Bengtie: Buli was the first to fight, and was captured by Jingliu at the beginning

"They are young and ignorant. They may have misunderstood my orders and actually treated our distinguished guests... On behalf of the Hound family, I would like to apologize to these two distinguished guests."

Gallaher looked carefully at the new legion commander of the Empire, but Gallaher valued the identity of Star Nameless Guest more.

"Are they the descendants Mikhail is waiting for?"

"This train crew is deeply involved with the Empire. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

Gallagher is wondering whether Xing can be trusted, and whether the empire or the train is more important in Xing's eyes.

If Xing directly snatched the inheritance back to the Empire, the train would be helpless. Gallagher obviously didn't know what the watchmaker's inheritance was.

"It's okay, we're not hurt, right? But you really need to take good care of her. How could such a cute girl be a stowaway?"

Xing's words made Liuying a little nervous and blushed. If Xing knew the truth, she wouldn't blame herself for hiding it from her, right?

Xing's eyes were also watching Galaha's existence. Xing, who had awakened his psychic powers, was extremely sensitive to souls, and this feeling was not like that of a living person.

It's very similar to the always-forgotten doorman Misha. It's really strange. Is this a family-wide ability, or...

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave now. If you need anything, please contact me through the nearby puppies. I wish you a similar dream."

Gallagher didn't want to have any in-depth contact with Xing for the time being, whether it was the Empire or the train, the time was not right.

"Hello, I'm Xing. Beautiful, you must be my fan. Do you need an autograph?"

Seeing that the troublesome person had left, Xing didn't even ask her name and directly pushed Liuying against the wall.

In her eyes, Liuying should be her fan, and may also know her former self.

"You...don't do this...I'm..."

Before Liuying could introduce herself, Xing and Liuying suddenly felt uneasy.

"Yes... yes... she is the commander of the Guardians of the Galaxy, the Galaxy Batman, and the Emperor's most beloved daughter."

"It's Master Xing, definitely Master Xing. He's exactly the same as the 'Pure and Beautiful Smile of the Star God'. There's absolutely no mistake."

"This is the youngest master artist in history, a congenitally artistic saint. As expected of the Emperor's descendants, each one of them is a talent."

"Master, I want to become your disciple and learn abstract art from you. I can also love trash cans."

Soon Xing was surrounded by his fans, but it was unclear how many of them were truly impressed by Xing's talent and how many just wanted to curry favor with him.

"It's me, Galaxy Bat Man, I'm the best!"

As the star praised the art, the essence of the subspace began to extract the power of faith from it, and the recognition of the art by these visitors would become part of the power of the star.

The throne of the star began to condense and take shape. On the throne, the subspace essence of the star began to show its prototype, and an artistic palace began to appear, the bedroom of Slaanesh.

If a demon in the Warp looked in this direction, they would see that it was a small purple sun, right above Slaanesh's chambers, blazing but not so hot that it was unapproachable.

A careful observation reveals that the so-called "sun" is actually a star core emitting enormous energy. Many Chaos Demons have begun to defect to their new master in the Warp.

The star's mentality began to change. His art was so wonderful, why did his fans (believers) only have one pair of eyes to watch it?

If... if my believers could grow a few more eyes, wouldn't they be able to see more wonderful paintings?

If I had more ears, I would be able to have a better experience when I release my own music albums...

The subspace began to gradually radicalize the emotions accepted by the stars. Without the pure belief in the golden toilet, they would encounter the distortion and radicalization of the subspace.

Do not know why?

The power of Xing is about to become a god. That's right, Hu Lei has been collecting it for hundreds of years but is still not ready. Xing is enough to become a god with just a small art exhibition.