice to meet you," Xing repeated.

"Haha, our radio waves are becoming more and more consistent!" Sambo laughed.

"Mr. Sambo...what are you doing in Pinocchio?" Liuying asked curiously.

"What to do? Haha, what you said is interesting. What else can you do in Pinocchio? It's nothing more than walking around and daydreaming... just taking a vacation." Sambo said as he stretched lazily.

"Well, speaking of this, it's just right - guys, it's rare for us to meet here in Pinocchio, so why not let me take you around here." He invited the two of them enthusiastically, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"I've been observing you for a long time. Miss Liuying knows Pinocchio, but when it comes to "adult entertainment"... I'm afraid I'm better than Sambo."

"Adults' entertainment?" Liuying showed hesitation on her face. She realized that something seemed subtly wrong.