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Qiong shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the lingering intoxication out of her mind.
then.
The scene before him stunned him; his expression was subtle, but a joyful smile played on his lips.
Although March 7th's alcohol tolerance wasn't as high as she boasted, as an anonymous drinker, her tolerance was still quite good, probably at a medium level.
But she was lucky.
I won a bottle with a fairly high concentration.
Who are you?
March 7th stared blankly at the two girls in front of her who looked exactly like her, her eyes glazed over.
One of them, March 7th, stood with her hands on her hips, looking calm and wise—at least that's how she saw herself.
“I understand the current situation. This secret brew has awakened the hidden wisdom within me. Therefore, I am the superego of March 7th.”
“Normally, March 7th wouldn’t understand the current situation so quickly, but since you said so, we’re willing to believe in ourselves. We should be the id, ego, and superego respectively.”
Another person sat cross-legged on the couch on the seventh day of the third month.
"what?"
On March 7th, I was scratching my head in confusion.
"So, between her and me, who is the id, and who is the ego?"
She believed it without hesitation.
The three March 7th individuals engaged in a heated and chaotic debate on profound philosophical questions such as "Who is the ego?", "What does the id represent?", and "What is the superego?".
Qiong watched with great interest, her lips curving upwards in a wide smile.
He thoughtfully picked up the ice-blue camera that March 7th had placed aside and snapped several photos of this wondrous sight.
He named the photo "The Three-Part Controversy of the Drunken Ah-Qi," presumably hoping to sell it to Xingbao for a high price later.
But there is a small problem.
Qiong frowned slightly, staring at the frozen image on the ice-blue camera screen, which showed the two March 7s discussing something.
Move the camera away.
Two March 7ths are still talking in front of me.
what's the situation?
Am I really drunk?
Was he not fully awake just now?
Qiong blinked, looked at the two March 7th dates, and fell into deep thought.
He glanced at Xiaodie.
Well, the girl was very restrained, and with Xia Die's good luck, she got a low-alcohol blind box of Secret Brew.
She was only sipping her drink, her cheeks flushed with a slight intoxication, and her eyes were still relatively clear.
Noticing Qiong's probing gaze, Xia Die's snow-white cheeks flushed instantly, and she shyly lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
Qiong then turned her gaze to the Tirispius.
He had barely turned his head when two soft, fragrant bodies rushed into his arms.
"Qiong~ How come you turned into so many?"
A sweet, slightly drunken voice rang out.
The two of them tightly embraced Qiong's arms on either side, their snow-white, soft breasts completely enveloping his arms without leaving any gaps.
"Hehehe...this isn't bad at all!"
Ti Xiao pressed her burning cheek against Qiong's shoulder, giggling.
Those once pure and holy azure eyes, like those of a hymn, were now shimmering with a captivating light that was both innocent and aggressive, as if it could instantly ignite a man's primal instincts.
Like a pure succubus.
"That way 'we' can... each have our own dome!"
"Come on~ Don't just sit there, keep drinking~"
Tian almost completely collapsed onto Qiong, his eyes glazed with drunkenness as he raised his half-finished bottle of secret brew and brought it to Qiong's lips.
"This is cheating... Ugh!"
Qiong tried to protest, but before she could finish speaking, Tixiao snatched the wine bottle from Tian's hand and took a big gulp herself.
Then, without saying a word, he cupped Qiong's face in his hands and kissed her, his breath sweet with the scent of wine and fruit.
Her warm, moist lips sealed his mouth, and the secret brew, carrying a slightly intoxicating warmth, was poured into his mouth.
This time the taste was completely different, as if it was mixed with sweet fruit pulp, with a soft texture and a few seeds, reminding one of the feeling of standing under the shower and munching on fruit.
Because the five senses of the Tirispians are interconnected, all the pure and elegant faces of the Tirispians were instantly covered with a delicate and luscious blush, as if ignited by the sunset.
The holy maidens were collectively overcome with an indescribable sense of shyness and excitement.
Qiong savored the texture of the fruit in her mouth, her expression subtle.
Seriously, ladies?
Your alcohol tolerance is really low!
The saintess of Janusapolis, so inferior?
This secret brew has a very low alcohol content, so low that it's impossible for an average person to get drunk.
Qiong thought to herself, but quickly noticed something was wrong.
Firstly, it's because Tirispius himself had a poor alcohol tolerance.
Secondly, their essence is unique, their five senses are interconnected, and they are different from the firmament.
While one of Qiong's bodies is under the influence of alcohol, the minds of his other bodies can keep him mentally alert even when he is drunk.
But the Tirispians infected each other.
They were only slightly drunk at first, but after the alcohol flared up, they became completely intoxicated.
"Tixiao, you can't run away."
Enjoying the kiss that made her weak all over from the shared senses, Tian, whose face was also flushed, was not happy about it.
She tried to push Tixiao away, who was still clinging to Qiong.
“We are together! We must share…”
The other Tirispius, including Titi, were all affected by the emotions of Tiian and Tishy.
They rose from their beds, some staggering unsteadily towards the sky, others crawling toward it with expressions of curiosity and a certain bewildered longing...
They're like a pack of big bad wolves trying to devour a little lamb.
Xia Die, who remained lucid, watched this scene with a sense of helplessness.
She wanted to stop Tirispius, but she couldn't touch her.
"Miss March 7th, Miss March 7th!"
In desperation, Xia Die could only call out to her companion, whom only Qiong could see, hoping that the other party could stop the situation from getting out of control.
On the other side, March 7th was still having a discussion and reflection with himself.
“Listen! ‘Id,’ ‘ego,’ ‘superego’ are just labels. They don’t mean I am really the ‘id,’ you understand? Otherwise, we’d have to call March 7th the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, which would be too stupid.”
"After calming down and thinking about it, it doesn't seem like it would be bad if we named our Ren people Sanyuebao, Sanyuean, and Sanyuening respectively."
Just then, the March 7th children heard the cries of the Butterfly and instinctively turned their heads to look.
My gaze cut through the noise and settled on the center of the long couch.
They saw the dome being passionately kissed by the Tirispians.
They also saw other Tirispius women gathering around them with bewildered yet dangerous expressions.
In that instant, March 7's pupils, which had been dilated due to drunkenness, suddenly contracted into a pair of pinpoints and trembled.
next second.
boom!
A dark red mist, like the essence of memory, spread out, like a curtain of night descending.
PS:
Volume 1: Chapter 815 March 7th, Long Night Moon
"Your Mightiness!"
The first to react to the sudden turn of events was Xia Die, who was sitting on the couch.
The moment she sensed the unusual fluctuation, she stood up abruptly.
The dark red mist that suddenly descended like a curtain of night carried a chilling and stagnant feeling.
Xia Die felt her eyelids become unusually heavy, and the scene in her vision blurred rapidly, like an oil painting soaked in water.
An overwhelming feeling of exhaustion swept over my entire body.
Before she could even react, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
Lost consciousness.
"Qiong~"
Ti Xiao sat on Qiong's body in a duck-like posture, water droplets rolling down her lips, trailing ambiguous silver threads along the edges of the fiery mulberry-colored lip gloss.
Even the usually dignified and elegant Titi was affected by her poor alcohol tolerance and the random effects of Fagina's secret brew.
As Ti Rong said before.
The will of the Titans lies hidden in the depths of intoxication, sometimes calming like an abyss, sometimes surging like a tide, sometimes wise like a star, sometimes reckless like fire, and can even drive mortal bodies to accomplish the incredible.
Translate into human language.
It was so intoxicating to drink it all in one gulp.
It directly drove a person's mind into a state of chaos.
As the saying goes.
When your will is restrained by the reins of restraint and reason, Fagina's divine power will lead you to break free!
Tirispius, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, had no idea where her strength came from.
He forcefully shook off each of the other "selves" that were competing with him, and forcibly teleported those he couldn't shake off using the Hundred Realms Gate.
Then.
Having broken through the encirclement, Tirispius, like a soft, boneless lump of mud, lay sprawled on Qiong's body, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
"Our... journey to chase the fire..."
Her fiery red hair, cascading like a waterfall, was adorned with mulberry petals, and her eyes, once as clear as the Aegean Sea, were now replaced by a misty haze.
"Titi... um."
With the secret brew that Ti Xiao had fed her still in her mouth, Qiong's speech was indistinct. Just as she was about to speak, she was once again silenced by identical lips.
"Chasing the fire..."
With increasingly rapid breathing, the drunken Tirispius displayed a side of herself never before seen.
His eyes shimmered, churning with heat, longing, shame, and an almost uncontrollable throbbing.
Even in this state, are you still thinking about chasing fire?
Then you really want to chase fire.