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

Chapter 47 Dan Heng: Blade, you are the songstress.

"He's sleeping so soundly... It's not good for him to just lie there in the hallway... Where's Danheng?"

Think tank —

"There are five people, Rise Up into my world?" (Translation: Rise up! Enter my world?)

"The cost...Renew your definition?"

"Danheng...World so high, let me show."

Danheng felt that this nightmare was one of the least distressing he had experienced in all these years.

Although Blade has become a songstress, she is still a bit better than the third generation of the fifth generation.

He had to admit that the 88.48 billion credit point auxiliary device was somewhat useful; at least it could turn a repeating machine into a disguised songstress.

"Um... this shouldn't be considered a nightmare... but it's not exactly beautiful either."

Danheng got up, intending to compose himself. Then he saw a message on his phone.

The Starry Sky Train Family —

March 7th: The Sleeping Dome in the Corridor.JPG

March 7th: Someone come here, but he's too heavy for me to move. And I can't wake him up either; I can't exactly kick him, can I?

March 7th: No way? It's already 8 o'clock, and you're still not awake?

Hua Wu: I'm awake, but I still feel warmer under the covers. After two minutes of careful consideration, I decide to sleep for another five minutes.

March 7th: ? Why don't you come out and drag Qiong back?

Hua Wu: Hey, I have a solution. Go to the kitchen and find some cooking oil, then put two drops into his nose.

Hua Wu: I guarantee he'll wake up very quickly.

March 7th: You have time to type, but no time to come out and help?

March 7th: ? Where are you? @HuaWu

March 7th: No way? Asleep?

Danheng: I'll do it.

Danheng pushed open the door and saw March 7th and a pair of legs in the corridor. He didn't know why, but he felt that the scene was strange.

He walked over and patted Qiong's face.

"It's no use, Danheng. I've tried, it's like a curse." March 7th said helplessly. She was almost ready to kick him, but he really couldn't be woken up.

Dan Heng actually had a way, but that method couldn't be used. That method required unleashing the Dragon King's true form and forcibly awakening Qiong using a common, outdated dream technique.

However, he had already severed ties with that past identity.

He grabbed Qiong's trench coat and dragged him onto the bed.

"He actually fell asleep in a place like this... Oh well, maybe it's just his hobby. We don't need to worry about it." Dan Heng closed the door and planned to go back to the think tank to look up information about Pinocchio.

On March 7th, they also went to the train hall.

"I've never seen these stars before. I took a picture; the new camera seems to capture them more clearly, but they don't feel as soulful as the ones taken with the old camera." She was taking photos with the collaboration camera, but she always felt that the photos lacked soul.

She looked stiff and lifeless, and she didn't know what kind of feeling it was; it was as if it were an instinct.

[Good evening, passengers! Our seven-day exploration journey has come to an end. The train is about to depart again from Yalilo VI. Please hold on tight and say goodbye to this planet one last time.]

"Goodbye, Yalilo." March 7th bid farewell to the brown planet, which had been white before she arrived.

On March 7th, he sat on the sofa, gazing at the distant Milky Way.

"Something's not right. Why is there no one in the train hall?" March 7th felt something was off. What was going on with this place being completely deserted?

"The flight route meeting was about to start, and I was the only one awake. Suddenly I felt like they were all so unreliable."

She walked to Danheng's room and knocked three times.

"Danheng, are you there? You didn't go back to sleep like Huawu, did you?"

"Hey?"

"I'm here. I have all the information about Pinocone." Dan Heng opened the door, holding a book in his hand.

"Is it time for a flight route meeting?" Dan Heng put the book back on the shelf and left the room.

"Okay, same as always," March 7th replied helplessly from outside the door.

......

Hua Wu's room ————

"Phew, as expected, this time it's Luofu. Huanlong... I'll expose you right from the start, let's see how you pretend. I want to see her get furious, and then... she won't explode along with Luofu, will she?"

Looking at the time on my phone, and then at the three unread messages, I saw a question mark icon.

"Question mark head? Delete all unfamiliar information, that's the only way to keep my 824 credit points in savings."

Normally, credits could be used freely at position P47, but Hua Wu felt that wasn't possible.

Without quantifiable figures, he felt insecure, so his requirement was simple. Every day he worked at the company, his balance would increase by 824 million, then multiply by 10. When it reached the 824th digit, the logistics department's financial management collapsed.

His balance also remained at 824.

"It's almost time. I'm really looking forward to your surprised expression, Huanlong..."

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and found himself on a sofa in the train. Looking around at the empty room, he wondered, "Something's not right. Where is everyone? This shouldn't be happening."

Hua Wu sensed the train and thought, "Dan Heng and San Yue are knocking on my door, Himeko is making coffee, Pam and Walter are in the kitchen, Hoshi is still sleeping, and Sora is also sleeping... That's great, the future of the train crew is bright."

Dan Heng and March 7th were already starting to have doubts, as the door to this room was completely unmoved.

"His nap is so deep? That doesn't seem right. Should we try a different approach?"

"I don't recommend using any method other than knocking on the door, because you don't know if he will activate that so-called true form on the train." The visual shock from a few days ago still makes Dan Heng's brain feel the pain of being elbowed.

"If that kind of thing were released on the train... I don't think the train could withstand it."

"He probably wouldn't do that, would he?"

"uncertain..."

......

Luofu

"Huanlong... your physical appearance... is very weak."

"That's for sure. How could a mere woman like me compare to a great general like you?"

"You think you can come up with such a stupid idea as making me pretend to be a righteous person? If it weren't for a voice telling me that the traitor's presence here, I would have turned this place into a pile of firewood for destruction long ago."

"This was clearly my mission, but I never expected that you, the swift and decisive general, would also steal what someone else loves..."

"Shut up! Did I give you the right to let this flame burn on its own? And that damned traitor, I will personally destroy him."

At that moment, a gentle breeze blew by...

"You didn't give her the right. And you didn't grant Carlo the right to destroy... You're not alone here. Foehn..."

Xingxiao held up an umbrella to shield herself from the sun.

(Kids, because I was elbowed by a force from outside the world, the setting of the Fiery Wind can't be changed. Just think of it as the protagonist turning him into a little purple wildcat.)

Chapter 48 Kafka: A great calamity is coming to Luofu. Hua Wu: A great feast is coming to Luofu?

"Shouldn't you...shouldn't you be wandering the world with that traitor?"

Xingxiao wanted to do that, but it was clear she couldn't; the difference in combat strength was absolute.

"Hmm, what a pity. He didn't take me with him. Sigh... I wanted to make a splash here, but I'm afraid he'll hate it."

foehn:?

Huanlong: ?

Huanlong wants to run away. One is a self-destructive, crazy man, and the other is a love-struck, crazy woman.

She felt that even if she didn't destroy Luofu, Luofu probably wouldn't last long.

If that guy from the "Beast Lover TV" who elbowed someone gets involved too...

She couldn't even imagine how Luofu would be blown to pieces.

Fenfeng was also bewildered; something was wrong, the language was off. He had a feeling that Xingxiao had already betrayed them, but without Nanuk's explicit statement... he dared not act rashly.

Xingxiao smiled as he looked at the two silent figures.

"What's wrong? You can't keep up the conversation? I'm glad you suspect me like that, but unfortunately I didn't do those things. I just came here to take a look, to see why you two are both here."

"Can't connect? I disdain talking to idiots, especially you, his little star~" Fenfeng's voice was like a sharp sword, its edge pointing directly at Xingxiao.

Xingxiao knew that if someone's tone suddenly became aggressive, it meant they had broken down. So, there was no need to pay attention to their verbal attacks or refute them; just keep attacking them.

"Hmm, commander without troops, thank you for the compliment. Unlike me, I only have 24 billion legion soldiers left."

It hardened. Fenfeng's fist hardened. He didn't have many hundred million to begin with, and he burned it all himself. The key is that these are all elites, all of them are Cataclysmic Vanguards.

But soon, Foehn found the loophole.

"24...You wouldn't destroy all the extra soldiers in your legion just to please him, would you?"

“You guessed right, that’s exactly what I did. What can you do about it? A lone commander—” Xingxiao didn’t know why, but she just wanted to tease this lone commander.

"You... Hmph... I hope you can smile even in front of his ashes." Fen Feng couldn't take it anymore; he just didn't understand. What had that traitor given Xing Xiao? If it weren't for Nanuk's backing, he would have already set that melodramatic couple on fire.

"Yes, I hope you can help me find him."

Xingxiao looked at Fenfeng, who had turned into smoke due to the breach in his defenses, and then at Huanlong in front of him.

"This body...is nice, but...I want to paint on it."

"Zi-"

A gust of wind tore open Huanlong's face, but the face was repaired in no time.

"It's no use. In order to put on this show... there's more than just destruction on this skin." Huanlong was still shaken. The previous few Great Lords of Annihilation were not normal people.