Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Alright, stop complaining."

The short-haired girl looked at the large monkey statue beside her and said anxiously:

“We have to find a way to get rid of this thing. If we can’t move it, we’ll destroy it on the spot.”

"Ha, you're quite serious about your work?"

The burly man glanced at the statue, then reached out, and a green fluorescent light flashed.

Any part that comes into contact with the fluorescence will turn into particles and disappear quickly. "I've been working overtime like this lately, I wonder how much my salary will increase."

"Two or three thousand more would be good enough." The short-haired girl also reached out and activated her dream-building ability to accelerate the destruction of the statue.

"These kinds of things are mostly taken by those in higher positions. We're lucky if we actually get any of it."

As the short-haired girl worked, her thoughts drifted into the distance.

"I heard that the Oak family has always had good benefits, but it's a pity that even the head of the family is nowhere to be found now."

"There are more than a dozen rumors circulating outside at the same time, each one more outrageous than the last."

"As for the issue of responsibility... it seems to have fallen on that Sunday family head."

“Yes.” The burly man nodded. “The Harmonious Music Ceremony was unexpectedly interrupted at the time. The Dream Chasers outside might not understand, but how could we not know?”

"The head of the Oak family took the blame for most of the problems. The big shots above all shifted the responsibility onto him. After that, the head of the Oak family disappeared."

"There's a rumor that the secluded little bar... I think it's called the Dreamy Bar? The soothing music they gave to the Dream Theatre Troupe was given to them by the Oak family head, but there's no way to know if it's true or not."

"I have a feeling... we might have unknowingly witnessed some kind of history?"

Just as the two were chatting, footsteps suddenly sounded not far away.

"?"

The short-haired girl and the burly man looked over and saw a very handsome adult man bringing a child with him.

"Huh? Which family lineage is that? They look familiar." The short-haired girl was a little confused.

The task for this street has already been completely handed over to the two of them, so why would they send someone else over?

Could it be that... the higher-ups have had a change of heart?

"Hello, we are new guests at Dreamland," the man said politely first.

"?"

"Passengers?"

The short-haired girl blinked, quickly withdrew her hand, and walked towards them.

"My apologies, gentlemen. I don't know why you were able to enter the dream again, but it is very dangerous here now. Please leave the dream immediately."

"What's going on?" the little boy asked, stepping forward with some confusion.

Is it the influence of the star's core?

"Seriously, can Pinocconi even let people dream in peace?"

"Don't worry." The burly man also stopped working for the time being, went to the short-haired girl's side, and explained to the little boy:

"The star core has long been sealed away; this is merely a dream inspection. The family will do everything in its power to protect the beautiful dreams of every guest."

"I see. I apologize for disturbing you both." The long-haired man nodded slightly and spoke in a magnetic voice.

He turned and left with the little boy without saying another word.

This decisive action caught the attention of the short-haired girl.

"……what?"

"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment."

The short-haired girl chased after her, exclaiming, "Haven't we met somewhere before?!"

The man stopped and slowly turned around.

"Yeah……?"

In an instant, a powerful spiritual force emanated from the man's eyes and surged into the minds of the short-haired girl and the burly man.

"When and where?"

"..." The short-haired girl was slightly taken aback, seemingly unaffected.

Sunday:"?"

After she thought for a while, the burly man next to her pointed at Sunday and shouted:

"My God! Isn't this... isn't this the missing head of the Oak family?!"

"Ah." The short-haired girl finally remembered.

"You are... Lord Sunday!"

"You've been missing for so many days, how did you end up here?!"

"What?" Sunday was somewhat surprised to see that the two of them were completely unaffected by his 'tuning'.

Now... I can't even affect ordinary people anymore?

"Hey, old man." The little boy next to him tugged at his trouser leg and pointed to the feathers on the heads of the two people in front of him, "Look at that."

"..." Following the direction the little boy pointed, two white and pink feathers floated faintly above their heads.

"Seriously, old man, that guy using that feather in his dream is really unsolvable."

“Vanwick, we’re exposed now.”

"So what?" Wanweike said, hands on his hips, with a reproachful tone.

"It was you who insisted on going in this direction. There were so many paths to choose from, but you had to squeeze right under the family's nose."

"Now look what's happened! Without the Heavenly Ring, your tuning can't cover the feathers at all. We're going to go to jail!"

"..." Sunday's eyes remained expressionless; he simply nodded slightly to the two people in front of him.

"It's been a long time. It's me, but I'm no longer the head of the Oak family."

"None of that matters, it's good that you're back." The short-haired girl was extremely excited, her eyes shining as she rushed to Sunday and took out paper and pen.

"Could you please sign your name here?"

"Of course." Sunday smiled faintly as he took the paper and pen; signing his name wouldn't cause him any trouble.

But the words on the paper stunned him.

More precisely, it's a contract.

"Regarding the Oak family's compensation to Crocker Films..." Sunday looked up and asked, puzzled:

"what is this?"

Chapter 1096 Your Majesty, this old servant is late!

As the night grew dark, Potio arrived at a small square on Dream Reef.

At this time, the place was filled with banana-helping monkeys and a large number of banana-sleeping monkeys.

"That's right, fellow members!"

The small old monkey squatted in the center of the square and shouted to the surrounding bananas and little monkeys:

What happens next is not the end!

"Starting from Liumeng Reef, a beautiful world will emerge, and his gaze will be fixed on the great cause we will build together."

Seeing that these brats were actually having a meeting, Potio was furious and charged at them.

"Where's the greatness in this, my little cutie?!"

He stood in the square, looking at the many banana helpers and the few humans who had not yet turned into sleeping banana monkeys:

"Come on! Everyone, look at me!"

"Let me be frank, this is a treasure plot."

"Anyone who can still stay clear-headed, get out of here! It's okay to be stupid, but you should know your place!"

"It's you again?" Some of the humans standing next to Zhujiao recognized Potio and immediately showed disgust in their eyes.

"Let bygones be bygones, but to slander Sleeping Banana Monkey in front of Primon Banana Master, do you know what you're doing?!"

"Okay, I really shouldn't have had any hope for you guys."

Frustrated, Potio drew his gun and fired directly at the person who had just spoken.

'Bang--!!'

The gunshot rang out, and the man fell to the ground.

“Seriously, man, I’m doing you a favor.” Potio blew on the muzzle of his gun.

"Getting out of the dream now is better than turning into a monkey and being sent to a monkey den."

The old monkey, watching Potio's retreating figure, quickly said, "The seafaring knight, perhaps he should return to his primal state..."

"Who asked you?!" Potio turned around and fired a shot.

'Bang--!!'

The old monkey stared blankly at the bullet hole beneath it.

I will only say this once.

Potio stared at the old monkey and lowered his voice.

"I can't be bothered to listen to your philosophy or your troubles."

“You’re a cunning villain. One shot and you’re dead, and I’m holding that gun right now!”

"Since everything is so simple, I don't need to be too clever, do I?"

The dark mass of gun barrels was once again pointed at the old monkey.