Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"It is very interesting to observe what kind of transformation I can make this kind of sea patrolman."

"Oh, then he'll give it to you."

On March 7th, understanding what Zhujiao meant, he abandoned Potio and rushed towards the exit of the Sleeping Banana Society.

But the members of the Sleeping Banana Society remained crowded there, refusing to move aside.

"Miss Anonymous, aren't you being a little too decisive?"

Zhujiao, watching March 7th's retreating figure, asked:

"He is your comrade-in-arms. You infiltrated here together. Don't you have the awareness to advance and retreat together?"

"Standing together through thick and thin?" Looking back on March 7th:

"He's become so mentally challenged now, he can't even speak properly. Wouldn't I just be a burden if I kept him around?"

"I thought he was fine at first, but he didn't even scold you, so he's probably been brainwashed by you."

"Don't worry, I don't want him, just let me go."

"..."

"You want to ask for help, don't you?" Zhu Jiao pointed out March 7's thoughts and smiled.

“You believe that these monkeys, which are transformed from humans, are under my control after losing their minds, and that they are beyond saving.”

"You have now confirmed that you did not awaken that ranger."

"Haha... Sorry, I was just joking when I told you to leave."

Zhu Jiao's smile vanished, and she said coldly to Potio beside her:

"Sea patrol knights, fire on March 7th."

"!!!"

Startled, March 7 gripped his longbow tightly, leaped backward, and landed atop a pile of debris. He drew back the string and aimed an arrow at Potio's forehead.

Now I can only rely on myself.

If Poteo is already under control, then killing him is the best solution. Anyway, all the cattle and horses from the five major families are working, and they can definitely heal Poteo again.

Preserving oneself is the top priority right now.

Just as everyone was on high alert on March 7, Potio unexpectedly did not draw his gun.

"Sir, murder is a crime, especially against a woman who looks mentally challenged."

Accompanied by an unfamiliar tone of voice, what appeared before March 7th was a Potio with clear eyes.

"Uh, could it be that I've become the protagonist now? Because of this gun?" Potio pointed to the gun at his waist, somewhat shyly.

"It looks nice, but whose life did it take? I had no intention of using it."

"How about you two settle your score yourselves, and I'll take my leave?"

Hearing the unfamiliar boy's voice, March 7th's eyes widened.

"you……"

She suddenly aimed the arrow at Zhujiao.

"Is this what you want me to witness?"

"That's right, that's right!" Zhu Jiao laughed and clapped, his expression excited.

"I'm sorry, miss, I startled you."

"You should be able to guess that, after all, it's just an empty dream. Even if you turn into a monkey in the dream, your body in reality will not undergo rational degeneration."

“And he.” Zhu Jiao slid down to his knees at Potio’s feet, raising his hands in praise.

"With their incredibly strong will, they have become an even more valuable example."

"His mind was not completely destroyed, on the contrary..."

"The one standing here is neither a monkey nor a sea patrol knight."

"But many years ago, before his hometown was destroyed, he lived carefree on the grasslands—a past Potio!"

"Haha... Incomplete regression, that's quite interesting."

Helping the banana ponder:

"Based on my memory, this appearance is at least ten years away from the first time he pulled the trigger on the bandits."

"How amazing! Whether it's this Dream Theater Troupe or myself, he only needs one shot to end it all."

"But the force that pulls the trigger..."

"It comes from the mind, not from the flesh and blood."

Seeing that March 7th was still standing on the high place with a wary look on his face, he helped Jiao slowly stand up.

"Don't be nervous. The reason I asked you to stay is simply so that others can witness this past Potio with me."

"Right now, he's just a kid, and he just doesn't know how to fire that shot."

"Alright." Zhujiao stood still and clapped his hands at Botio.

"Mr. Cowboy, please come this way."

"Now let's complete the final task—"

"A sea patrolman who stands with the original doctor, a traitor born through training... This deserves to be the subject of several more papers."

“Hey!” March 7th shouted at Potio.

"Don't go there!"

At this moment, a large number of sleeping banana monkeys hopped and skipped to the pile of debris and began to sway it eagerly.

Standing on the top of March 7th, I felt the swaying below and couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

"Quiet down, miss. Please be mindful of your manners when auditing a class."

"Cultivation my ass! Poteo, you dare to take one step in there?!"

On the seventh day of the third month, he drew his bow and arrow, aiming it at Potio's forehead.

As Zhujiao said, he is just a child now, and it is impossible for him to dodge arrows that are extremely fast.

"Am I...am I dreaming?"

Potio looked up at March 7th high above, then glanced at Banana, feeling utterly unreal.

"Why are you all staring at me? Where is the grassland... I think I'm lost."

“Of course.” Zhujiao looked at Potio with satisfaction.

Where is your last memory? Was it herding sheep, or chopping wood?

“Neither is correct,” Portio retorted.

"They are eating a hot stew."

"That's strange, how did I get here... I was asleep before?"

"I feel like I'm really dreaming."

Potio looked around and suddenly realized that he was dreaming.

"I still have a lot to do, I'm afraid Nick will kick me awake in a bit."

"Hahahaha..." Seeing Potio's condition, Zhujiao was very satisfied.

He looked at March 7th with a mocking expression:

"See, I told you he was overflowing with happiness."

Chapter 1093 We should kick those troublemakers out.

"Seriously, Potio."

Zhu Jiao looked at him happily.

“You haven’t mentioned Nick’s name in a long time. Well, that’s true, for you right now, everything the company is doing is still a distant future.”

"Ha, what nonsense are you spouting?" Portio, with his boyish voice, couldn't help but scoff.

"What a strange dream."

“Let’s just consider it a strange dream.” Zhujiao patted Potio on the shoulder. “Anyway, you should get back to reality.”

"How do you feel? Does waking up from a dream cause you pain?"

"Pain? Of course not."

Potio's face was beaming with happiness.

"It's a pity you're a person in a dream, unable to see the land I know so well, so beautiful that you would willingly die there."

Zhu Jiao nodded in approval.

He was very satisfied with this boy.

"I never imagined that someone so young could use such a beautiful metaphor."

“That’s not surprising,” Portio said with a faint smile.

"People always have to learn to comfort themselves, which includes learning to take life and death lightly."

"There's a saying in Algonquin Appachet: Death is the fairest form of love."

"For a kind-hearted person, death can preserve his integrity."

"For cunning villains, death will end everything cleanly and decisively."

"I see..." Zhujiao suddenly became curious, glanced at March 7th standing on the pile of debris, about to collapse but still staring at them, and continued to ask:

"So, you're not afraid of death?"

"Then please extend your hand to me."