Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hey, let's see how that TV hides now." Portio fired with lightning speed.

'Bang--!!'

Without a shield, the essence of Zhujiao's body remains the Dream Troupe, and it simply cannot withstand Potio's bullets.

The banana plantation collapsed, paralyzed.

March 7th quickly looked at Montana, who was slowly getting up and remaining silent.

"Montana, are you alright? You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Montana started running wildly, rushing away into the distance without looking back.

"Eh?!"

Potio was stunned by what he saw.

"What's wrong with this woman? Has she gone mad?"

"do not know."

On March 7th, he handed the lotus to Potio and chased after Montana in the direction she had run off to, saying, "I can't leave her alone! I'll meet you up later, not desert me."

“I didn’t even realize it until you said it, Miss Nameless.” Potio held up the lotus with his left hand and watched March 7th run away.

"But...you didn't tell me how to use this thing, buddy!"

With time running out, Potio had no choice but to continue his journey alone.

Upon arriving at a garden, he discovered Zhujiao and the bewitched residents.

"Honey, how did she use it just now?"

Potio recalled what he had done on the seventh day of the third month and reached into the lotus to see if he could feel anything out.

I reached in and indeed found something hard.

"Hmm? There really is."

A pinkish-white stick was pulled out of the lotus by Potio.

"..."

"Forget it, judging by the color scheme, hitting it should be enough."

With the lotus floating beside him, Potio grabbed the wooden stick with both hands, leaped into the air, and charged into the crowd.

"Let me love you to death with this one blow—!!"

'Thump—click'

The wooden stick struck a resident hard on the head and broke into pieces.

"Huh?" Potio took a step back, staring blankly at the wooden stick broken in two in his hand.

Fortunately, the residents in front of me stopped staring blankly and came to their senses.

"So it was a consumable item."

Seeing that this worked, Potio threw the broken stick aside.

The wooden stick struck the wall, bounced off, landed, and vanished into specks of light.

Potio reached out again and pulled a second stick from the lotus floating beside him.

"Hey, I have plenty!"

After freeing the five residents of the garden, Potio did not hesitate to shoot Banana.

"Great, very efficient!"

"Where are the rest of the cuties? Come and try my little flying stick!"

Chapter 1101 Is this your son?

Potio continued forward, smashing two waves of bananas before finding no more enemies ahead.

They were all the corpses of banana plants.

"Hmm? Those nameless ladies have been here?"

Not far ahead, a man discarded the banana's body and slowly turned around.

"Oh?"

"It was really enjoyable to see actors other than monkeys."

"Otherwise, this scene would seem too monotonous."

Reck smiled and walked towards Potio.

"Although I feel that this kind of entrance was a bit deliberate, time is limited after all..."

"As an opening, it's fine to be a little deliberate."

“It’s you.” Potio looked at the man, a vague recollection forming in his mind.

"I remember you're a Memory Master. Why aren't you helping out with Luan Po and Yan Huan? What are you doing here? Do you like doing manual labor?"

“None of that matters.” Rick shook his head gently.

"I am here simply because of my demanding standards for cinematic aesthetics."

"What is he saying, my darling?"

Potio frowned:

"I was originally planning to remind you to stay away, but if that mysterious guy turns into a monkey, so be it, it'll be quieter."

"Don't worry, we can turn the savage back into a human now."

“That wouldn’t be good. I’ll be careful.” Rick looked at Potio and sized him up.

"My appearance was somewhat sudden to you, and it was also quite unexpected."

“Normally, I would absolutely not accept such an unrefined arrangement.”

"But for the sake of this film, I am willing to set aside some of my principles and provide some small connections for all the loyal subjects."

"After compiling the information, I came to the best conclusion on the recovery of the territory belonging to Liumeng Reef."

Reck slowly stepped back, revealing a large cardboard box behind him to Portio.

"I have prepared a gift for all the actors; it is the outline for the next scene."

"You'll understand when you uncover it."

"Can I trust you?" Potio tilted his head, still expressing doubt about Reik's identity.

The main selling point is unfamiliarity.

I heard that this guy used to be in cahoots with those banana helpers.

Origami University wouldn't have been conquered by those monkeys so quickly without Rick's memory abilities.

“In this scene, I am both the director and the actor.” Reck placed his hand on his chest and nodded slightly.

"Regarding the final scene before the story ends... I have no reason not to pursue perfection."

"In fact, I am still not satisfied with how I got into character."

"But I believe your performance will elevate this scene to an even higher level."

What kind of riddle are you playing?

Potio glanced at Reik and walked forward calmly.

It was a small stage, and the large cardboard boxes were placed there.

Near the stage, small, bright blue origami birds perched, all curiously gazing at the large cardboard box.

"Come on, let me see what you're up to."

Portio reached out and grabbed the outer shell of the cardboard box, then suddenly flipped it over.

Before lifting a corner, he had many guesses in his mind.

It could be guns, bananas, or even a baby's camera.

Potio believed that no matter what he saw, he could maintain his usual disdain and ridicule Reik's pretentious charade.

But when the cardboard was blown away, Potio's brain was still severely impacted.

"This is……"

What appeared before Potio was a living person.

Plus... a child.

"Alright, alright, I knew you were up to something!"

After realizing the situation, Potio raised his hand without turning his head and extended the gun barrel backward, aiming it at Rick's forehead.

"You damn well better tell me properly, what the hell have you prepared!"

“Mr. Portio, it’s been a long time.” Sunday stood in front of Portio with a smile.

"Since our last parting, it has been..."

Potio rudely interrupted Sunday's monologue, "Honestly, I always thought this monkey was just a mess left by the Primal Doctor."

"But I never expected that you, my precious one, would be so incorrigible, still thinking about your damned paradise."

"But luckily you met me."

Potio's other hand began to deform, with a dark cannon muzzle pointing at Sunday's forehead.

"Come on, you troublemaker, let me show you what I'm capable of!"

"Brother, can you at least get the facts straight?" Wan Weike said helplessly, standing to the side.

"We're here to help..."

"Do you understand, I need your help?" Wanweike shrugged.