Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Walter: "..."

"Who else has the means to wear this outfit? I've been a loser my whole life... I'm so ashamed."

Walter: "..."

"Do you think I don't know if these underwear are real or not?"

Walter: "..."

"Please, please stop bothering me. If I had the chance, who wouldn't want to be a rich, handsome, and successful man?"

Seeing that Yan had sat down on the ground and started sobbing like a wronged woman, March 7th stepped forward, frowned, and said:

"Alright, alright, we're all just ordinary guys, and you're trying to leave our group on your own! Even if I agreed, Danheng wouldn't!"

"Is he even a loser? I thought he was just a repressed pervert." Yan Huan stopped crying.

Dan Heng: "..."

Seeing that it was almost time, Alan said to Yan Huan:

"Mr. Yan Huan, um, you probably haven't eaten yet, have you? This is fried rice that I made myself, I hope you don't mind."

As he spoke, he took out a plate of fried rice and handed it to Yan Huan.

"?"

Yan smelled the boxed lunch and stared at Alan suspiciously:

"It wasn't dropped on the ground, was it? Or did Estella, on behalf of General Pe, put something in it before having you deliver it?"

"No, no, I cooked it myself," Alan quickly waved his hand and stammered an explanation.

"Oh~ You cooked it yourself! I get it, there was definitely something wrong!" Yan Huan revealed a ferocious look, took out a silver needle from her pocket, and pierced the fried rice.

Swish——! !

Under Alan's gaze, the silver needle was turning slightly black.

"Holy crap, it really is poisonous!" Yan shouted, holding up the blackened silver needle.

The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly tense!

"???" Even March 7th held his breath!

The head of the space station's defense department brazenly poisoned the quasi-celestial god of pleasure on the Star Train!

Alan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he was momentarily at a loss for what to do and anxiously said:

"How...how could that be?! I...I clearly made it myself, and Miss loved it. I...I just wanted to thank Mr. Yan Huan. You saved the Black Tower Space Station last time, how could I possibly poison it?!"

Yan held the fried rice box in one hand and the gradually blackening silver needle in the other, his eyes slightly narrowed:

"I never imagined that a mere bowl of fried rice could be so dangerous!"

"Fine, since fate won't accept me, then I'll face death!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan opened his mouth wide and, as if feeding him, shoved the fried rice upside down into his mouth!

Its throat kept moving as it swallowed.

This scene was shocking to everyone who witnessed it.

Just as Yan Huan was about to eat, Walter reached out to stop her, but he didn't expect her to be so fast that she actually put the food upside down in her mouth.

With gulping sounds, the whole box of fried rice was completely devoured.

March 7th widened its pinkish-blue eyes and shouted:

"No way, you're drinking fried rice like it's water! You don't even chew it, how can you swallow that?!"

Yan Huan wiped her mouth and then turned the lunchbox over, without spilling a single grain of rice.

This greatly shocked Alan!

He quickly advised:

"Mr. Yan, you should come with me to see a doctor. I don't know why there was poison in the food. But don't worry, I will investigate thoroughly. Now let's get you checked out. Please come with me quickly..."

As he spoke, he tried to help Yan Huan walk away.

Dan Heng calmly said:

"Actually, the silver needle turning black does not mean that the food has actually been poisoned. It is just an exaggerated technique used in movies and TV shows."

"Hahahaha! So what if it's poisonous? I, Yan, will surely make this world cough cough cough cough..."

Clearly, he choked.

Alan quickly patted his back.

On March 7th, he ran to his feet and picked up the silver needle that had just been accidentally dropped.

She held it in her hand and examined it carefully:

"Huh, the silver needle is still turning black. It's obviously not the fried rice that's the problem."

"Let me see." Walter took the silver needles and squinted his eyes.

After a moment, he said:

"This... is a specially made prop, right? Look, it turns black for a while and then returns to its original state."

On March 7th, he turned back to Yan and asked:

Where did you buy these silver needles?

Yan replied:

“A film crew that just finished filming sold them to me for half price. I still have hanging cloths and fake stones.”

As he spoke, he pulled a long white cloth from his pocket.

It looks like something out of a period drama, used to hang oneself from a roof beam.

March 7th frowned slightly, and said with disdain:

"This thing is so unlucky, you should put it away quickly!"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a prop from the film crew, it's not like anyone died there." Yan reluctantly put the white cloth into his pocket.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thankfully, they were just props. Mr. Yan Huan, I'm so glad you're alright."

I must say, Alan was quite moved.

Even if the fried rice was poisonous, Yan Huan still ate it all without hesitation.

This is the greatest recognition of Alan's feelings.

"Speaking of which, when are the guests visiting the space station coming?" Yan Huan looked around.

The entire space station's walkways have been cleaned spotlessly, making it look just like a leader has come down to inspect the place.

“Oh, there’s still some time,” Alan replied.

"There's still some time... how much time? I've seen you guys busy for so long, is the other party that distinguished?" Yan Huan asked curiously.

Back when the Star God of Joy stayed here to hold a vote on insanity, there wasn't this kind of spectacle on the space station.

"Uh... about five hours?"

"..."

Upon hearing Alan's answer, Yan immediately picked a department and went inside.

They played Minesweeper on their computers.

"..."

Walter had originally gotten out of the car to deliver the red underwear, and now that Yan Huan had put it on under Alan's supervision, he left as well.

Dan Heng and San Yueqi sat together at the desks on either side of Yan Huan and continued playing on their computers.

On March 7th, he rested his chin on one hand, boredly holding the mouse and playing some simple web games, so simple that all he had to do was click the mouse.

If Danheng didn't invite him to play games on March 7th, he would look at some more materials.

The machine between the two of them then made a sound.

Such a sound came from inside.

"Nicolas! Get out here!" A man riding on a cloud of smoke stepped into a sacred place.

March 7th, Danheng: "?"

……

"Quick, quick, come to my house and get my Rex 5. Just ask my grandma; she charges it for me every day, so she knows where it is. Hurry!"

……

"I'll test your codes!"

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"Not only am I here, but also my animal friends! *burp*"

"Roar!"

……

On March 7th, Danheng and I both looked at Yan Huan's computer.

"What are you looking at?" March 7th asked.

"The love-hate relationship between the traditionalists and the reformers is really interesting! We're waiting for guests, right? I think it could last for several episodes!"

"..."

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Chapter 120 You told me to lick it?