Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"This is……?"

"Oh, this is used to bake origami birds."

Yan Huan put the barbecue grill away:

"But I thought about it, and since origami birds would be burned, they probably can't be grilled. How about I try painting flame effects on them?"

"He's mentally unstable, don't worry about him." March 7th said with a forced smile, looking at Topa.

"Hey, Miss Topa, now that you're out, where's Himeko-neechan?"

“Miss Himeko?” Topa said, recalling the scene after the meeting.

"She left in a different direction at the time, so she should be able to meet up with you soon."

"Haha, I have some things to do, so I'll have to chat with you all for now."

"Let's get together again when I have time."

"Ah."

Watching Toppa leave with Zhangzhang, March 7th looked at Yan Huan with disdain:

"Did you embarrass yourself again?"

"This is supposed to be a high-class occasion, how can you just pull out a barbecue grill here?"

"The face that Sister Himeko worked so hard to save for us is going to be ruined by you again."

"The thief cries 'Stop thief!'" Yan Huan said to the staff, hands on her hips.

"Listen to that, didn't she just say that these piggy banks are doing unspeakable things?"

"What a filthy and disgusting mind!"

The staff member wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a forced smile:

"Um, let's stop discussing the piggy bank's private life... Please, distinguished guests, enter the room first."

Chapter 787 Dripping On

After passing the swimming pool, the train crew members dispersed to explore the entire enormous luxury airship.

At the corner of the edge corridor.

As soon as Yinzhi boarded the airship, she saw a familiar figure and quickly greeted him:

"I never expected to meet you here, my dearest friend."

Yan Huan, wearing a Doraemon headgear, slowly turned around:

"You've heard my story?"

"Of course," Yinzhi said with a light smile.

"Even though you wear this exotic hood, your elegant yet understated demeanor reminds me every moment that you are the distinguished person."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan slowly looked at Yin Zhi, gently swirling the wine glass filled with orange juice in her hand as if it contained red wine.

"It seems you need my help."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yinzhi smiled faintly, and said with a troubled expression:

"I seem to be sick lately. I always have a slight headache, maybe I caught a cold."

"As it happens, I heard that [Ms. Ciyu] here can grant any wish, so I thought I'd try my luck."

"My dearest friend, do you know where she is right now?"

"Hehe." Yan Huan's wicked laughter came from inside the blue chubby headgear.

"Fellow villager, you've come to the right person."

Yan Huan said seriously:

"I have been treating headaches for 500 years and have never made a mistake."

"I have experience treating all types of headaches."

"Is that really so?" Yinzhi raised an eyebrow:

"It's not that I don't trust you, but if you can cure any kind of headache, then have you also treated headaches caused by certain things?"

"of course."

Yan Huan stood with her hands behind her back, smiling faintly:

"Headache from noisy kids, headache from difficult homework, headache from feeling cursed by a witch, headache from unfulfilled expectations because the game isn't fun..."

"I have treated all kinds of patients, so I can say that my expertise is quite extensive."

Upon hearing this, Yinzhi's face immediately lit up with joy:

"In that case, I would like to ask my dear friend to take a look."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

As other guests passed by in the corridor, they would all glance sideways at the two of them.

Yan Huan and Yin Zhi were seen holding hands, seemingly doing something.

Noticing the gazes of passing guests, Yinzhi couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Yan Huan, you're taking my pulse, right?"

"of course."

Yan Huan and Yin Zhi raised their hands, interlaced their fingers, and held them tightly together.

This action lasted for a full half hour.

Immediately afterwards, Yinzhi finally heard Yan Huan's diagnosis.

“zzzZZZ…”

“zzzZZZ…”

Hearing the steady snoring, Yinzhi asked:

“My dear friend, what kind of illness is ‘zzzZZZ…’ (Silver Branch makes a drowsy sound)? Why have I never heard of it before?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan slowly woke up, her gaze serious:

"This disease is very rare, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

"Fortunately... I'm quite knowledgeable about this too."

Seeing that Yan Huan had let go of her hand, Yinzhi pressed on and asked:

"So, how can I cure my headache?"

"Amputation is necessary." Yan Huan stood on the railing at the edge of the corridor, hands behind her back, gazing at the dazzling night sky as she replied.

"Amputation?" Silver Branch was somewhat surprised:

"Has it gotten that serious?"

"No wonder I kept trying to use a rubber band to pull the glass bead and launch it at a distance."

"Mr. Yan Huan, please treat me as soon as possible."

"...No problem."

……

the other side.

On March 7th, we arrived at the banquet hall, where long tables were set up and filled with all kinds of delicious food.

"Wow, you can eat all of these, right?"

"Ah."

Dan Heng, standing to the side, crossed his arms and surveyed his surroundings.

On March 7th, having no time to worry about anything else, she sat down on the soft sofa, reached out and picked up a small cake from the table, and started scooping it out with a spoon.

Dan Heng sat to the side, took out his phone, and searched for information about the airship online.

The Hullstone is the private property of Old Otto, the head of the Clover family, and it is not open to outsiders on a regular basis.

Even now, only distinguished guests are allowed to board the ship.

It must be said that the head of the Clover family has excellent taste; this airship is decorated to be extremely luxurious.

It's not the kind of extravagant luxury that's everywhere covered in gold; rather, it's a kind of understated yet noble luxury.

The walls are covered with various famous paintings, and their colors and arrangement are very particular, maintaining a great aesthetic appeal when placed together.

To replicate such an exquisitely detailed painting in a dream requires a significant amount of credits.

"Ah... I need to go to the restroom. Danheng, could you watch these for me and make sure no one else takes them first?"

"understood."

After March 7th left, only four small cakes of different colors remained on the table.

Dan Heng didn't pay much attention at first, but suddenly, a blond guy with glasses sat down in March 7's seat.

"Ah, I didn't expect there were still some cakes left. Luckily, they weren't all taken this time!"

The blond-haired boy who made a girl's voice immediately caught Danheng's attention.

"???"

voice change?

Seeing that the blond-haired man was about to touch the small cake that March 7th had asked him to watch over, Dan Heng quickly coughed.

"Cough cough."

"Sir, this seat is taken."