Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out from the loudspeakers throughout the campus.

"Silence! Silence!"

"Actors, it's time to move to another location!"

Suddenly, Luan Po, who was fighting fiercely, looked up and exclaimed, "That voice sounds so familiar."

Dan Heng brandished his spear, knocking away the two banana-wielding monks who were lunging at him. "It's Mr. Rick."

In an instant, all the students, hound warriors, and Dan Heng and the others emitted a faint white light and then disappeared from the spot.

The banana growers looked around but found nothing.

Origami University fell silent.

The broadcasting room.

The old monkey suddenly kicked open the half-closed door and cursed at the man inside:

"What are you doing, Memory Master?!"

“No, dear producer, it wasn’t me who did anything.” Rick slowly turned around and said politely:

"That was the Emperor's summons; they have already been summoned to the Chaolu Mansion."

"And I was only responsible for issuing the notifications."

He looked at the old monkey, who was gradually becoming enraged, and couldn't help but nod slightly.

"Dear producer, all your requests have been fulfilled. As agreed, please lift this curse of having no artistic talent from me."

"Demands? Are you kidding me!"

The old monkey jumped up angrily and shouted:

"You keep calling me a Great Emperor, whose side are you really on?"

"Right now! Use your memory abilities to bring back that bunch of stubborn monkeys that are hard to 'turn into bananas,' only then can you say you've fulfilled your request!"

“This isn’t right.” Rick straightened up and questioned the old monkey:

"I went to great lengths to help you all infiltrate the school, thwart your family's surveillance, and also dealt with the wandering knights who were your biggest headache..."

"I have done everything I could."

"Mr. Rick, I'm not discussing this with you!" the old monkey roared.

"Quickly get those monkeys back for me, or you'll turn into a sleeping banana monkey in less than three system cycles!"

Chapter 1085 Oops, my hand slipped!

"At that point, your directing career will be over!"

"No, no, no, I still refuse."

Rick shook his head slightly.

"Jiao Shou, do you know why I fell into your hands?"

"Of course I know." The old monkey's face was gloomy.

"You've got some skill to track down the doctor's whereabouts."

"But to sneak in and think you won't be discovered is a bit too arrogant."

"Even by the standards of laboratory animals, you are far from qualified!"

“Is that so?” Rick slowly turned around and looked at the army of theater troupe members outside the window.

"Ugh."

"Unfortunately, I took a risk, solely for the purpose of making a great film."

“From the very beginning, I was prepared to dedicate myself to art, so your threat is meaningless.”

"Besides..."

Rick turned around and looked excitedly at the old monkey.

"I have sworn allegiance to the Emperor!"

"what?!"

"The all-powerful King Pinocchio has long since lifted the curse with his compassion!"

"For a film crew, starting filming means taking risks. A real director would rather add a death sign to the name in the credits than stop the camera."

"Banana Seller, actually I'm here to laugh at you!"

"Hahahahaha...!"

A loud laugh rang out from the broadcasting room.

……

Chaolu Mansion (crossed out).

Imperial palace.

The Chaolu Round Table conference room, originally used for meetings, was now filled with cattle and horses brought in from the five major factions.

They made phone calls and typed on keyboards, working tirelessly on the tasks assigned to them by the Emperor.

"Your Majesty," the long-legged woman stood up and reported nervously.

“Mr. Rick used a warrant to send all the survivors of Origami University to the mansion.”

"Ah."

Yan Huan, wearing a yellow vest, was sitting in the middle of the conference room, taking a bite of an apple. She looked up at the long legs:

"I've told you so many times, don't call me Your Majesty, call me Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Yes, Your Majesty, no problem!"

"..."

"Were the members who participated in the academic seminar also among that group?"

"Your Majesty, due to the anniversary celebration, the venue for the academic seminar has been changed to the seaside manor at Hot Sand Moments."

"The seminar has been going on for two days now. Should we summon the teachers and guests who are participating in the academic seminar to the palace?"

"No need, I was just asking." Yan Huan waved her hand.

"Use the second edict to cleanse the transferred guys, then persuade them to leave the dream world. Let those who are unwilling to leave go, and lock them up as monkeys."

"Okay, okay..."

The man with long legs nodded repeatedly, then sat down and began typing to convey Yan Huan's orders to the people below.

A short while later, she nervously got up again and reported:

"Your Majesty, your father is looking for you."

“?” Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.

"She...she really said that." The long-legged woman clenched her hands nervously, lowered her head, and choked out:

"She even lets you look at your phone, or she'll feed you medicine while you're sleeping..."

"I fucking know who it is."

Yan Huan stood up and started looking for her own phone on the conference table, which was piled with various mobile phones, tablets, and laptops.

"?"

"Where's my phone?"

"Your Majesty, it might be under the table, please take a look..." the fat man next to him reminded him.

"Ah, okay."

Yan Huan took a step back, bent down, lifted the tablecloth, and carefully searched under the table.

Leather shoes, long legs, stockings, pantyhose...

'Thud—' Suddenly something bumped into Yan Huan from behind.

"?" Yan Huan stepped out from under the tablecloth and looked behind her. "What are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I bumped into it by accident, I'm so sorry...!" The fat man bowed repeatedly in apology.

"Never mind, I'll be more careful next time."

Yan Huan didn't pay much attention, and bent down to lift the tablecloth, sticking her head inside to look for her phone.

"...Where's my phone, huh?"

'Thud—' Yan Huan suddenly felt herself being bumped by something again.

"..."

He stepped off the tablecloth again, maintaining his bent-over posture as he looked behind him.

What are you doing now?

The fat man standing behind Yan Huan, clutching Vaseline, hurriedly explained, "Uh, Your Majesty, I accidentally bumped into it again, I'm so sorry."

"What I mean is, your workstation is next to mine, right? Why are you standing behind me now?" Yan Huan squinted, stood up, and looked her over carefully.

What are you holding in your hand?

"Ah, it's a drink!" the fat man explained hastily, his face flushed. "I was a little thirsty from working, so I bought a bottle."

"Really?" Yan Huan stroked her chin, still somewhat doubtful.

"I've never seen this drink before, is it a new product?"

"Uh, this drink is a niche product, only suitable for people with specific tastes!"

"I see..." Yan Huan nodded slightly, carefully examining the chubby boy.

"Which family line did you originally belong to?"