I cosplayed as the battle-damaged Azure Sparrow and got caught by the Immortal Boat!

Chapter 62 The Frozen Adventure

Xing glanced around at everyone in the carriage, adjusted his posture on the sofa, and prepared to undergo a jump.

Train conductor Pam's announcement came on just in time:

"Feed—feed—everyone please return to your seats. The leap is about to begin, please get ready!"

March 7th had already assumed a slightly squatting horse stance on the side.

She clenched her fists and whispered firmly to herself, "I won't fall, I won't fall... I definitely won't fall this time!"

On the other side, Qingyuan appeared remarkably calm and composed. She even hummed a little tune she had made up, and lightly twirled around in place:

Spinning around and around and around and around!

Let's see who gets dizzy during a warp drive!

「5——4——3——2——1！」

The familiar feeling of weightlessness and spatial tension instantly enveloped everyone.

After the shockwave from the end of the jump subsided, March 7th, who clearly felt that he was about to lose his balance and make intimate contact with the floor again, did not experience the expected pain for a long time.

"Could it be...could it be that I succeeded this time?!" She was overjoyed and cautiously opened her eyes.

What came into view was Qing Yuan's enlarged, smiling face. Qing Yuan was lying on her side on the sofa, casually propping her head up with one hand.

With her other hand, she firmly wrapped her arms around March 7's legs, keeping her suspended just centimeters off the floor.

Qingyuan blinked, her smile radiant:

"Hi~ Do you need landing service?"

"Whoa—!" March 7th was startled by the close-up "surprise," frantically struggling to stand up. "Qingyuan, you're a little scary!"

"What?" Qingyuan sat up, spreading her hands innocently. "I was just trying to catch you because I was afraid you would fall and get hurt."

"Well... first of all, thank you for your kindness," March 7th said, standing firm and pointing speechlessly to Qingyuan's hand still resting on her leg, "but secondly, could you please remove your hand from my leg?"

She always felt that Qingyuan had been "marinated" by the fate of "breeding," and that her desire for physical contact was too strong.

……

Yalilo-VI, Snowfield.

Before setting off, Qingyuan was repeatedly told by Himeko and Welt to "not take action unless absolutely necessary" and "to observe as discreetly as possible."

She readily agreed, and then... chose to secretly follow Xing, Sanyueqi, and Danheng.

Of course, knowing the "plot" so well, it would be too boring for her to participate in it again.

"I need to find something to have fun..." She touched her chin, a sudden inspiration striking her.

He pulled out a blank mask, its color almost completely faded and its edges worn.

Based on this, the power of "memory" flows out, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, it covers her with a completely new illusion.

This disguise might fool ordinary people, but to true experts... she didn't expect to be able to completely deceive them.

Sure enough, just as I reached a certain intersection, a mocking voice rang out from the side:

"Hey! Isn't that fireworks?"

What wind blew you from Pinocchio to this freezing place? Aren't you busy preparing for your 'good show' there?

Sambo emerged from the shadows, a familiar, enigmatic smile on his face.

Fireworks turned around at the sound, shook its head at Sambo, deliberately lowered its voice, and responded in an exaggerated theatrical tone: "You've mistaken me for someone else, friend."

I am not Hanabi, I am Hanabi's half-brother, whom she has never met but has long admired in spirit—"Hikaru"!

Sambo scratched his head, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face: "Spark? Dude, I do know someone named Spark, but... they don't look like you. You wouldn't happen to be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the light and shadow on the "spark" in front of him ripple like water.

The outfit instantly changed style, and at the same time, the "hair" changed from its original color to a striking white.

"You mean..." Spark flicked a strand of white hair from her forehead, her tone becoming light and mischievous, "...this look?"

Sambo swallowed back the words that were about to come out. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only helplessly spread his hands.

He smiled wryly and said, "Sister, it's not that I don't want to play this role-playing game with you... but you can use that drone hanging above your head to project a transformation."

Isn't that underestimating us "Masked Fools" too much?

He even began to wonder if this was really Hanabi playing some kind of joke.

"What?!" Upon hearing this, "Spark" took a half-step back in shock, pointing to the sky. "This...this is a stealth drone that I meticulously modified in a full 0.3 seconds! How could you see through it?!"

"The projection itself is indeed exquisite and flawless; my meager skills are simply insufficient to see through it."

Sambo pointed upwards with a sincere expression, "But sister... that drone, it didn't have optical camouflage on at all."

It's so big, it's buzzing and floating right above your head.

"Is this for real?!" Spark was struck dumb, frozen in place.

A series of melancholic yet comical background music played from the drone.

After a long while, "she" sighed softly, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes. Her voice was filled with longing and sorrow:

"Actually... to be honest, I have admired the carefree and unrestrained spirit of the 'Masked Fool' since I was a child, and regarded it as a guiding light in my life."

Now that I've finally encountered a true fool in this vast snowy plain, could you please... introduce me to the 'Tavern'?

Sambo's face was filled with embarrassment, as if he couldn't take on this role. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Well... I'm afraid that's really not an option right now. The tavern has its own rules for hiring new staff, and I can't break them, can I?"

"Oh well."

Disappointed, "Spark" put away the handkerchief, then suddenly stepped forward, put her hand on Sambo's shoulder, and her eyes became deep.

"Well then, Sambo, for the sake of us both having fun... could you lend me your life for a while to 'experience'?"

"This...this probably won't work either, sister!"

Sambo felt his hair stand on end and tried to move his shoulder away. "If I could lend it to you, I, Sambo, would lend it to you without hesitation, but this is really..."

The "performative sorrow" on Qingyuan's (fake Spark) face vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of impatience.

She deftly pulled out the almost completely faded mask from her bosom, which exuded a strange emptiness and a mixture of pleasure and nothingness.

"Hey? Wait! Sister, what are you doing?!" Sangbo sensed something was wrong and turned to run away.

But Qingyuan had already made her move—no special skills involved, just sheer force and overwhelming power.

She grabbed Sambo and, without saying a word, shoved the old mask onto his face.

"Hmm?! (You have a mask, and you still can't find a tavern?)"

The mask seemed to come alive and fit perfectly, and Sambo suddenly transformed into a snowman.

Then, Qingyuan snapped her fingers, and the conspicuous drone above her head finally obediently entered stealth mode.

The projection on her body shifted and changed like ripples on water once more, this time transforming into Sambo's likeness—from his clothes to his expression, it was incredibly lifelike.

However, above this "Sambo's" head, a line of shimmering, eye-catching artistic lettering hangs prominently:

[A super cheerful and beautiful girl who isn't a firework]

She looked at her new look with satisfaction, then glanced at Shinsaburo, who was wearing a blank mask and could only be a "spectator" for the time being.

He had no other choice but to beg for mercy.

"Sister, let's make a deal—do you know how much psychological damage it would do to a masked fool who makes a living by having to stand below the stage and watch helplessly?"

"Oh, I get it, I get it. Isn't it especially cruel and inhumane?"

So, I'll 'play' your role well!

Trust my professional skills, my good bro!

I've kindly shared my perspective with you, but if you're still not satisfied, then go ahead and cry~

In the end, only Sambo was left grieving amidst the snowflakes.

Snowflakes are falling gently, and the north wind is blowing.