Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan Huan stared at her new outfit, now covered in patches, and fell into deep thought.

"..."

Blade was dressed similarly, his clothes were tattered, but they were actually quite clean.

"Hey."

Ren turned around and questioned Yan Huan:

"You brought more than just the clothes you changed out of, right? Give me something nice."

"Uncle, didn't you see I've already put it on myself?!"

Yan Huan patted the patches on her clothes; the gray, blue, and red patches were sewn together, making her look extremely poor.

"I saw it, so I'm giving it to you." Blade's expression was serious.

"I'm afraid I'll ruin them. Those are all dresses that other people gave me. If you take two steps, you'll fall into a ditch. I can't keep changing them, can I?"

Yan Huan patted Ren on the shoulder:

"Uncle, as the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. What's the point of dressing so nicely if you just become the center of attention?"

"Then take me away from here."

Blade made the following request:

"Use your teleportation ability to transfer me to the Immortal Ship. You can do it."

"Oh, no."

"?"

"No."

"..."

"why?"

"Since we're already here..." Yan Huan took two steps back and stood with the plastic bag who was watching the commotion.

"Uncle, look at me all alone here, can't you keep me company?"

"Once my client wins the championship, I'll treat you to a meal as payment."

“I refuse.” Blade’s expression was serious.

"That's your problem. I'm not in the mood to stay here."

"Then you can leave." Yan Huan pointed to the tunnel they had just left.

"I can't find a spaceship capable of long-distance jumps." Blade's gaze was icy.

"That's none of my business."

Yan Huan, with his hands in his pockets, swaggered towards the garbage mountain.

"Uncle, you're an adult now. Can't we, father and son, go through thick and thin together?"

“Let me go, Sam will stay,” Blade said in a deep voice.

"?" Yan Huan suddenly turned around. "Liu Ying is here too? Where is she?"

"Still looking for the spaceship." Blade looked down at the trash on the ground, his gaze darkening slightly.

"The pollution here is very heavy, so please be careful."

"It has a star core?" Yan Huan asked, tilting her head.

"No." Blade denied the conjecture.

"There is no similar energy reaction here, nor are there any rifts or antimatter legions."

"The troubles in the galaxy are not just [destruction]. If you want to save planets one by one, it's simply impossible."

"We must learn to accept their predetermined fate."

"What's there to accept?" Yan Huan said seriously, arms crossed.

"If I see it, I have to take action."

"If I happen to catch a beast, then he's just unlucky. Isn't that a kind of fate?"

"Those bad guys who are far away are lucky."

"But the fact that I've run into them means they've reached the end of their lives."

"..."

"what ever."

Ren turned around and walked towards the tunnel entrance.

After Blade left, the plastic bag blinked: "What were you and your relative talking about? I couldn't understand a word."

"fine."

Yan Huan waved her hand and asked the plastic bag:

"Is your Mother Goddess a type of Star God? You know the Fate Walker, so you must know about Star Gods, right?"

"I know, but I've never seen the Mother Goddess's true face." The plastic bag shook its head.

“I’ve never even seen the Mother Goddess’s messenger; it was my grandfather who went to see her.”

"Do you think it's possible that this Mother Goddess is a bad person?" Yan Huan asked.

"You said before at the Hot Sands Stadium that you would die if you didn't win the championship, right?"

"Why did you die? You owed money, and you need five million to pay it off?"

This is also one of the main reasons why Yan Huan came to this planet. Death is always a serious matter, and few people joke about it.

"If we're talking about debt, we do owe a lot of money."

The plastic bag stroked its chin, deep in thought:

"Breathing tax, transportation tax, food tax..."

"Okay, that's enough, let's change the subject."

"Row."

The plastic bag looked at Yan Huan.

"That blue-haired uncle once said that we wouldn't live long."

"That five million was his rescue fee."

“He will definitely come to our rescue as long as we can afford it.”

"Recently, many people have started coughing, and some are coughing up a lot of blood..."

"Grandpa said this was a sign of something big going to happen, and he told me to quickly participate in the competition to raise money, just like Uncle Blue Hair said..."

Chapter 1152 Aren't New Friends Good?

Jalillo VI.

Upper District, Cripperburg.

"Where is Sambo?!"

Yan Huan sat at her desk, glancing around.

"I haven't seen him in ages. What has he been up to lately?"

“Sambo…? I haven’t seen him in ages.” Pera stood by the bookshelf, saying without turning her head.

"He should be in the lower district. The guards in the upper district feel that life is meaningless because he doesn't show up."

"Many love letters to Sambo were sent to missing person notices. I really don't know what's going on with their sexual orientation..."

Yan Huan crossed her legs and pondered:

"Is it possible that he got out?"

"Back then, he was involved with both Rover and Pinocchio. This guy actually has a lot more money, and he just runs around everywhere."

“That’s quite possible,” Pera nodded.

"So, why are you looking for him? Are you planning to carry out another looting operation at Cripple Castle?"

"Speaking of which... recently the merchants have been sending more antiques, and the Great Guardian has put them all here, just waiting for you to start your activities."

"Let's do it another day, my friend." Yan Huan silently took out her phone, trying to call Sang Bo.

'Thump thump thump thump—'

The number you dialed is not in service area...

"What the hell is this place?"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Huan dialed Hua Huo's number again.

'Knock knock knock knock—beep~'

The call connected quickly, and the sound of fireworks rang out.

"Oh dear~ Why is the boss missing me again!"

"Let me guess... you have a crush on me?"

"What do you mean by 'again'?"

Yan Huan asked:

Do you know where Sambo is?

"Sambo? Isn't Sambo talking to me on the phone right now?" Hanabi asked, puzzled.

"It's not a stage name! It's not a stage name! I'm asking where Sambo, whose real name is mentioned, is."

"I don't know~"