Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“I mean… that dog emperor really deserves to die.” March 7th suddenly became serious, grabbing the hammer with great trepidation:

"What do we do then? What if he attacks Liumeng Reef?"

"No," the red-haired man replied frankly.

"According to rumors, this is the legendary land of the watchmaker, also known as the primordial dreamland."

"Families have no right to move in."

"But their spies have definitely already discovered this place. You need to keep a low profile, understand?"

"Ming, understand!"

After watching the members of the Sleeping Banana Society leave, March 7th finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly dropped the hammer, ran back to the corner, and pulled Potio's body out of the garbage heap.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

On March 7th, he threw Potio to the ground and glanced at his body.

Perhaps it was spoiled fish intestines, perhaps it was feces, or perhaps it was vomit... Potio was covered in disgusting filth.

His already somewhat weak face now appeared even paler.

"Don't worry, Potio, I will definitely save you."

On March 7th, she made up her mind, bent down, and tried to pinch him awake, but stopped when she saw the disgusting, sticky substance.

"..."

A mixture of various foul odors wafted over, causing March 7 to wrinkle her nose involuntarily.

Finally, she found a stick and poked it into Potio's throat.

"Hey, wake up... don't sleep anymore."

Seeing that this was still ineffective, March 7th had no choice but to throw away the stick.

"Why do young people these days sleep so soundly?"

She clasped her hands together, shook her legs, and racked her brains for one last way to wake Potio.

"Exciting, isn't it..."

"and many more."

March 7th suddenly opened her pinkish-blue eyes wide, her face showing joy.

"I really am a genius!"

She glanced at Potio, who was dying on the ground, then quickly turned around and went to the pile of junk, rummaging through it with both hands to find anything usable.

Finally, on March 7th, a water ladle was pulled out of it.

"Hey, this is it."

She happily grabbed the water ladle and rushed out of the Sleeping Banana Society's stronghold, making her way to Liumengjiao Street.

At this time, the area is surrounded by Sleeping Banana Monkey statues, and even bronze statues of Sleeping Banana Monkeys stand on both sides of the road from time to time.

Ignoring all that, on March 7th, he grabbed a water ladle and ran wildly until he finally arrived at the tavern.

"Hello, what would you like to drink?"

The woman at the tavern counter glanced at March 7th and was momentarily stunned:

"Hey, it's Little March. How come we're back at Liumeng Reef again?"

"Aunt Trish, I have an emergency, it's a matter of life and death!"

March 7th looked around anxiously. The tavern was full of customers, including countless drunkards drinking with their heads covered.

"Can you help me see who's the most tipsy?"

"Huh?" Tris blinked, the words "human life is at stake" flashing through her mind. Her expression immediately turned serious as she pointed to the person standing in the corner drinking heavily.

"Him, Little March, he's almost drunk to the point of throwing up."

"Oh, okay, okay!"

March 7th grabbed the water ladle and ran over quickly.

The man was leaning against the wall, head down, gulping down the liquor from the bottle, the smell of alcohol making his cheeks red.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy rushing up from his stomach and down to his throat. "Ugh... I feel terrible!"

"It's now!!"

On March 7th, quick-witted and agile, he swiftly handed over the water ladle.

'Splash...plop...plop...'

Clumps of a solid-liquid mixture emitting a pungent odor fell into the water ladle.

Triss's pupils trembled violently.

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Chapter 1088 It's All the Banana Master's Fault

The Sleeping Banana Society's stronghold.

March 7th held the water ladle to Potio's open mouth, bent over, and pleaded anxiously, "Please, it has to work..."

A stream of clear water flowed in.

"Hmm?" Potio's face quickly changed from white to green, then to purple, and finally to blue...

"Ugh~ cough cough~ pfft! Ugh! What is this?! Ugh!! cough cough..."

Looking at the sticky substance that had fallen onto his clothes and the ground, Potio stood up and cursed:

"What is that disgusting thing? Who's trying to frame me with that banana?!"

'Clang—' March 7th slammed the water ladle into the corner, spread his hands, and shouted:

"Pottior, you're finally awake! Those banana masters are awful; they've ruined you like this!"

"W-what? Master Banana?!"

Potio paused, then turned to look at March 7.

"Is my current miserable state caused by Master Banana?"

“Yes, yes…” March 7th nodded repeatedly, pointing out:

"Fortunately, I've already defeated that banana master, which is why I was able to rescue you."

"Don't worry, you haven't been discovered by the other banana masters yet!"

"I see..." Potio nodded, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm.

"Cough~tui!"

March 7: "..."

"I'll find a place to take a shower first, oh... and have my stomach cleaned, then we can discuss this further."

……

A few hours later.

Potio successfully entered the Sleeping Banana Society's stronghold once again.

"Hey, where are you going?" March 7th asked from behind. "I went through so much trouble to get you in here, so don't do anything that will attract attention."

"Our current mission is to gather intelligence here, and we especially need to remember not to draw our guns."

"Thank you so much, Miss Nameless Guests." Potio breathed a sigh of relief and thanked March 7th.

"I didn't expect you to have so much influence here. The Star Train has even extended its reach to monkeys?"

"What words!"

On March 7th, she pouted her little lips.

"I was also promoted here through internal channels."

"But that assistant insisted that I was a talented girl, and immediately gave me a very high-level membership card."

"It seems they do indeed have a keen eye for talent."

Poteo: “…”

"Girl, confidence is a good thing. I hope you can always be this confident in the future."

"Okay, okay, stop talking about me."

On March 7th, he hurriedly asked Potio:

"How did you get here? It can't be because you like monkeys, can it?"

“Yeah, he’s a banana, all the sea patrolmen are like that… wait, why am I being a banana again?” Potio was taken aback, then frowned.

"He's a banana, I have a bad feeling about this."

"Wait, someone's coming!"

Seeing Potio draw his gun again, March 7th became wary and suddenly looked behind him.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.

"It's okay, she's one of us. She's the one who brought me in."

"Oh, so you have accomplices too. I really underestimated you." Seeing this, Potio put away his gun.

“Uh.” Montana approached the two of them, looked at Potio, and couldn’t help but wonder:

"Is this the friend you referred on March 7th? He looks like a sheriff, could he be chasing some wanted criminal...?"

"Oh, no, no," March 7 quickly explained to Montana, "Actually... he himself is a wanted criminal?"

"…ah?"

"Uh, I mean, he really likes roast chicken rice."