Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"In their tribe, they rest by lying down."

"The fact that she could lie prone in the train corridor instead of tensing up shows that she has already developed trust in us."

"Oh……"

The black swan nodded slightly and greeted the savage on the ground:

"Hello... sister?"

"Wabibabu." The savage looked puzzled, then put his hands on the ground and slowly got up.

"Wa-gao-yi-ya-yi!"

"..."

The black swan turned back and asked Sunday:

"what did she say?"

On Sunday, carrying a sack, he translated:

"This lady said you are very beautiful and that her son is in his prime, and she would like to ask if you are interested in dating him."

Black Swan: “…”

Chapter 1139 Who's cricketing at me?

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, Walter held his hands across his body, struggling forward through the fierce wind and sand.

March 7th and Danheng followed behind him, also struggling to walk.

The three of them had their feet sinking deep into the sand, and with each step they had to pull their feet out before stepping back in, which was extremely exhausting.

"Uncle Yang was right, it really is a desert out here!" March 7th shouted, facing the sandstorm.

"Why don't we go back to the oasis? This place is no place for a human to live!"

"No, it's not time yet." Walter's glasses were covered in sand, making it impossible for him to see anything ahead.

He took off his glasses, put them in his pocket, and turned to Danheng and March 7th, saying:

"That cheetah is still chasing us, protect that can."

"What's in that jar?!" March 7th pulled a glass bottle from his pocket, staring at it with a strange expression.

"It looks like a strange, thick liquid, and there's no description on the bottle."

"Oh no, don't take it out, put it back!" Walter tried to stop him, but it was too late.

As the glass jar appeared in the sandstorm, a roar immediately came from behind the three of them.

Leopards are more agile than humans, and can still move extremely fast even in sandstorms.

"Come on!"

Walter struggled to move forward, and Danheng and March 7 quickly followed, trying to speed up and escape the cheetah's pursuit.

On the boundless sandy land, the two sides engaged in a fierce chase and escape.

"Give it to me, I want it, I want it!!" The cheetah frantically pushed its limbs, shouting at the backs of the three people in front of it:

"I need cough syrup!!"

……

Daydream Hotel.

The room that used to be on Sunday.

Yan Huan woke up from the dream pool, slowly got up, and sat down on the sofa.

After glancing at the furnishings on the long table, Yan Huan's gaze was drawn to one of the buttons.

He reached out and pressed the button, and a bell immediately rang in the room.

A short while later, a pretty waitress knocked on Yan Huan's door.

"Hello, esteemed Sunday... no, Mr. Yan Huan, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I want potato chips, spicy strips, and a hamburger," Yan Huan said to the door.

"Okay, please wait a moment, it will be delivered to you shortly."

Three minutes later, the waitress opened the door, brought in the food Yan Huan had specified on a tray, and placed it in the center of the long table.

“Mr. Yan Huan, for the sake of your health, you should eat less of these kinds of foods.”

The waitress smiled and said, "If you need anything, the top chefs at Grand Event Star can make even better dishes, guaranteed to be healthy and delicious."

"I don't want it, I want to eat this."

Yan Huan picked up a spicy strip with her bare hand and found it was still hot.

"Huh? You guys heated up the spicy strips?"

"That's right, these spicy strips are not taken from the snacks packaged by the merchants, but are made fresh by our chefs."

The waitress smiled.

"We will do our best to ensure the health of the food, but less oil and less salt would make the spicy snacks not taste as you expect, so the chef has kept these."

"But you can rest assured that the ingredients are absolutely fresh and made to order."

"Okay." Yan Huan nodded and chewed the spicy strip in her mouth.

"Ok?"

Yan Huan found that the taste was indeed good, much better than the packaged ones bought outside.

There's something there.

After finishing the spicy snack, Yan Huan looked at the potato chips on the tray and reached out to grab them.

Upon gentle touch, I discovered that the potato chips were also hot, indicating that they were made fresh by the chef himself.

"Hey, it tastes exactly the same."

While eating, Yan Huan chatted with the waitress:

"Isn't the chef cooking a little too fast? I asked you for food and it was only a few minutes ago, and you've already brought it over."

"Mr. Yan Huan, you're too kind. It's only right that we make sure you get the food you want as quickly as possible."

The waitress smiled and sat down next to Yan Huan. "Besides that, we've also prepared similar items like cola, fries, and fried chicken..."

"Hmm? That's great?! How about... we send it over?"

"Of course~"

After the second batch of food was served, the waitress asked:

"Mr. Yan Huan, after you finish eating, would you like to continue your dream, or would you like to play a game for a while?"

"Why are you asking this?" Yan Huan asked, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"As Pinocchio's most distinguished guest, the hotel naturally offers game-playing services."

The waitress smiled and said:

"Whether it's large-scale online games or simple mobile games, I'm very good at them."

"This room used to belong to Mr. Sunday. The computer is top-of-the-line and can run any game smoothly."

"Ha, you can play video games?" Yan Huan was a little skeptical.

"Isn't your workload very heavy? Do you have time to practice your skills?"

"Mr. Yan Huan, games are also part of our professional development."

The waitress kept smiling.

"Because many of our guests enjoy playing games, gaming skills are an important indicator for our year-end performance review."

"So what are you good at playing?" Yan Huan asked.

"I'm good at everything," the waitress replied.

“?” Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.

"That's amazing? Really?"

"Dare to fight me one-on-one?"

"Of course~"

As Yan Huan requested, the waitress took out her phone from her pocket, laid it horizontally, and sat cross-legged on the sofa with her to start playing games.

'Tim-mi-'

About ten minutes later, Yan Huan stared at the word 'failure' on her phone screen and fell into deep thought.

"..."

He raised his head slightly and said, "This was an accident. I'm very strong, but I didn't perform to my full potential this time."

"I understand, I understand. One more round is fine too."

Ten minutes later, Yan Huan lost again.

"..."

"That shouldn't be the case." He frowned, staring at the waitress, and questioned her:

"Are you cheating? I'm a Diamond-level player, how could I possibly lose to you?"

"Hehe... My three-year-old niece has already reached the King rank of 50 stars." The waitress maintained her smile.

Yan Huan: "..."

Waitress: "Mr. Yan Huan, we can play ranked matches, I'll help you rank up..."

"Actually, I'm not very good at this game." Yan Huan closed the game in the background and opened a new game.

"Let's play chess, I'll show you what a chess master really is!"