"Oh, yes, I'm awake, and it seems... you're awake too." Harry Quinn once again carried the stick in his hand to his shoulder, twisted his slender waist and walked to Ziliang who had just woken up, and lifted his chin with one finger.

"So, let's have an old intelligence Q&A test. If you're smart enough and the answers satisfy me, I'll give you a sweet kiss and try not to poke your head when kissing. What do you think."

Ziliang seemed to be not awake yet. He swallowed the saliva accumulated in his mouth when he was sleeping, and asked in a daze: "What if you are not satisfied?"

Miss Quinn shrugged indifferently: "I haven't thought about this yet, but I believe you won't let me down, right?"

She smiled and said, I have to admit that this girl is really beautiful. Since she opened her eyes, her aura with a little nervousness has perfectly blended with her inappropriate makeup, looking cute, naughty and quirky.

Of course, the naughty thing mentioned here is not the kind of chewing gum secretly on your bed sheet at night. Even if it is sticky, it can only be a high-explosive C4 painted in cute pink.

Ziliang glanced at Harry Quinn's tempting smile and rubbed his sluggish face. Through the compass, he had already clearly understood how dangerous this beautiful young lady was...

Of course, as long as it is a "fragment of sin", it itself represents absolute danger.

"Okay, I'm happy to serve." Ziliang said, and he also grabbed his hair, as if he wanted to look a little more straightforward during the first meeting between the two, but his messy hair seemed to be getting more and more messy, so he had to give up in the end.

Miss Quinn sat on Ziliang's desk with a smile, folding her slender legs: "What a smart baby, so the first question is, who are you?"

"This...is obviously, I'm a doctor...as for the name, my name is Ziliang."

She raised her eyebrows cutely: "Okay, this question is quite stupid, so where is the next one?"

"My hospital."

Harry Quinn showed a more charming smile. She slowly leaned down and leaned closer to Ziliang, rubbing her nose gently against Ziliang's nose: "Little cute, I don't deny that this is a good answer, but as far as I know, a hospital doesn't seem to float in the air, and... the scene outside the window is not as simple as 'air'."

She said lightly, her voice surrounding Ziliang's ears. This posture is very tempting. Coupled with the figure that just glances at it, it is enough to make any male animal unable to move her eyes. It is really tempting.

But believe me, if someone else faces her at this moment, what appears in my heart is definitely not a lewd picture...but a dangerous feeling of being tightly strangled.

"Uh..." Ziliang was not very emotional. He just pulled the long voice: "This... is a long story."

"Is that right? No problem, I like to listen to stories." Harry Quinn smiled and sat upright, and suddenly he turned magically and looked like an expression of expecting to listen to bedtime stories.

"Hey, where should we start?" Ziliang scratched his head, looking a little distressed: "... Let's put it this way, we are traveling through time. As for the empty white space outside, it has many names, "The Realm of the Void", "Wangsheng Bridge", "White Waterfall", etc., in short, they are some words that have reached the extreme, and in theory, they are actually the gap between the plane and the plane..."

Harry Quinn raised her eyebrows, and she stared at Ziliang. After a while, she found that the decadent doctor didn't seem to be deliberately making fun of herself.

"Well... To be honest, I have resigned for many years, otherwise I might suggest you go to see a psychologist... Oh, by the way, you seem to be a doctor yourself. It seems that I am right to resign. The doctor will have some problems with his brain after working for a long time." She looked at Ziliang with regret and said, as if her own brain was normal.

Ziliang sighed. He had expected this to be the result. In fact, a few days ago, he had been thinking about how to explain this to Harry Quinn after he woke up.

The good news was that in the end he came up with a solution.

"I know this sounds awkward, but I hope you can try to accept this setting."

"Okay OK, I know I'm a little crazy, but I'm sorry to say that, you're a little stupid." Quinn seemed to have lost interest in Ziliang.

Ziliang watched her jump off her desk and walked out the door. He calmly picked up the black notes that fell to the ground: "I can take you to find your Mr. J." He said softly.

The foot that Quinn was about to step out immediately hung in the air. She almost didn't hesitate for a second, and turned around and sat back on Ziliang's desk: "Is this the junction between planes? Very good. Although these words sound weird,...you continue to say it."

Ziliang nodded calmly: "We are 'traveling'. The meaning of this word is probably to move from the world you are in to another world. This place looks like a small hospital. In fact, it is a machine that can independently shuttle time and space... a man who calls himself a 'craftsman' built for me. It's very troublesome to say about him, but you will see him sooner or later."

"Well... it's quite interesting, so next, when will you take me back to find my little pudding?" Harry Quinn smiled happily and swayed: "It's better to hurry up, oh, I promise not to smash your cute little head immediately after seeing him... What I'm saying is true!"

Ziliang turned on the black notes, tore off a page, and handed them to Harry Quinn.

"This piece of paper writes everything you want to know, why you are sleeping, what happened during the years of sleeping, and how did you get to my hospital! But in the end, I have to tell you a very unfortunate news that your little pudding... is dead."

There was less than half a second of silence... but the entire space seemed to be filled with a terrifying aura that was almost impossible to breathe. Quinn's body stiffened to a certain angle that was swaying, her eyes widened, and she remained motionless, as if she had been cast a spell that had stopped for a while.

"But don't worry, I said, I can take you to find him, not only to find him, but you even have the chance to save him with your own hands! He will lie in your arms, or pinch your throat, and while shooting at all the lives around him, saying thank you to you... There is nothing that can't be done, so please calm down..."

Alas... I told Harry Quinn personally that her little pudding was dead, which was simply the stupidest behavior. Who knows what Harry Quinn would look like without a little pudding? Even if Ziliang was in his hospital, he would never want to try this consequence.

It’s not that he is afraid, but... he thinks it’s troublesome.

Yes, women always cause trouble, at least Ziliang thinks so, who has caused him to suffer a lot? So he can only be weak in reminding the other party. Of course, he never thought about what effect this would do.

Sure enough...the next second.

"Oh—so that's the case. It's very simple to solve it. I was hesitating just now whether I would squeeze out some tears. Oh, it's so embarrassing."

She said with a smile.

But suddenly, she suddenly swung the infusion holder in her hand and smashed it on the computer "as soon as it was". The entire display screen turned into a pile of scrap iron. Then Quinn overturned the entire desk with a kick, and at the same time smashed the medical chair beside her with a smile. Anyway, she was like a wild cat who was irritated, and while laughing, she smashed everything around her wildly.

Ziliang yawned helplessly...

"Oh...well, all women are much more terrifying than men when they go crazy."

He muttered... as if he had recalled something that made him feel uncomfortable, and twisted his body very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!