Chapter 326 Fireworks: What the hell?

Chapter 326 Fireworks: What the hell?

"I like the oak roll cake here the most, but the taste... although it is much better than it was back then, it is not as good."

Liuying frowned slightly in a cute way, and the words she said were a little contradictory.

But An Ming understood what she wanted to say, "Originally, oak cake was food for the poor, and this is just a restoration of the suffering in the past."

"Of course, the oak cake is the best when eaten with Yingbao."

An Ming couldn't help but recall those sweet nights. Although the cake was bitter, it inexplicably turned sweet after swallowing it.

At that time, they had each other, and it didn't matter if they were not rich enough, as long as they could sleep in each other's arms every night.

Liuying is not the only one missing the past. An Ming feels the same way. However, they both understand that as long as they move forward hand in hand, they can create more happiness.

There is certainly nothing wrong with reminiscing, but the important thing is not to dwell on the past, but to hold your head up and keep moving forward.

Liuying couldn’t do it in the past because she had lost her most important lover. Even if she went forward alone, An Ming would not be waiting for her at the end.

But now it’s different. She can move forward hand in hand with An Ming, and she will not be afraid no matter how unknown the future is.

This is what Kafka was talking about—the one who gets the answers.

Liuying's strength is not entirely physical, but more of a spiritual indestructibility. As long as An Ming is still there, she will never collapse.

"What if An Ming died in front of Liuying?"

Silver Wolf once proposed the possibility of the above theory, but she herself knew that it was indeed unlikely. It was equivalent to replaying the game save file 0.001 million times to get the golden legendary weapon with a drop rate of only .

Kafka said in a meaningful tone: "The whole world will suffer." Even she didn't want to guess the consequences of doing so.

That is a terrifying crisis no less than detonating a nuclear bomb that destroys the entire universe with one's own hands. I guess no one can do such a thing.

Kafka glanced at the black cat lying lazily on the sofa not far away. That look made the cat tremble all over and its tail stood up.

"Oh yeah, Elio didn't mention this aspect of the script either?"

Silver Wolf also focused his attention on Black Cat, "Come to think of it, your script efficiency has been getting slower and slower since Liuying and Anming left."

Elio's cat mouth twitched slightly. How could he be blamed for this? It was that guy who tore up the script much faster than he could write it. He might as well just give up and not write it. In the end, An Ming would have to start all over again anyway.

Is there really any meaning for scripts to exist? They exist just to be overthrown, right?

Lao Ai lay on the sofa in a shabby state, revealing his snow-white belly. Annoyance was written all over his face. He was tired and wanted to take a rest.

It’s really not easy to write a script these days. It’s better to sleep in a cat’s bed!

"Delicious! This one is delicious, and that one is delicious too! I want to eat it!"

While Anming and Liuying were showing their affection, Xinghua turned his grief and anger into appetite and gorged on all kinds of Pinocchio specialties, with the main purpose of enjoying the meal.

March 7th went back to take a look at the prices. Pinocchio is indeed a dream world. One look at the prices woke me up from my dream.

Just like the Pulse at the foot of the mountain costs six yuan, while the one at the top becomes sixteen yuan, things in scenic spots, especially those with the word "special" in them, become extremely expensive.

Sanyueqi looked at Liuying's cute little action of confirming the amount in her purse and knew one very simple thing - Ms. Samuel was bankrupt.

And it's the complete one.

She is worthy of being a star. She is always able to learn things on her own in a place like this. She doesn't feel sorry for the credit points of the beautiful girl!

Sigma women only bow down for credit points. Beauty has nothing to do with them. As long as they can get the delicious food for free, they will consider it a success.

"Woo..."

Liuying unzipped the small purse, pulling it open and closed, as if to confirm whether there was an error in the way it was opened. "No."

Clean and tidy, not a penny left.

Thinking of this, Liuying felt a little numb. She could only wait until she left Pinoconi and went to the company to earn some credit points, at least enough credit points to recharge her phone bill... so that she could continue chatting with An Ming.

"Credit points arrived—points."

"Eh?"

Liuying stared blankly at the transaction information that popped up on her phone. A large amount of credit points was directly deposited into her account, filling it up.

The other party showed that he was a permanent black card VIP customer of Interstellar Peace Company, which was why he was able to transfer so many credit points directly.

"Stupid Yingbao, what's mine is yours."

An Ming looked indifferent. He earned credit points to make them happy, otherwise they would have no value.

Liuying pursed her lips. This number could be an integer of 100 million, or it could be a meaningful 1314 million, but it couldn't be a point.

This means that An Ming transferred the entire balance of the account to Liuying, leaving nothing for himself.

"An Ming..." Liu Ying hugged him tightly and whispered, "You don't need so many credit points to support me."

If it's An Ming, it wouldn't matter even if it's 1%, and I could even get a loan from her.

Sanyueqi, who was just about to comfort Liuying, was stuck on the spot, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and he was eating a mouthful of dog food in front of her again.

Well, now I don’t even need to eat the cake, I’m almost dying of stuffiness.

Sanyueqi began to doubt his purpose of being here. Was he just here to be a beautiful girl light bulb?

“March, come and try it, this pizza is truly the most delicious thing on earth!” Xing was sitting on a bench on the street, enjoying the delicious food. He was so happy.

"Eating doesn't make me gain weight. If I miss this great opportunity, I'll miss it."

It was Xing's second sentence that made Sanyueqi come to his senses. It seemed that what he said made sense. Eating in a dream was of course the same as dreaming.

It’s really a good way to maintain your figure. No wonder there are so many handsome men and beautiful women in Pinocchio. After all, I usually eat enough in my dreams.

As long as she eats fast enough, the dog food next to her can't keep up with her stomach.

In a nearby trash can, Lady Hanabi gritted her teeth, "Are you really just here for tourism? This is not an unknown guest at all!"

This was totally different from what she had imagined. Shouldn't the main plot of the Nameless Guests be to seal the star core? Why did she only see these few people having a buffet here?

"Yes, do you want me to help you urge them?"

"You really do have a good heart then... huh?!"

Hanabi almost said "Fuck" but she didn't know when a pair of amethyst eyes appeared in the trash can next to her.