Chapter 318: The Formula for Reversing Time
"What is the formula for reversing time?"
"Well..."
Sanyueqi blinked his pale blue eyes and whispered, "Why is there so many riddles in Pinocchio? Even to reach a new time, one has to solve riddles."
I don’t know what’s going on with An Ming... Thinking of this, March Seven didn’t feel any sense of crisis. Even if she arrived, she couldn’t do anything anyway. Although that kind of thing kept replaying in the depths of her mind, it was as if there really was a succubus March Seven who was constantly tempting her to do that thing.
San Yueqi understood the principle, but she was still a little shy when it came to putting it into practice.
She was not a little baby like Xing who knew nothing, and she was not completely ignorant of that kind of thing. After all, An Ming must have been married to Fu Xuan.
Well, according to the information Xing had obtained, that happened hundreds of years ago.
San Yueqi was just a little distressed. Every late night she couldn't help but want to recall the past, but it was as if there was no difference from before and she couldn't remember anything.
Everyone has a past. For example, Uncle Yang once drove a Gundam towards the World Tree when he was young, and Jiko also took out the Skyfire to teach her last lesson. But she has nothing.
The end of my memories is frozen on the day I woke up from the train, and everything before that was blank.
San Yueqi would also feel scared. What if she really didn't have a past? What if all this was just her delusion?
She just wants to be loved.
The distressed Xiao Sanyue stared at her own reflection on the phone screen. Although she was suspected of being narcissistic, she could really be considered a beautiful girl... Although she was not a tsundere loli like Fu Xuan, nor was she as pure as the white moonlight like Liuying, nor was she a big star like the robin.
March 7th is just March 7th, an ordinary and unknown person.
I don’t have any big ideals. I just hope to regain my past memories and have another passionate love affair. These are all very simple things.
"So annoying."
"Why can't An Ming come and be my suitor!"
San Yueqi clasped his hands in front of his chest and muttered angrily. Coupled with the inexplicable rules of changing the time, God knows which dream girl An Ming is kissing right now.
I get even angrier when I think about this!
March Seven recalled the dream he had when he first arrived at Pinoconi. The reason why he was not discovered at that time was that everyone focused their attention on Xing and did not notice that March Seven also entered the dream due to his memory quality.
Apart from that, the dream was so fake and hypocritical that March 7th realized it in just a few seconds.
The content of the dream was so outrageous that on March 7th, he would never let anyone else know about it except himself.
——【Dream of March 7】
"March Queen, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Xuan, who was dressed in waiter's uniform, bowed respectfully and asked, his eyes full of respect, which made San Yueqi, who had not yet reacted, stunned.
She lowered her head and realized that she was sitting on the Starry Sky Train, except that the chair under her butt had turned into an extremely luxurious throne. Next to her was Fu Xuan, and there was also the bunny girl Ah Xing holding drinks and a fruit plate.
Damn it... How come I've never seen this guy's thing so big before! San Yueqi blinked his eyes, still a little confused. Could this be some kind of magical dream?
"Then...Xiao Xuanzi, please dance for me."
San Yueqi asked tentatively. At this moment, she had already prepared herself mentally for sacrifice. After all, under normal circumstances, her heart would have been pierced back and forth by the nameless sword three times by now.
It cannot be said that he is not dead, it can only be said that the body is cold.
"As ordered."
Fu Xuan actually started to perform the dance without any hesitation. This time it was March Seven's turn to have her brain freeze. As expected of her, her dreams were so meaningful.
That’s not right. What about An Ming? It’s impossible that he dreamed about Fu Xuan but not An Ming.
"Xing, where is An Mingren?"
"Your Highness, An Ming is still determined to pursue you. He has been kneeling outside the train for three days and three nights. He said he is willing to become a succubus for you."
Xing replied with a righteous look on his face: "Of course I rejected this guy's delusion on your behalf. After all, your licking dog can kneel from the train to the end of the world tree."
"An, An Ming is my bootlicker? Hehehe...there is such a good thing," San Yueqi was almost drooling, how could he have such a pleasant dream? Logically, the next thing should be a little more colorful.
In other words...is this the legendary erotic dream?!
San Yue Qi felt his cheeks burning as if they were about to burn, and whispered: "Then, bring him here..."
"Yes!"
Xing saluted immediately, then went outside the carriage and dragged An Ming in. When Sanyueqi looked closely, he saw An Ming in front of him, dressed in succubus clothes and even wearing cat ears.
"Hiss... So exciting?" San Yueqi's cheeks turned even redder. It turned out that her deepest thought was to want an An Ming like this. It was really too erotic.
"March 7! I love you!"
"I was wrong before, and I failed Her Royal Highness the Princess. Now I am willing to be Her Royal Highness's dog for the rest of my life!!!"
"Hey...Hey hey hey~"
San Yueqi wiped her saliva hurriedly and said, "Come on, come on and sit on it," and she patted her thigh. She didn't expect to dream about such a wonderful scene.
She couldn't wait to proceed to the plot where Fu Xuan would take the lead. At least in her dream, she could finally win once!
Wait... dream?
By the way, Teacher Dan Heng mentioned the peculiar memory quality in the Pinoconi star field. Could it be that... Forget it, let's have fun first! Sanyueqi doesn't care about that. It's a rare opportunity. I don't know when I will dream about it next time.
Hehehehe the succubus An Ming, she is here!!!
"Let me be healthy!"
San Yue Qi stretched out his hand to pull down his pants, but the next moment everything in front of him melted into bubbles, just like when you realize you are dreaming and quickly wake up.
The dream before my eyes completely collapsed at this moment.
The hand that San Yue Qi stretched out ended up catching only air. He opened his eyes with a sense of loss, and in a trance he seemed to see failure again and again.
She could never catch him, no matter what time it was.
"March?"
An Ming, who was standing by, looked at San Yue Qi, whose forehead was covered with sweat, and asked with concern, "Did you get hit during the war?"
"No, no, I'm not that fragile."
San Yueqi's cheeks were flushed, and she was a little afraid to look directly into An Ming's eyes.
But at this moment she also understood something.
There is no formula to reverse time in this world, if you have to choose one.
That is to cherish the present.
With him every moment.