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This task is just a matter of moving a finger for Haitu!

"However, even if I find out who's behind this, I still can't change that clerk named Wen something, can I?"

Simply finding a beautiful fox spirit won't solve the customer's needs.

"Hey, leave that to me, it's no big deal."

Qiong waved his hand casually.

PS:

Chapter 433 The little rabbit was manipulated by Miss Seele!

While Haha Rabbit and Sky Rabbit Bear were conspiring to find a rich woman to support them, the others were also testing the properties of the synthetic pen.

After personal observation, experimentation, and judgment by Himeko, an undisputed professional in the coffee field, it was determined that the 'ink' of the synthetic fountain pen actually contains coffee components.

Or rather, it was coffee, and it tasted pretty good.

The amount of ink that can be squeezed out of the pen far exceeds the capacity of the pen's bladder. It takes the equivalent of ten cups of coffee ink to squeeze out before the pen dries up. After being infused with life energy, it will slowly recover over time.

In the hands of a destiny-seeker, this little gadget is like a fountain pen with an unlimited supply of ink.

Finally, the writing produced by synthetic pens is very difficult to erase. Even the best cleaners for the yard or makeup removers for girls and ladies can hardly remove the ink marks, as if they have completely penetrated into the particles that make up the substance.

As for how the final trait was discovered?

"Waaaaah!"

On March 7th, her fair cheeks were smudged with ink, and a small black turtle lay crookedly on its shell, its shell marked with a grid pattern drawn by stars.

Her face flushed crimson, her delicate white hands gripping Xing's neck, leaving half her body dangling from the sofa, arched against the back of the chair.

"It's all your fault! Now it can't be wiped off! What are we going to do!"

"I already made you draw it back."

Xing, whose face was painted with little pigs, argued her case forcefully.

"Who wants to draw you? I want you to erase this!"

March 7th grabbed Xing's collar and shook her wildly.

"Um, I didn't know it couldn't be wiped off."

The Star Core Spirit spoke weakly, sending pleading glances to Old Yang, Ji Zi, and Dan Heng.

She saw how fair and delicate Ah Qi's face was, and her hand holding the pen automatically rose up. By the time she realized it, the little turtle was already drawn.

"I do not care!"

"If you don't wipe the paint off my face today, hehe..."

In that instant, March 7th in Xingyan's eyes became a dark silhouette, his hair fluttering without wind, like a fierce ghost baring its fangs.

Ji Zi and Lao Yang naturally wouldn't participate, since it was Xing who started the prank, while Dan Heng took out his phone and took two photos.

I don't know when that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes started going astray!

"Ah Qi, calm down, calm down!"

I apologize!

"Hmph, if apologies were enough, what would be the point of having the Cloud Cavalry?"

With his survival instinct raging, Xing, like a taut bowstring, cried out to the heavens, "At the pinnacle of art, I reign supreme! As long as I, Xing, exist, so shall the heavens! Qiong, save me!"

"Pfft~!"

Seeing the turtle and pig patterns on their faces, from Qiong's angle, even the angry March 7th looked adorable with the cute little turtle, and Qiong couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha~!"

"Little Turtle Ah Qi and Little Pig Ah Xing! You two are such a perfect match!"

The undisguised laughter grew louder and louder, the dark tortoise on March 7's right cheek tightened, and the pink pig pattern on Xing's left cheek twitched.

The moment their blue-pink and fiery gold eyes met in mid-air, their movements gradually subsided, their pretty faces expressionless.

On March 7th, Xing released Xing, but Xing did not run away. Instead, she stood side by side with March 7th, locking her gaze onto Qiong with a silent yet sharp look.

What are you two trying to do?

Qiong instantly sensed something was wrong, and with quick reflexes, she grabbed the Haunted Rabbit and shielded it in front of her.

Xing and March 7 exchanged a glance: "If everyone has patterns drawn on their faces, it's the same as no one having any!"

Before he finished speaking, Xing grabbed a coffee-stained pen and dashed out, giving March 7 a tactical hand signal.

"Seven, block their movement!"

The tacit understanding forged in a pillow fight was instantly grasped in March 7th; with a wave of the hand, six icicles rose out of thin air, freezing the door shut.

Miss Hataku, who was being held in front of Qiong as a shield, saw Xing rushing over, widened her gray eyes, and raised her small hand in a French military salute:

"Wait! I'm innocent!"

"Heh heh heh heh! Innocent?"

Her exquisite gray hair was whipped into an arrogant arc, and Hoshino's stunningly beautiful features suddenly contorted, producing a standard facial expression from Jonouchi.

"Pfft! Cough!"

That expression, combined with the ink painting of the little pig, made Hai Tu burst out laughing.

"Who claims innocence? Who dares to say they are without responsibility? They are nowhere to be found in the twilight of the times."

With a coffee-colored fountain pen pointing to the sky, Xing, dressed as an ancient swordsman, speaks slowly and deliberately, her voice sharp and full of a sense of vicissitude, as if an emperor has walked out from the distant past.

"Besides, you laughed, so you're not innocent now!"

The distance, which was not long to begin with, was covered in just over a second by Xing, who sprinted at full speed.

The laughing rabbit, who was almost losing its strength, was caught by Xing, who raised a pen and approached, the pen tip 'swish swish' drawing a simple rabbit on the child's cheek.

"Depend on!"

The swearing Hare was thrown out, and Xing, holding coffee shavings, approached the cornered Qiong with a smile.

With her physical constitution at an absolute disadvantage, unless the pleasure in bed is multiplied several times over to put Xing Shensi in a daze, Qiong will be completely defeated in close combat.

"Are you sure you want to do it? I have a way to erase the ink."

Qiong remained calm and crossed her arms.

Holding the coffee-colored fountain pen, Xing froze as the pen tip touched Qiong's cheek. Her eyes, which had been filled with disdain and a wicked smile, instantly curved into crescent moons. The pen was swiftly slipped into her skirt pocket, and Xing hooked her arm around Qiong's shoulder.

"Hey, why didn't you say so sooner if you had a way to wipe it off?"

"Really, can it really be wiped off? My little turtle on my face."

Xing's attack triggered March 7's passive skill, activating the skill "Beautiful Girl's Privilege" for an additional attack. She tiptoed over and hugged Qiong's arm.

"Sister Ji and Uncle Yang tried many methods but couldn't wipe it off."

"The ink in this pen is strange; it has a kind of inexplicable 'firmness.' I might want to look into it sometime."

Himeko chuckled softly.

On the space station, I could write at least a hundred papers.

"It's actually very simple. Didn't Sister Himeko say that its essence is coffee? Well—"

Qiong smiled, stuck out her tongue, and before March 7 could react, licked the turtle mark on her face twice.

When the warmth left her cheeks, March 7th finally realized what was happening, and a flush spread down her neck and onto her pretty face.

"You, you, you, you—!"

Before you were even finished, on March 7th, I saw Xingwei across the street widen her eyes slightly, her surprised little expression was so cute!

"It's fallen, it's fallen!"

"Eh?"

She wiped away the drool left by Qiong, took out her small mirror and looked at herself. Sure enough, the ink stains on the little turtle were gone.

"It really fell... Yay!"

While cheering and jumping for joy, March 7th playfully punched Qiong's shoulder with her little fists, but the force was as soft as touching cotton candy: "Couldn't you have told me beforehand!"

With everyone watching, Sora licked her cheek... So embarrassing!

"Since it's essentially coffee, can it be 'drunk'?"

Walter seemed to be deep in thought.

"And why didn't you say so from the beginning?"

On the seventh day of the third month, with hands on hips and eyebrows raised in a questioning tone.

"I only thought of that now because of Xing's pressure."

Qiong shrugged, pinched and kneaded March 7's cheeks with both hands, but was slapped away the next second.

"You're a really bad guy, I don't believe you for a second!"

March 7th gave Qiong a reproachful glare.

"Qiongzai, wipe me clean first."

Xing shook Qiong's collar and pressed her pretty face, which was printed with a little black pig, against hers. Unlike March 7th, she showed no shyness whatsoever.

"Call Dad."

"Dad~ Dad~!"

With a affected, pretentious voice, Qiong stuck out her tongue and pretended to be disgusted, while also wiping the coffee ink off Xing's face.

"The essence of the star core is born between heaven and earth; how can it remain subservient to humans for long?!"

After Qiong helped her 'wipe' the pig off, Xing unsurprisingly turned hostile and pulled out a coffee-colored pen to draw on Qiong's face.

"Ha, I knew all along that you had rebellious intentions."

Qiong used March 7th as a new shield and started a two-person comedy act with Xing.

Whether it's licking away coffee ink stains with its tongue or turning its face faster than flipping through a book, both left the horrified rabbit staring in the mirror at the ink-stained rabbit on its face.

"What about me? What about me, the innocent victim caught in the crossfire!?"

Miss Hatbite has an urge to transform into a Zaunite person!

I have no idea what this coffee ink is.

She previously tried using EtherEdit to correct the marks on her face, which worked, but it was extremely slow!

Does that mean I should also let Qiong rub my tongue?

I have no objection.

Brownie, as the body's owner, spoke up at the opportune moment.

"..."

She has a problem with it!

What's the difference between this and being kissed?

If she absolutely had to choose a boy to kiss, otherwise the stain would never be erased, then Miss Hatome would probably choose Sora, and could only choose Sora.

But if everyone is available, of course we should ask Seele for help!

Ink is essentially saliva, or it can be used to make someone 'drink' coffee.

This might be an opportunity.

Well done! And Sensei too!

This was a huge help!

Unconsciously tugging at the sleeve of his jacket, Hare glanced at Seele's fair and adorable face, swallowed slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Um, Seele... could you... could you help me wipe the ink off my face?"