"What are you worried about?!" Zeig asked in confusion.
"Sorry for the trouble Yanqing caused you."
Yukong suddenly bowed deeply to the two of them.
This scene left both Zeig and March 7th stunned for a moment.
Counting this time, it was the third conflict between the Express crew and the Xianzhou.
When they first arrived, Tingyun and the Cloud Knights wanted to lock the Express crew in prison, and the former had already knelt once.
While eating, the Cloud Knights wanted to bring the Express crew to the Palace of Astrum for questioning, nearly making the Palace of Astrum disappear from the world.
After leaving the Palace of Astrum, Yanqing came to solo Welt, nearly making Yanqing disappear from the world as well.
Along the way, the Express crew hadn't run into any Stellaron Hunters or killed a few void soldiers, but they kept clashing with the Xianzhou again and again.
"Allies of the Express, I, Yukong, guarantee to you here that the Xianzhou will never have any more conflicts with you."
"This is also the General's intention."
Yukong slowly raised her fair chin:
"Now that the Xianzhou faces imminent danger, with various forces hidden in the clouds and mist, we really shouldn't keep having internal conflicts."
Hearing this, March 7th looked up with her small face:
"Internal conflicts are one thing, but afterward we still have to treat your people. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Healing Cloud Knights, repairing the Palace of Astrum, and just now saving Yanqing who had nearly fallen into mara.
Although Zeig would charge some consultation fees, they had truly done everything they could.
"That is indeed the case. We are very grateful for the Express's generosity and righteousness. These matters were our fault. As compensation…"
As she spoke, Yukong slowly stepped aside, revealing the scene outside the door.
"This fine starskiff is hereby gifted to you."
"A starskiff?!"
March 7th walked out the door and silently stared at the ship floating slowly in the air, asking in confusion:
"This wouldn't happen to be the one you piloted over here, right?"
"Mm, that's correct."
"Are you changing vehicles, so you're giving us the old one?"
"This is a new one."
"But it doesn't have any paint smell."
"It's a starskiff. It doesn't have that kind of smell."
"…"
Zeig walked out:
"But we don't have a driver's license."
"No problem. I can specially approve that the Express crew does not need a driver's license."
"What if we crash?"
"Pay for it yourselves."
"…" "…"
After explaining the procedures, Yukong left, saying she had matters to attend to.
Meanwhile, the Express crew happily received a Xianzhou specialty vehicle.
"Wow, Uncle Yang fought three battles and won us a car!"
March 7th stroked the exterior of the starskiff, praising it repeatedly:
"How exactly does this thing float? Do other planets sell them? If we sell it, wouldn't we get quite a bit of money?"
"Good question, but aren't we forgetting someone?"
"Who?"
…
In a certain dimly lit room.
Welt sat by the bed, fingers interlaced, staring blankly at the image projected by the projector.
'Hahahaha… This place is now called Yang Transcendent Square!'
'Brat, you scared?'
'Mere insignificant trick, daring to show off in front of an expert? Star of Eden!'
'Brat, wake up! Hey, you lost. At least kowtow a few times, right?'
'Stinky woman, today I'm going to make sure there is no more Palace of Astrum in this world!'
'Hahahahaha—! This is the true Anti-Entropy Leader—the true Welt—the true… me—!!'
Beep—!!
Welt slammed the remote, turning off the footage.
"…"
More than ten minutes later.
The door creaked open.
March 7th stepped into the room, immediately frowning:
"Wow, it's so dark in here. The curtains are pulled completely shut. Uncle Yang, have you turned into Dracula?!"
"Huh, Uncle Yang? Where are you?!"
"Did he die?" Zeig frowned.
"It's so dark in here. If he died, wouldn't it start to stink?" March 7th pinched her delicate nose.
Welt: "…"
"Wow! Uncle Yang, what are you squatting there for?! You look like a ghost!"
From March 7th's perspective, Welt was currently hugging his knees and squatting in the corner, his hair abnormally messy, as if he had been frantically scratching it.
His eyes looked haggard. He slowly raised his head and forced an ugly smile:
"Oh… You're here. Are we departing?"
"Ah… Uncle Yang, it's not about whether we're departing or not anymore. Do you want to go see a doctor?"
"No need… I'm fine."
"Really? Is it because fighting that little boy was too tiring, so your mental state is bad now?"
"No… I'm not tired."
Zeig stood beside March 7th, stroking his chin and pondering for a moment. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him:
"Oh—!!"
"I know! He's on his period!"
"?"
March 7th narrowed her eyes:
"What kind of brain circuit is that?! Uncle Yang is an old man. How could he be on his period?!"
Welt: "…"
"Then why is he squatting there? If it's not his period, is he using the toilet?"
"Maybe he really is using the toilet?"
"But he's not holding any paper in his hand!"
Zeig pointed at Welt and said righteously:
"Who goes to the toilet without paper these days!"
March 7th frowned:
"Clearly you're the one who's inexperienced. Uncle Yang is so experienced. What's wrong with not using paper? I heard that in some places, people use their hands."
Welt: "…"
"I don't believe it. If you've got the guts, make him demonstrate it for me to see."
"Let's go then. Who's afraid of whom!"
March 7th put her hands on her hips and said to Welt in a deep voice:
"Uncle Yang, show Zeig one!"
"…"
The entire dimly lit room fell silent for a long time.
Welt, squatting in the corner, exhaled a breath of turbid air and said wearily:
"Zeig, from now on I will never eat anything you hand me again."
"?"
"When you were the captain, you liked to control the Hyperion to sway back and forth, shaking the Valkyries. Now you're here to harm me again."
"Alliance Leader, we must be reasonable about everything. Am I that kind of boring person?"
Welt slowly stood up, pointed at the projector over there, and said in a deep voice:
"You recorded it yourself, fine, but why did you play it for me…"
"?"
Zeig looked blankly at the projector on the bed and said in confusion:
"I didn't play it! This isn't something I played!"
He turned and pointed at the camcorder outside the door, arguing on principle:
"I was planning to watch it with everyone after returning to the Express. How could I let the Alliance Leader enjoy it ahead of time?!"
March 7th said speechlessly:
"If it wasn't you who played it, then who? On the Xianzhou, who else would have the guts… to specially enter Uncle Yang's rest room to play this for him?!"
"It really wasn't me."
"Oh right!" March 7th suddenly recalled something and said excitedly:
"You yourself said earlier that you wanted to show this to Uncle Yang!"
"I did say that… but."
"You don't need to explain."
"Damn, it really wasn't me!"
The three of them argued noisily as they walked out of the room.
…
After their figures disappeared, the room fell silent again.
After a long silence…
In the darkness, an orange-red mask slowly appeared.
…
…
"Hahahahaha…!"