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"Oh? Research?" Xing crossed his arms and glanced at March Seventh with an expression that said "keep making it up", obviously not buying it.

"Yes, yes, yes! Research!" March Seven nodded repeatedly, and his spirit left an afterimage.

"Look! I got in successfully! This proves that dreaming is feasible! What a great discovery!" She tried to change the focus.

"Your great discovery means replacing my sword with a high-intensity flashlight? And stealing my high-intensity light? And then scaring me into running away?" Xing asked three soul-searching questions in a deadpan manner.

"Uh...well..." San Yue Qi was choked and speechless, his face turned red.

"Those...those are all necessary attempts during the experiment! Yeah! And by the way, I can also observe your dream reaction mechanism!"

She stubbornly argued, then immediately put on her most sincere expression, clasping her hands together, "I was wrong, Xing! I promise next time... uh... I'll try not to play pranks! You're the most magnanimous! The most magnanimous person in the universe! Right?"

In order to silence him, she reluctantly gave Xing the title of "the most magnanimous person in the universe".

Xing almost couldn't help laughing when she saw Sanyueqi's pitiful look and his attempts to make excuses.

Her eyes rolled and the little abacus in her mind started clacking.

Complain? It doesn't seem like there's any real benefit. But...

"Hmm..." Xing cleared his throat and acted reluctantly, "Since you're honest in admitting your mistakes and are researching 'proper reasons'... I'll let it go this time."

"Really? That's great!" March 7th was like being pardoned.

"But..." Xing changed the subject, a sly smile on his face, and approached March Seven's spirit, "As hush money and compensation for mental damage... you have to agree to one condition of mine!"

"What conditions?" March 7 asked warily.

"It's very simple!" Xing smiled like a cat that had stolen some meat. "When you have time, you must let me experience an out-of-body experience! I want to try dreaming, too!"

"Go...um...for example, see what kind of dreams our reliable teacher Danheng has every day!" She was full of longing for this novel experience.

"Ah? This..." March 7th hesitated.

Seeing this, Xing delivered another fatal blow: "March Seven, you don't want Uncle Yang and the others to find out that you've entered someone else's dream without permission."

With the other party holding the upper hand, Sanyue had no choice but to accept her fate. "...Okay, okay! Deal! But you have to promise not to do anything rash!"

At the same time, I apologized to Dan Heng in my heart, "Teacher Dan Heng, I am sorry for what I have done to you. I hope you can forgive me."

"Don't worry, don't worry! I'm the most magnanimous person in the universe!" Xing immediately patted her chest and made the promise, putting back the compliment that March Seven had just given her.

After the two reached a "dirty deal", Xing felt that since Sanyue could change her dream, it would be most beneficial for her to have a good dream first, so Xing pestered Sanyueqi to help build the dream she wanted.

March Seventh watched Xing happily awarding the "Best Bucket of the Year Award" to a group of glittering gold-plated trash cans in the reconstructed "Trash Can Kingdom" dream, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to retire.

However, March 7 felt a strong repulsive force coming!

"What's going on?! Is there interference from the outside world?!..." Before March Seventh could finish his words, the dream scene before him collapsed like a broken mirror!

"Wow!" March Seven's spirit cried out, as if pushed hard by an invisible giant hand. It rolled uncontrollably in the air in the star room for several times before it could barely stabilize its body.

She shook her dizzy head, looked around where there was no movement, and then looked at the bed with a confused look on her face.

"What's going on?" March 7th floated closer and circled the star twice in confusion.

"Why did they suddenly squeeze me out? Does this dream have an automatic defense mechanism? Then why didn't they do anything before?" She was puzzled.

But soon, a lucky thought popped up like a soap bubble: "Wait! Ah Xing hasn't woken up yet! And she looks so soundly asleep... Don't dreams fade quickly after waking up? Especially those particularly bizarre ones..."

Thinking of his "big devil" behavior just now and the "unequal treaty" in which Xing outwitted him, March Seven's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Maybe... maybe when she wakes up, she'll only remember her sweet dream of being the king of the Trash Can Kingdom and forget all the embarrassing things that happened before!"

This thought relaxed her tense nerves a little.

"That's good... Dan Heng can be spared from unnecessary disaster..." She imagined the cracks that might appear on Dan Heng's unchanging icy face when Xing broke into his dream, and inexplicably felt like laughing and a little guilty.

However, before her lucky little flame could even burn, it was extinguished by the scene before her.

I saw Xing on the bed sitting up straight without any warning!

March 7's spirit froze instantly, and was almost frightened to escape through the wall back to his room!

"It's over! She's awake! She's definitely going to make some demands! My sheep spell experience class! Dan Heng's peace and quiet!"

But Xing's movements were unusually slow.

Her eyes were hazy and she sat there blankly for a few seconds. Then, as if sleepwalking, she slowly climbed down from the bed, walked to the table, picked up the water glass, and gulped down a large glass of water.

The whole process was smooth, yet with a strange, half-awake feeling of dullness.

San Yueqi held his breath and watched nervously.

After drinking the water, Xing smacked his lips, his eyes still unfocused.

She put the cup down and slowly, naturally… crawled back into bed. She pulled the quilt over her and wrapped herself up in a ball. After a few seconds, the sound of even breathing began to resonate.

She... fell asleep again? !

March 7: "..."

The heart that had risen to my throat suddenly fell back to its original position with a thud. After the huge feeling of relief, a more complex sense of contradiction surged up.

"That was close... It seems he wasn't fully awake yet and was sleepwalking and drinking water." March Seven breathed a sigh of relief.

"So... she may really not remember those 'treaties'? Dan Heng is safe!" This is undoubtedly great news.

But what followed was another indescribable loss.

"So... what about my dream experiment? I worked so hard to infiltrate, was mistaken for a demon, and was almost countered... but the subject forgot everything the moment he turned around?"

"Then what's the use of this ability? Can I only be a flying ghost spectator on the train?" The Sheep Talisman is more or less a blue item. Is it really so useless in my hands?

Will the dream story really end in such a ridiculous way?

Sanyueqi looked at Xing's face as she fell asleep again, her pink-blue eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness.

Meanwhile, in Liyue Harbor's Hall of Rebirth...

"Guest—Qing—!"

Walnut's voice, drawn out and filled with obvious dissatisfaction, echoed in the Hall of Rebirth.

Chapter 103 Walnut's Justice Trial

In Liyue Harbor, the lights are coming on.

However, the hall of rebirth was filled with an atmosphere that was incompatible with the tranquility of the night... an atmosphere of going to war and punishing the culprits.

Hu Tao stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes wide open, in front of her guest who had been missing for two days. Her face was filled with the expression "This hall master is very angry, and the consequences will be serious."

"Two whole days! Twenty-four hours! I haven't even seen your shadow!" Hu Tao raised two fingers and shook them in front of Zhongli's eyes, his tone rising and falling.

"Where's the bill? It's the first time in history that not a single one has been returned! As for this..." She changed the subject and showed an expression that said "you're smart".

"This hall master is very pleased. It deserves a verbal praise!" She nodded seriously.

Then he changed the subject, his finger almost poking Zhongli's nose, "But! Guest! You didn't say a word and disappeared for two whole days! This hall master doesn't like it! Who are you trying to drive crazy?"

"Ah? What if you get snatched away by some evil spirit out there, or fall into some ravine? Where would I, the hall master, go to get you? Do you still want the reputation of the Wangsheng Hall?"

Zhongli sat upright on the chair, listening calmly to his hall master's rapid-fire scolding, his golden eyes as still as a pool.

He simply picked up the teacup at hand and gently blew away the foam. His movements were as elegant and steady as ever, as if he had long been accustomed to this special way of caring from his own master.

Sitting next to Zhongli was a young man with a burly figure but a somewhat curious and mischievous temperament. He was watching with great interest, with a smile on his lips as if he was enjoying the show.

He imitated Hu Tao's gesture, nodded vigorously, and added a handful of firewood at just the right moment. "Master Hu is absolutely right! Zhongli's actions over the past two days have been very ill-considered. And, after promising something to someone, how can you go back on your word?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "promised something to others" and glanced at Zhongli meaningfully - obviously implying that the same motorcycle that Zhongli promised to bring him was nowhere to be seen!

When Hu Tao heard this, she felt that this new acquaintance, brother "Dai Yuan", was a rare soulmate!

She clapped her hands and gave Ruota an appreciative smile of "great minds think alike", then turned to Zhongli with an even more "heartbroken" tone.

"Guest! Listen to this! Even Brother Daiyuan can't stand it anymore! He's so sensible! Look at you! You're always elusive, disappearing without a word! Please, learn from him and be a little more steady, okay?"

She deliberately pronounced the word "stable" clearly, which created a strong contrast with her childish face that was trying hard to look dignified.

Zhongli put down the teacup, his gaze lingering on Ruo Tuo's face for a moment, with a barely perceptible question: "Dai Yuan?"

Then, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. It seemed that Ruota had given himself a new name to adapt to life in Liyue Harbor.

"Daiyuan... that's quite fitting." He sighed inwardly, watching Ruo Tuo enthusiastically singing along with Hu Tao. He looked a far cry from the calm, steady, and awe-inspiring Dragon King he remembered.

"With all the wear and tear gone, my heart and soul have returned to their purest form... This price is quite special." Zhongli felt that the childlike Ruo Tuo before him was more lively than the Dragon King, who was burdened with a heavy past.

"Guest—Sir—!" Hu Tao became even angrier when she saw that Zhongli not only did not reflect on himself, but instead stared at Dai Yuan in a daze. She stomped her little foot, and her forced "composure" was instantly broken.

"Are you listening to what this hall master is saying? Can you get away with it by just staring blankly?"

Walnut's eyes rolled, and suddenly an extremely "kind" smile with a hint of devilishness appeared on his face.

She ran away and came back after a while with a plate in her hand.

On the plate, several "little ghosts" crowded together were grinning at Zhongli, and one could vaguely see a cute ghost shadow floating on the plate.

This is Hu Tao's masterpiece - the Great March! Its cute and adorable appearance is enough to deceive any unsuspecting diner.

"Here, guest," Hu Tao put the plate on the table in front of Zhongli, her tone "gentle and considerate".

"You've been running around for two days, you must be exhausted, right? Come, come, try the Youyou Daxingjun soup that I personally made to replenish your body! This is a special 'reward' for you!"

The plate of faint large march exuded an indescribable subtle aroma, a mixture of strange spices and unknown substances.

Zhongli's gaze fell on those "cute" round-headed ghosts, and a rare, extremely subtle freeze appeared on his usually calm face.

He knew too well the power of this "reward" - it was by no means an enjoyment for the taste buds, but a complete subversion and destruction of the sensory cognition system!

This is clearly a naked "punishment"!

"Ahem... Thank you, Hall Master, for your kindness." Zhongli leaned back slightly, putting some distance between himself and the "biochemical weapon." "Zhongli... doesn't feel hungry at the moment."

Dai Yuan (Ruo Tuo) standing by watched with his eyes shining.

A few days ago, I had spoiled my appetite after being spoiled by Xiangling's feast with all its colors, aromas and flavors. Now, when I saw this plate of small things with unique shapes and squeezed together, I just thought it was novel and cute, and didn't feel the "murderous intent" contained in it at all.

He even sniffed. Although he didn't smell any enticing aroma, it looked quite interesting. He said with a hint of eagerness, "Master Hu's craftsmanship is truly unique. This thing... has a very naive shape. I wonder how it tastes? I'm quite curious."

Zhongli heard this and quickly glanced at Ruo Tuo from the corner of his eye. His eyes contained an extremely complex warning, "Old friend, cherish your taste buds and stay away from this thing!"

While Hu Tao's attention was drawn to Ruo Tuo's curiosity, Zhong Li immediately stood up and walked smoothly to the tea table next to him. He fetched water, warmed the pot, placed the tea in the pot, and brewed it...

The movements were graceful and calm, as if performing some sacred ritual.

The lingering aroma of tea soon filled the hall, diluting the invisible pressure brought by the long march.

"Master, please calm down." Zhongli placed a cup of clear tea in front of Hu Tao, his voice steady and soothing.

"Zhongli didn't intentionally lose contact; there were reasons for it. Now that I've returned, I should report my whereabouts over the past two days to the Hall Master."

"Is there a reason? What could have caused you to disappear for two days?" Hu Tao looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing him.

Zhongli pondered for a moment. Regarding the existence of the chat group, his original intention was to mention it to Hu Tao once its functions were more complete and it could steadily accept new members.

But at this moment, facing the hall master's questioning mixed with concern and anger, and Ruo Ta's eyes beside him that looked like he was looking for trouble, he felt that it would be okay to tell the truth, and he believed in Hu Tao's ability to accept it.

Chapter 104: Zhongli's Confession, the Power of the Youyou March

"This matter involves...some means beyond common sense." Zhongli's voice remained steady as he recounted his experience.

"Zhongli was invited by a group of... rather 'special' friends to participate in a motorcycle race in the 'Void' of another world, using a communication device that can connect different worlds. He also helped the local area resolve a crisis that could overturn its order."

"Later, because the traveler encountered some difficulties, I traveled thousands of miles to Nata and helped the travelers Ying and Paimon solve a difficult case involving the erosion of the Abyss and the ancient mysteries. For the past two days, I have been traveling between these two worlds."

He concealed the specific name and operational details of the "chat group", but did not hide the core experience - racing in another world and returning to Nata to assist in the battle in one day.

As Zhongli finished speaking, a strange silence fell in the Hall of Rebirth.

Only the little ghosts in the Youyou Marching Plate were still grinning "innocently".

The expression on Hu Tao's face changed rapidly: from scrutiny of "Let me see how you make this up", to confusion of "What the hell is going on", and finally fixed on an extremely complex expression, a mixture of shock and deep worry, as well as a heavy expression of "It's over, it's over, Ke Qing's brain is really broken".

She stood up suddenly, took a step in front of Zhongli, stood on tiptoe, and put her little hand on Zhongli's forehead without saying a word!

"Hiss...it's not hot..." Hu Tao's small hand touched Zhongli's forehead carefully, then touched her own forehead. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly locked together, as if she had encountered an unprecedented problem.