Chapter 1142: Chapter 77: The Illusory Song of the Cyber Ghost (Part 7) (Revised)
“I-I-I…” Qiluo pointed at the black-haired girl, stamring.
“I-I-I…” The black-haired girl instinctively clung to Gongsun Ce’s arm, mimicking Qiluo’s usual behavior, “Gongsun Ce, I’ve figured it out…”
Qiluo, furious, reached to pull the black-haired girl away: “You’re not allowed to hug him, he’s my boyfriend!”
“What’s wrong with hugging my boyfriend?” The black-haired girl was unsparing, “Gongsun Ce, I want a kiss~”
“I said no… ah!”
With a thud! The flustered Qiluo slipped, and Gongsun Ce caught her by reflex. The three adults packed the bathtub, leaving no room for water to escape. Gongsun Ce couldn’t hold it anymore and hamred the edge of the tub, bursting into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Qiluo said angrily.
“It wasn’t until today that I realized that being a doppelgänger is such a… fascinating ability.” Gongsun Ce laughed and shook his head, “Hurry and confirm it, who are you?”
“I’m Qiluo.” Both girls answered simultaneously. They turned to look at each other, emphasizing in the sa tone, “I’m Xingli! I’m Qi Jingxuan!!”
Gongsun Ce realized he asked the wrong question, so he quickly rephrased: “Who’s the original, and who’s the doppelgänger?”
Qiluo imdiately pointed to herself: “I’m the original.” The black-haired girl said naturally, “I’m the doppelgänger ~”
After saying this, the original Qiluo’s mouth slowly fell open, and at that mont, she fully realized the truth. Gongsun Ce sumd it up for her: “Consistent mory, clear priorities, no self-awareness confusion, no personality split, no mistaking subject and object, and definitely not creating another person… doesn’t that just an you’re the original, your original self, Miss Qi Jingxuan?”
The doppelgänger Qiluo touched her face, her tone especially complicated: “I really am myself, huh…”
The original Qiluo suddenly pointed beyond the bathroom door: “Turn the hair pink!”
A couple of seconds later, Shiyu Ling’s angry shout ca from the direction of the living room: “Hey, what’s with you and your crazy antics!”
“Hahahahaha!”
Both Qiluo hamred Gongsun Ce’s chest, laughing like lunatics, laughing until they were out of breath, laughing until tears stread down their faces. In the end, the laughter quieted to the point of being inaudible, like a low sob. They clung to Gongsun Ce’s arm, weakly sobbing, fragile and delicate as common garden daylilies.
“It’s okay now, Qiluo.” Gongsun Ce gently reassured, “You’ve always been yourself, change back now.”
“I don’t dare, Gongsun Ce.” Qiluo’s tears dripped into the water, dispersing her reflection, “I’m afraid the ability… I’m afraid that what disappears is myself…”
“I’m watching over you.” Gongsun Ce patted her shoulder, “Go back.”
Qiluo took a few deep breaths and reached out to her black-haired self. The doppelgänger’s body shattered, turning into a beam of pink light, rging into Qiluo’s original form.
During this brief mont, the doppelgänger’s experiences and mories flowed back into her original self, just like every previous experience using the ability. Qiluo suddenly lost her strength, clinging close to Gongsun Ce, trembling non-stop. She had just escaped from the abyss of fear, yet she could still feel that chilling sensation deep in her bones.
Qiluo suddenly rembered sothing, nervously pointing outside the bathroom. Monts later, a couch pillow plumted from the sky, landing on her head along with Qin Qianbai’s annoyed voice: “Qiluo!”
“What did you do?”
“I made everyone’s hair turn colorful.”
She hugged the pillow, giggling foolishly. Her body had completely solidified, as fragrant, soft, and tangible as usual, carrying the warmth of humanity.
“I really am… Qi Jingxuan…”
Qiluo laughed foolishly as her appearance suddenly changed. Her hair turned as black as the night sky, and her exaggerated figure beca slender and graceful. Those clear eyes reminded Gongsun Ce of the gentle beauty of traditional Chinese paintings, standing quietly in a corner of a scroll, overpowering even waterfalls and rivers.
“Qiluo…” Gongsun Ce stamred inexplicably, “You…”
“I seem to be able to change?” Qiluo said in surprise, touching her own body, “Gongsun Ce, can you see it?”
“I can see it, I… can you get dressed first?”
Gongsun Ce subconsciously closed his eyes. He completely understood at this mont why Xingli could be so popular. So things can’t be felt through a screen; watching on TV made her look like a sowhat beautiful female star. Only when eting in reality does one realize what is called otherworldly, what is called transcendent beauty.
In the eyes of admirers, she might not be much different from a Heavenly Maiden, right? Even for him, his silly, sweet girl suddenly turning into this, it’s hard to handle. Let alone lust, even approaching felt like tarnishing sothing beautiful. Gongsun Ce, with all his heart, was thinking of getting her out first when suddenly he felt a soft elasticity press against him, and a woman’s breath breezed past his ear.
“Naughty, Gongsun Ce, you’re such a perv~”
The beautiful fantasy instantly splintered, and the Heavenly Maiden in that painting squatted to play gas and watch ani. Gongsun Ce opened his eyes, pinching her cheek: “Can you keep up your image, Miss Qi?”
“No way, I’m just a pervy gloomy hobody girl.” The Heavenly Maiden made a face at him, “It seems I can freely shift appearance now… Is it okay if I use my original appearance for a few days?”
“Alright, alright, you can look however you want.”
Qiluo gracefully rose and stepped out of the bathtub, water droplets slipping off her well-proportioned calves, like a beauty erging from the bath in a painting. She picked up her dried clothes, about to get dressed, and then turned back with a wry face.
“Gongsun Ce, I can’t fit into these clothes…”
To the current Qiluo, her previous clothes seed like a sack. Gongsun Ce wiped his face and used telekinesis to grab his own T-shirt.
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