Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Then, he said to Estelle in front of him, "These weapons are too ordinary; March won't be interested."

March 7: "..."

Estelle's eyes widened: "This batch of weapons is already the best on the space station, March, is this not acceptable?"

March 7: "..."

Estelle sighed, "Well, I didn't expect you guys to have such high standards. It seems the train crew doesn't care about ordinary things."

So, under March 7's speechless gaze, Estelle looked around and, finding no one else nearby, began to untie the ties of her clothes.

"Hey, hey, hey, Estella, what are you doing!" March 7 rushed over and stopped her.

"No matter what, you should keep yourself pure. Yan Huan has mental problems, you don't need to treat yourself like this."

Estella shook her head.

"No, Yan Huan is a hero of the space station, I can't be stingy."

She removed March 7's hand and untied the sash.

"Aaaaaah, you beast, you're not allowed to look!" March 7th roared angrily, turning around and kicking Yan Huan.

"what?"

Yan Huan reacted a beat too slow and was kicked to the ground by March 7, rolling several times before stopping.

March 7th's chest heaved, his face flushed with anger, his pinkish-blue eyes wide open, and he gritted his teeth: "You beast, you're not allowed to steal other people's things anymore!"

Yan Huan dusted herself off, looking bewildered. "What...what did I do? Why did you hit me, Sanyue? Did I do something wrong?"

"What the hell are you talking about!" March 7th quickly kicked him, then pulled him around so that his back was to Estella, preventing him from seeing anything.

Just then, Estella's puzzled voice came from behind.

"What are you doing?"

On March 7th, turning his head, he saw that Estádio was holding the ribbon in her hand.

The clothes were intact.

"Huh? You, you weren't just now?"

I clearly remember Estella taking off her clothes just now.

"What?" Estelle asked, puzzled. "By the way, do you want this rope? It contains spatial power and can hold a lot of things. You just need to wear it on your body. This is my spare."

March 7th paused for a moment:

"Spare? Why are you wearing a spare on your person?"

Aista gave an innocent look: "We're fighting the Doomsday Beast today, so I brought it along. If the space station gets destroyed, I can take some equipment with me."

She reached out and offered the white knotted rope, which emitted a faint fragrance.

March 7th reached out and took it; it still held Estella's body heat.

"Can this really hold anything? It looks so small," March 7th asked doubtfully.

This white knot looks as thin as a shoelace.

Yan Huan: "March, since it's their good intention, let's not be picky anymore."

March 7: "..."

Yan Huan: "Look, we've been working on this for so long. We can just do a little bit and not damage the relationship between our train crew and the space station."

March 7: "..."

Estella sighed at this moment:

"Yes, yes, this is very rare; you can't buy it on the market. March, if you're still not satisfied, let's look at some others."

March 7: Why does it sound like I'm the one being unreasonable?!

I was just curious about the knot, but these two really know how to seize any opportunity.

Helpless, on March 7th, with tears in his eyes, he watched Yan Huan accept the belt and a phone that had not yet been released, and his account gained an extra billion.

even.

"Da da da da da—!!"

Yan Huan held up an AK-47 and fired wildly at the dark universe from the platform, having a great time.

"I know this gun well, I never knew it was so awesome to use," Yan Huan exclaimed.

March 7: "..."

"Bang bang bang bang-!!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan Huan pulled out the Desert Eagle pistol tucked into his waistband and fired several shots.

"This is good too. Ten of each of these weapons, please. Oh, and ten boxes of ammunition, please!"

March 7: "..."

Estella, standing behind him, nodded in agreement.

"Sure, I didn't expect you to like such a retro weapon, that's rare."

March 7th said helplessly, "Hey, aren't you supposed to have off-the-charts combat skills? Why would you need this kind of firearm?"

Yan Huan: "Actually, I've dreamed of being a sharpshooter since I was a child. Anyway, I should go back to my carriage now."

Watching Yan Huan leave with her load of goods, and March 7th leaving while complaining on the side, Aistar couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

He seems to be in a good mood.

At this moment, Alan, who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged.

"Miss."

“Hmm.” Aista smiled. “I didn’t expect to be able to befriend a Commander-level combatant with such a small amount of money. It’s a real bargain.”

“It’s just that Miss March 7th has suffered,” Alan said. “She’s really embarrassed.”

Estelle waved her hand:

"It's alright. March and Yan Huan are both very interesting people."

There was a hint of relief in her eyes.

“Mr. Walter said that if Yan Huan accepted my money, it meant he was willing to continue helping the Black Tower Space Station. He would definitely come back if anything happened here in the future.”

Alan nodded.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, he trusted his young mistress's judgment.

After watching Yan Huan and the other person walk away, the space station returned to the silence that should have been present after the disaster.

Chapter 11 March, your house is truly wonderful.

Inside the Starry Sky Train carriage.

Yan Huan stood in front of the door and gave instructions to March 7th:

"Okay, I need to rest now. You can go play somewhere else, I'll find you when I wake up."

As he was about to step inside, March 7th grabbed his hem.

He said angrily:

"If you're going to rest, then rest. What's the meaning of coming into my room?"

Yan Huan stood innocently in front of March 7's room.

"The atmosphere here is nice, I sleep more comfortably."

March 7: "..."

time.

It was like watching sows line up to jump into a ditch.

Time always flies by.

Observation carriage.

On the sofa, Yan Huan lay on her side, curled up.

I have to say, this sofa is quite comfortable, but it's a bit awkward to lie on it.

Beside her, Himeko was sipping coffee.

He took a small sip and smiled.

"Don't worry, once you calm down in March, I'll definitely return your room key. Why did you have to make her angry? Now you're stuck in the observation car."

Yan Huan forced a smile:

"The train is my home, so it doesn't matter where I sleep."

I'm a passenger on the train, so what's wrong with lying on the soft pink bed on March 7th?

Besides, I already promised to help her get a more expensive camera, so can't I just sit here for a bit?

He used to call himself "sugar daddy".

Sigh, a woman's heart.

Needle at the bottom of the sea.

"What? Are you insulting me?"

From a great distance, I could hear the sounds of March 7th.

She figured it was about time, so she took Yan Huan's room key and came out.

I was originally planning to return it to him, but seeing his resentful expression, I suddenly changed my mind.

"Haha, how could that be?" Yan Huan sat up abruptly and immediately responded with a sincere smile, which gave San Yueqi goosebumps.

"We're partners, you'll always be in my heart!"