Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Fight for all that is good in the world!"

That concludes the discussion.

The audience erupted in another round of enthusiastic applause.

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap—!*

"Waaaaah, Master Yan Huan is so humble! He's both powerful and modest. We humans need someone like him!"

"Master, I understand!"

"Does someone as powerful as Mr. Yan Huan also need to use the toilet?"

"Mr. Yan Huan said it so well, sob sob sob, I'm going to copy down this sentence and recite it a hundred times every day. Fight for all that is good."

Estelle: "..."

At this moment, Estella, the stationmaster of the Black Tower Space Station, also noticed the commotion and came to March's side, praising the place with her.

Estelle crossed her arms: "What's his relationship with Capote? Are they brothers? How come he's even better at pretending than him?"

March 7th sneered: "Hmph, it's just saying nice things, anyone can do that."

Yan Huan's shamelessness clearly exceeded the two women's expectations.

After the noise subsided a bit, Yan Huan pressed her hands down slightly.

"Alright everyone, quiet down. This is the last question. I'll just randomly pick someone again."

Everyone fell silent.

Under expectant gazes, Yan Huan pointed her little hand.

"You are the one!"

The prettiest female clerk gaped, "Uh, it's me again?"

Seeing everyone staring at her, her little face turned rosy.

she was.

She has no more questions to ask.

"Aaaaaah, that's enough!" March 7th rushed into the crowd, grabbed Yan Huan's arm, and pulled her out of the crowd. "Aren't you ashamed?"

Yan Huan was stunned; he was still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Comrade, since we come from the people, we should also return to the masses. Answering questions is nothing to me."

"Don't mind at all!"

The third day of the seventh month will crack open.

Ji Zi, Uncle Yang, and Dan Heng had all gone off to do their own things, leaving her alone to show Yan Huan the train.

This guy, he's really gotten addicted to pretending.

Xiao Sanyue grabbed Yan Huan's arm and said seriously, "Let me tell you, fame and fortune are all fleeting! We can't stay on the space station forever, you know?"

She was really afraid that Yan Huan might suddenly decide to stay on the space station and refuse to leave.

How am I supposed to face Uncle Yang and the others then?

Yan Huan suddenly realized: "I understand, you mean..."

Seeing Yan Huan realize her mistake and return to the right path, March 7th was very pleased. Her pink and blue eyes curved into a smile, but she immediately froze.

"Shouldn't I ask for something more practical, something down-to-earth?"

March 7: "?"

"Reputation and praise are ultimately meaningless. I need tangible benefits. I understand now!"

Yan Huan broke free from the hand that San Yueqi was desperately holding and walked straight back.

"Hey, hey, you bastard!!" March 7th exclaimed in disbelief.

He quickly followed him.

Yan Huan walked away very quickly, and those who were still eager for more were overjoyed to see him return.

But Yan Huan didn't even glance at them, and walked directly to Aisda, who was watching the show from the side, and stood in front of her.

Estella was taken aback: "Huh? What are you doing?"

The pleasant voice now revealed a hint of doubt.

Yan Huan: "March 7th said I need to ask you for some money."

"Damn it!" Upon hearing this, March 7th, who had rushed over, blushed deeply.

What the hell? !

Don't act like I asked you to come and ask for money. I still have my pride!

Estelle pondered for a moment, then murmured:

“I see. We should indeed pay some fees. Although we already gave Himeko a large sum of credits to thank the train crew for their help, you should receive another sum for defeating the Doomsday Beast. Mitsuki is right.”

March 7th was furious. Her pinkish-blue eyes widened as she stood beside the two and shouted:

"It really wasn't me! Do I look like the kind of person who's greedy for money? Hey, can you guys talk to me? Did you mute my microphone?!"

Estella looked at Yan Huan solemnly:

"So, how much should I pay? I don't have much experience with that."

Yan Huan blurted out:

"one million."

Estelle: "Let's change the number. I have... well, anyway, this number is a bit difficult."

Yan Huan: "Then let's make it ten billion."

March 7th: "Why are there more and more of them?!"

Estelle pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Row."

March 7: "?"

Is 10 million a lot? (Chapter 10)

"No, Estella, are you kidding me? You can't come up with a million, but you can come up with a billion?"

Estelle crossed her arms and shook her head:

"I really can't come up with a million."

Then, she took a cell phone out of her pocket and handed it to Yan Huan.

"I'll open an account for you with Interstellar Peace Company and transfer the credits directly to you. This phone isn't worth much, so I'll give it all to you."

Yan Huan took it as a matter of course and examined the phone repeatedly:

"How much does this phone actually cost? Surely nine hundred million out of the ten billion won isn't all going to this phone?"

Before Estella could react to Yan Huan's question, March 7th's eyes widened in surprise:

"Brother, they've already promised to give you the money, why are you still being picky?"

Yan Huan was taken aback, her eyes shining brightly:

"March, are you saying that asking for only money is wrong, and we should also ask for some goods?"

March 7th was stunned for a moment, then jumped up in anger:

"I didn't say that! You've been misinterpreting me. I was telling you to tone it down!"

Ignoring March 7th, Yan Huan looked at Aista again.

“Estella, I think March is right. Your space station doesn’t have any good stuff. Giving money is too superficial.”

Estella's brows were also slightly furrowed at this moment.

It seems a bit of a dilemma.

"Gulp." Seeing Estelle's expression, March 7th immediately swallowed.

They're probably angry.

The deep friendship between the train crew and the Black Tower Space Station is about to be ruined by that idiot Yan Huan!

"Shut up!!" March 7th picked up the camera, threatening to smash it in Yan Huan's face.

It's crucial to clarify our stance now; she's on Estád's side.

No, she's representing the entire Star Train and standing on Estella's side. Yan Huan's outrageous demands are her personal actions and have nothing to do with the train!

Estella looked up: "I understand. March is right. I didn't think it through. I shouldn't have only paid credits."

On March 7th, he stood there, completely stunned.

"What did I say? I really didn't ask him for anything! Don't slander me!!"

Immediately afterwards, shocked by March 7th, Estádio, filled with remorse, led Yan Huan to the storage room.

Yan Huan followed Estella as she surveyed the surrounding weapons, and couldn't help but frown:

"Is that all? Just ordinary weapons."

He turned and seriously asked for March 7's opinion.

"What do you think about March?"

March 7th pursed her lips, utterly speechless.

It's like this really was my instruction.

"Since they're being so kind, just take a few things and that'll do," she said dismissively.

Yan Huan said seriously, "I understand."