Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

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March 7th frown:

"Pepe isn't wearing a translation helmet, so how are you communicating with it?"

Yan Huan: "I don't know either, maybe my brainwaves are different from ordinary people."

March 7: "Is this the brainwaves of a lunatic? Anyone who can understand it is no longer a normal person."

Yan Huan: "Perhaps. Today I almost lost one of my top generals. It seems I should be more discreet in my interactions with General Pei in the future."

Pepe: "Yeah~ (That's how it should be)"

March 7: "..."

There was no one else in the entire ward besides the two people and the dog.

Outside the room, Alan obeyed Estád's orders to hold the line and not let Yan Huan take Peipei away to play cards again.

"Ah, Lord Joyful Star God." Alan bowed repeatedly upon seeing the newcomer.

Aha waved his hand, "Don't give me that. Where's that kid? Has your stationmaster finished beating him?"

"It's over. Mr. Yan Huan has woken up thanks to the doctor's efforts and is now lying inside with Pei Pei, receiving follow-up treatment."

"Heh." Aha sneered and walked towards the ward with his hands behind his back.

In his line of sight, a pink-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed, her pink-blue eyes filled with anger, yet she still helplessly served the mummy whose leg was draped in plaster.

Aha's lips curled up, and he said disdainfully as he walked away:

"Hey kid, you're pretty tough, huh? Still got the urge to use your hands?"

Yan Huan said frankly:

"I have a clear conscience, and all my actions were just!"

Aha gave a thumbs up:

"Awesome, awesome!"

He glanced at the dog lying on the hospital bed next to him and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Damn it, I'm not so low as to be playing cards with dogs, and you still dare to say you're in good mental condition!"

March 7th also nodded:

"Who knows what he's thinking? If it weren't for Himeko-neechan telling me to keep an eye on him, I would have run away long ago."

Ah-ha clicked his tongue in admiration:

"You're amazing, you can still stand it even with so many seeds spit on your clothes."

"Huh?" March 7th lowered his head.

She saw that her clothes were indeed covered in 1234567... There were about 12 black dots in her field of vision, and she was immediately enraged.

She quickly grabbed a pillow and slammed it down on the dead mummy on the bed, "Bang bang bang—!!"

"Damn it, Yan Huan, you did this on purpose, didn't you?! Are you blind?! Can't you tell the difference between a trash can and me?! Look how much you've vomited on my clothes, damn it! I think you might as well just shut your mouth up with a cast!"

The mummy on the bed groaned as it was hit. He tried to shout something, but the relentless pounding on March 7th silenced him.

Aha simply moved a chair over and sat down opposite the bed.

They even somehow managed to get a dining table, set out the cutlery, and served steak with red wine, and started eating right there.

Eat while watching.

Ten minutes later.

The mummy lay prostrate on the bed, his hands trembling as he picked the grape seeds off March 7's clothes one by one.

There was one that was too far away to reach, and Yan was about to give up when he saw the murderous look in March 7's eyes above him.

Yan Huan: "..."

His hands trembled as he struggled to reach the grape seed stuck to his clothes.

At that moment, Black Tower walked in.

"What...are you doing?"

As soon as she entered, she saw a mummy lying prone on the bed, its trembling hand wrapped in bandages raised, touching something on March 7th's body.

Meanwhile, Star God Aha sat across from him on the bed, cutting his steak with great interest, having already finished most of a bottle of red wine.

"Help! Patient abuse! Help! Help me!"

They stuffed a banana into the mummy's mouth, and March 7th turned back to explain:

"It's all this guy's fault, he spat grape seeds all over my clothes!"

Black Tower nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

"Oh, I just came to see you. Estella isn't so angry anymore. Now let Ms. Yan Huan kowtow to her a few times, and this matter will be settled for today."

Yan Huan: "?"

He swallowed the unpeeled banana in one gulp and exclaimed in shock:

"No, I'm already like this, why should I kowtow to her a few more times? I've been helping her take care of General Pei, why doesn't she kowtow to me a few times?"

A few minutes later.

Estelle stood by the hospital bed, nodded, and left, quite satisfied.

On that hospital bed, both Yan and General Pei were lying prostrate on the bed, looking quite disheveled.

Across from the bed, Aha had already opened two bottles of red wine and eaten several steaks.

On March 7th, someone earnestly advised:

"Did you hear that? You're not allowed to lead Peipei astray again, or I'll have to come back again."

The mummy turned over, lay on its back on the hospital bed, and embraced General Pey, who was also wrapped in bandages.

"Ha, that's hilarious."

March 7: "..."

While the mummy followed the mentality of verbally apologizing but daring to do it again next time.

Within his consciousness space, a long-lost electronic sound rang out.

[Host has sufficient experience in slacking off. Upgrade the star core?]

"Ok?"

He silently replied, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Huan felt a powerful force flowing through her meridians into her entire body.

It made him feel refreshed immediately, and he didn't even need to wrap himself in bandages anymore.

"Bang!" He suddenly leaped up.

March 7th and Peipei: "???"

The mummy landed steadily on the table, crushing the plaster cast on its foot with one foot.

"boom--!!"

The Star God, delighted by the sight, couldn't help but wipe the plaster dust off his face and look up at the mummy that had suddenly landed on his table.

He pointed to his head and said helplessly to Yan Huan:

"...You should still go see a doctor. There's no rush to be discharged."

……

Chapter 40 I, Yan, can do anything!

[Current Star Core Level: Commander Tier 2]

Yan Huan stood on the table, her heart filled with excitement.

The "give up" system is great.

Aha:

"..."

"It seems you're almost fully recovered, right?"

Below, the God of Pleasure, holding a knife and fork, chuckled to himself.

Yan Huan: "?"