Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The members of the hound family were completely bewildered and searched everywhere.

"Where is he? Has he woken up in reality?!"

"We must find that guy!!"

……

the other side.

Yan Huan had arrived at a small alley and began to think about what she should do next.

"...We can't use this image anymore."

Now that this has just been exposed, the news of Yan entering my dream should spread very quickly.

People from all sorts of forces, including those dealing in gold dust, robins, and others, will also receive this news.

Although knowing it wouldn't be a big deal, Yan Huan still decided to keep a low profile.

What if those lunatics come and harass me again?

Thinking of this, Yan Huan immediately changed her appearance.

A blue-haired man silently walked out of the alley.

"Hehehehehe!! From now on, my name is Sambo!"

"Sambo...? You?"

Suddenly, at the edge of the alley, a girl in a dress noticed Yan Huan and questioned her.

"?"

Upon seeing this person's face, Yan Huan couldn't help but frown.

The girl was actually a robin.

Standing next to her was another man who looked somewhat similar to her, whether it was his hair color, the color of his clothes, or his demeanor.

"Hehe, it seems you're a dreamer who's just entered the dream world; it's normal to be a little excited," Sunday said with a faint smile.

"Your name is Sambo, right?"

Yan Huan stood with her hands behind her back:

"Didn't you hear me? Then all my shouting just now was for nothing?"

"..." Sunday was speechless.

"It seems this guest is not used to the transition from reality to dreams, and even his mental state is somewhat abnormal."

"If needed, I can call room service to wake you from your dream..."

"Unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary!" Yan Huan said disdainfully.

"Do you two have something to do? If not, I'm leaving."

"etc……!"

Suddenly, the robin grabbed Yan Huan's hand and asked again:

"You...are you really called Sambo?"

"Otherwise what?" Yan Huan dismissively flung the robin's hand away.

"You two are so annoying."

The next moment, Yan Huan snapped her fingers.

pat-

For a moment, the robin and Sunday were stunned.

Immediately...

Sunday covered his head and asked in confusion:

"Strange, how did I get here?"

Even the robin seemed a little bewildered:

"What were we just doing?"

Taking advantage of the few minutes their memories were erased, Yan Huan swaggered away from their sight.

As he walked toward the square, he said disdainfully:

"What the hell? How come I ran into someone from the family as soon as I came in?"

Immediately, he took out his phone and sent a message to each of the train crew members, indicating that he had arrived at the "golden moment".

Himeko quickly replied in the group chat.

[Himeko: You entered my dream too, so where's the train?]

[Yan Huan: Oh, the Star God of Joy said she would keep an eye on things for us...]

[Himeko:? ]

Chapter 612 I'll Give You a Meal of Gold

[March 7th: You're really something!]

[March 7th: I was heading to the auction at dusk.]

[March 7th: Let's split up first. By the way... I think I just saw you on a wanted poster.]

[Danheng: Me too.]

[Walter: @Yanhuan, why are you on the wanted list again?]

[Yan Huan: It's nothing serious, we just came in too hastily!]

[Yan Huan: Then I'll enjoy this golden moment. Goodbye.]

After confirming the dream state of the others, Yan Huan put her phone back in her pocket.

survey?

Forget it...

That ice cream looks delicious!

On the bustling street, Yan Huan jogged to the food truck and grabbed an ice cream that was floating in the air.

One bite, and it's icy cold, sweet and sour—it feels wonderful!

"You can eat as much as you want in your dreams, right?"

"Hehe...of course."

The ice cream truck owner looked at Yan Huan and smiled:

"Sir, judging from your excitement, this must be your first time at Pinocone, right?"

"With the upcoming Harmony Festival, many dreamers have come to Pinocchio."

"That's right!" Yan Huan immediately patted her chest:

"I, Sambo, am here to chase my dreams. Do you know Belloberg? I am the King of Belloberg!"

"The King?" The food truck owner blinked, a hint of envy in his eyes.

"That's amazing."

"But... as a king visiting the Star of the Grand Gathering, shouldn't he be minding his people?"

"It's alright, I let them roam freely!" Yan Huan immediately left an address with the food truck owner, saying considerately:

"Your ice cream is delicious. If you ever come to Belleburg, remember to come find me here. I'll give you fifty tons of gold!"

"what?"

The food truck owner clutched the note, watching Yan Huan, now sporting the face of a blue-haired youth, drive away.

About thirty seconds later, he saw the blue-haired youth walk back from a different direction and take an ice cream as well.

"Damn it...where is he?"

Sambo, wearing a little red flower on his chest, muttered as he ate his ice cream:

"It's all that chicken wing boy's fault, otherwise I would have won him over long ago."

"You..." The food truck owner was somewhat bewildered:

"How did you come from that direction? Aren't you...?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Little Red Flower Sangbo glanced at the food truck owner and said disdainfully:

"What's wrong? Isn't this ice cream free?"

"Yes, these are samples..."

"That's it then? I'll just eat the samples." Little Red Flower Sangbo not only ate some, but also took the other floating ice creams and left.

Watching his retreating figure, the food truck owner was somewhat displeased:

"Is this the king's usual style? But he said he'd give me fifty tons of gold... so it's okay to eat a few more ice creams."

After shaking his head, the food truck owner replenished the ice cream samples.

But the next moment, a blue-haired youth wearing a badge on his chest came running up breathlessly, picked up the ice cream and showed it off in a cool way.

Noticing the food truck owner's gaze, Sambo said disdainfully:

"What's wrong? This ice cream costs money?"

"Uh...no, these samples are all free."

The food truck owner rubbed his hands together and said awkwardly:

"Um... don't you think you've eaten a bit too much? Ah, that's not what I meant. I meant... eating too much cold food is bad for your health."

"It's just a little ice cream! Why are you acting like it's something special...!"