Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

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"When you wake up, you will appear in Paradise."

On Sunday, heading towards the golden hour, he knew very well that he had no chance of winning against the anger of all the guests; he needed some other means.

......

"The Golden Moment"

"Hey, Uncle Yang, what's Ji Zi doing in March? Why isn't she here yet? I don't want to face that woman. Old Sha, do you still stand by your promise to give me 80 billion if I survive? Old Sha?"

Qiong looked at Sand Gold, but only saw Sand Gold talking to itself in front of the fire hydrant.

Am I dreaming, or have I completely gone mad?

"Alright, I might be crazy, but I'm not stupid. Get out of my head, you 'harmonious' newborn."

"Damn it, what the hell are you?"

Qiong looked at the sand gold and found it increasingly strange.

"Have you lost your mind? Or gone mad? You damned clown! Don't be afraid, Old Sand, I'm here to save you!"

Chapter 265 The Substitute Hides the Great, the Clan Head Falls

"First it was auditory hallucinations, now it's visual hallucinations—great! Should I be promoted to 'Harmonious' Envoy next?"

Upon hearing this, Qiong became even more convinced that Sand Gold had gone mad. "Harmonious Commander? Guh... 45 horsepower! Personality Correction Fist! Wake up, you idiot!"

Qiong's fist slammed straight at Sand Gold, while Sand Gold was still pondering what his "future" was.

"Old Sha, don't be misled by the same tune!"

"What? Ah—", a fist loomed large in his eyes, followed by pain.

The pain overcame the dizziness in his mind, making Sand Gold's mind a little clearer.

He slowly stood up, leaning against the streetlight, and stared at Qiong, who had taken out a baseball bat.

"Friend, that was quite strong. Hope you'll give me a heads-up next time."

Sand Gold looked around. "He's gone. He wanted me to leave. Strange..."

Qiong put away the baseball bat. "Him? The curse of harmony can be personified? Hmm, I have experience with this. Just beat him until he loses his ability to speak."

"Have you been cursed by others as well?"

Qiong tilted his head to one side. "More or less, it's a Suiyang. Sand Gold, don't get your hopes up. There's no way I'm going to go into your head to beat up the Harmonious Curse. If that thing assimilates my ancestors, I don't know what will happen to me, but you might be in big trouble."

"Haha, I'm already in trouble. If I hadn't lied and had just told the truth, I might have been able to escape. Unfortunately, I told a lie. Friend, is it not time yet? Or is your friend being blocked on the way by his family?"

"Don't ask me. Even though we're family, family members need freedom too, like when Hua Ge blew up Pinocchio. Himeko and Uncle Yang just tagged him a few times and didn't say anything." Qiong finished speaking and was about to relax when she sensed a dangerous aura.

At the same time, the gold dust also looked towards that place.

Qiong looked at the man walking towards her and said, "Head with wings? The birdman Brother Hua mentioned before? Didn't he say they'd been almost slaughtered?"

"You winged bastard, what are you doing here?"

On Sunday, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll come and see where that bastard who made such a mess of Pinocchio is living the high life."

“In your heart,” Qiong joked.

“If you don’t think about it, that person doesn’t exist. But if you do think about it, he’s everywhere. So, he’s in your heart,” Qiong said, as if deliberately igniting a powder keg.

On Sunday, a harmonious melody is initiated: "O soul of the three faces, brand his tongue and palms with hot iron, so that he may not fabricate lies or make false oaths."

"What are you doing, you winged bastard!"

Looking at the furious Sand Gold on Sunday, he said calmly, "Prisoner, what right do you have to ask me? You should think about how much time you have left."

"Are you going to use the same death penalty on him as well?"

"It's none of your business."

On Sunday, looking at Qiong who seemed indifferent, he said, "Let me ask you: Do you know who caused Pinocone's current situation?"

Qiong's gaze was icy. "I don't know. And who are you?"

Sunday frowned. "I ask you this: are you a passenger on the Star Train?"

"No, but I hope so."

"So, who are you?" Sunday's lips curled up. He had the hostage; at least he had a bargaining chip for the showdown.

“Nameless people who have already died.”

After Qiong finished speaking, nothing happened, as if these were facts.

Qiong looked behind Sunday and said, "Your matter is resolved, you can come out now."

On Sunday, he looked behind him but saw nothing.

"Thanks. Now, birdman! Go to hell with your curse!"

Taking advantage of the brief moment Sunday turned his head, Qiong swung his baseball bat with all his might.

"Star Ace!"

"boom--!"

"Splash—"

On Sunday, I shattered into memory and logged out.

"Sure enough, everything here is made of water."

Qiong looked at the gold dust behind her and asked, "With such a long wind-up, how did you fall for it?"

"How come you're alright?" Sand Gold looked at Qiong with a strange expression.

Qiong spread her hands, "I wasn't cursed. And it wasn't a skill I ate. As expected, physical attacks are still the simplest and most straightforward."

Sand Gold looked around but didn't see anyone else. "You're not cursed?! What did you use... Sorry, this might be a bit personal."

Qiong waved her hand, her eyes filled with a desire for money, "Not privately, if you round up 80 billion, I'll tell you."

Sand Gold rubbed his head. "Friend, this is outrageous! Can you handle this money?"

"Fine, you can transfer some deposit to me first."

Sand Gold handed over the jewelry bag that he couldn't give away.

"These things... should also serve as a deposit. Alright, information trading, my friend, I'm all ears."

Qiong took the bag and put it into her destiny space.

"It's very simple. Based on what you told me honestly, I deduced that this thing is being spread in the form of questions. So just let someone else answer them. For example, create an imaginary friend for yourself."

Sand Gold felt cheated. "Is this your idea? Where am I supposed to find this kind of imaginary friend?"

Qiong wiped her baseball bat. "Find a world that's breathing under the storm, and save it. The longer you breathe under the storm, the more friends you'll have."

"Wow, that's great. But I don't think I have the time."

"So, it's a pity that the heavens are jealous of talent, Mr. Sand Gold. We're so destined to meet, and we're friends. Plus, I even helped you take down that mysterious, winged, cursed man. Why don't you put my name on your will? It's not much, just half of it will do, and the rest can be given to your relatives or descendants. That way, you'll have something to say."

Sand Gold smiled wryly, "Haha, what a wonderful wish. It will take 15 hours and 8 minutes for it to come true."

"Uh, an hour has passed? What are Uncle Yang and the others doing? Lao Sha, take a picture for me."

Qiong, stepping on the memory material that constitutes Sunday, squatted down and made a peace sign.

"Snap—"

“It’s done. I feel like I’m just playing house with you,” Sand Gold sighed.

Qiong took the phone and looked at the photos. "Same technique as March, well taken."

The Starry Sky Train Family —

Qiong: @All members

Qiong: I have something to announce.

Qiong: Pinocchio is ours now!

March 7th: What are you doing?

Qiong: [Image]