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Yes, the poisonous milk was delivered from a distance.
Cheng Che was in the space station, and he just chatted with Walter for a while on the train, and he got acne after just a short conversation.
This... is extremely toxic.
Walter pressed Dan Heng to the chair opposite Cheng Che, went to the tea room to pour two glasses of water, and pulled over a chair to sit down. "If your ability can be controlled, it may enhance your combat effectiveness a little."
Cheng Che thought about it and said, "Perhaps this is possible, but sir, you may not have considered what I should use to practice this ability."
Walter thought about it, took out his phone and sent a few photos to Cheng Che, “Practice with them.”
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and reached out to swipe the phone on the table.
On the screen was a woman with purple-red hair, slightly squinting eyes and very little white in her eyes. She looked like the true embodiment of the word "crazy". Not only was she crazy, but her figure was also crazy.
Following closely behind was a girl with silver-gray hair blowing bubble gum.
"The wanted list of Interstellar Peace Corporation." Walter explained in a deep voice, "The attack on the space station a few days ago was also related to them."
If you can’t try it on your own people, try it on others.
On the matter of Cheng Che's abilities, he and Ji Zi highly agree.
Either let Cheng Che stay behind and curse, and the Pioneer Team can collect small props used for rituals on various planets.
Either let Cheng Che stay in front and use...
Walter's eyes fell on the big words on Cheng Che's chest, and slowly moved down...
Ahem, I can’t move. I’m going to be cursed.
"I can't do it." Cheng Che locked the screen and took a sip from the water cup. "I am obsessed with looks."
Walter’s eyelids jumped, and he stretched out his fingers to push his glasses, “This face control…”
Is that what he thought?
"I won't curse any beautiful woman who could potentially become my wife." Cheng Che said madly with an expressionless face, not minding at all that the two calm and measured men in front of him would label him as a pervert.
He exhaled slowly, and tried to lift the corners of his mouth upwards. "If I curse them, I will be alone for the rest of my life."
Walter narrowed his eyes, “Really?”
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded seriously.
"Does it count as an accidental injury?" Dan Heng took out his cell phone and swiped it, then suddenly paused.
He raised his eyes to look at Cheng Che with a cold expression, but no matter how you listened to his voice, you could feel a hint of excitement among the spectators.
Cheng Che thought about it and said, "It should be considered."
But he has never even met these two people, and has never cursed them, so the poisonous milk shouldn’t have any effect... right?
Dan Heng nodded, turned his phone around and placed it on the table, pushing it to the middle. "Maybe you can take a look at the latest pictures released by the company."
Cheng Che lowered his head, staring at the photo of the woman with purple hair.
The photo seems to be a snapshot and is a bit blurry.
The woman was standing by the wall, fiddling with the gun in her hand, with a glaring pimple at the corner of her mouth.
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, and his usually expressionless face could not help but frown tightly. He couldn't believe it, "Oh no... I don't even know them, why are they saying bad things about me!"
Walter took off his glasses and wiped them, then put them back on and looked at the photo carefully.
After a while, Walter sighed and raised his head, his tone solemn, “Congratulations, you don’t have a wife anymore.”
Chapter 6 is a warrior.
"You two are digging through the trash again!"
The pink-haired girl had her hands on her hips, a facial mask on her face, and was squinting at the two people in front of her who were about to stuff their heads into the trash can.
"Garbage made me rich." Xing didn't even turn around and stuffed a small paper bag to Cheng Che next to him, "I don't recognize this, it's yours."
Cheng Che took it and threw it into the snakeskin bag behind him, "This credit point... should be yours."
Xing nodded, also carrying a huge snakeskin bag behind him.
"Hey, hey..." Sanyueqi squeezed in between the two people, with a speechless look on his face, "Is the trash can easy to dig through?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che took out another small box and stuffed it into the snakeskin bag. "To be honest, the space station does a good job of sorting garbage. At least it doesn't stink."
Sanyueqi hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Xing, "Do you think so too?"
Hearing this, Xing turned around, her golden eyes flashing, "Actually, you can find a lot of things..."
March 7:…
"For example?" Sanyueqi looked at the two people in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, "You can't find many credit points, right?"
"Like finding clothes." Cheng Che took out a few pieces of clothes wrapped in wrapping paper from a snakeskin bag with a bored look on his face, pointed at the words on them, and then pointed at the words on the body, "Do you think they are meant for me?"
March 7 moved his eyes downwards, and clothes of various colors and styles came into view, but without exception, they all had the same printed fonts.
"I swear to never be a ghost!"
San Yue Qi pursed his lips and said, "It's fate."
"The dog system is not human." Cheng Che muttered in a low voice, turned his head and looked at Xing, "Change to the next one?"
"Next one." The gray-haired girl nodded heavily and pointed to the side with a baseball bat in her hand, "We haven't turned over that side yet."
Hearing this, Cheng Che straightened up and said, "Let's go, let me see what legacy the dog system can leave for me."
San Yueqi looked at the man and woman in front of him blankly, and felt that the current composition of the train set was a bit strange.
Two new members added to the expressionless group?
"Wait..." Sanyueqi seemed to remember something and reached out to grab their wrists.
"What's going on?" Cheng Che turned his head and looked at San Yue Qi, "Is there anything wrong?"
San Yue Qi stretched out a finger and shook it. "I have a small question. How do you distribute the garbage? Won't you fight over the garbage?"
"The credit points belong to her." Cheng Che reached out and pressed back San Yue Qi's finger, and said softly, "The rest belongs to me."
"For example?" San Yue Qi blinked, his pale blue eyes full of doubt, "You don't even want the money..."
"All the weird things I don't recognize belong to him." Xing followed closely and pointed at Cheng Che, thinking and speaking, "For example, weird things like little bells and cat ears..."
As soon as he finished speaking, San Yue Qi's eyes suddenly became filled with horror.
Little bell!
Cat ears!
Cross-dressing guy wow!
"Don't look at me with such a weird look." Cheng Che narrowed his eyes, pointed his finger at San Yue Qi's forehead and pushed it back, "Otherwise I will not be able to help but curse you."
March 7:! ! !
The pink-haired girl quickly covered her mouth, then held up a finger and whispered, "One more thing."
Cheng Che turned around and walked towards the next trash can with Xing, "Speak."
"Ms. Black Tower wants you to go find her." Sanyueqi put his hands behind his back, his pale blue eyes sparkling, "Right now."
Hearing this, Cheng Che stopped and turned around, "Are you talking about the owner of the space station?"
"Yes, but not in person." Sanyueqi waved his hand and pointed in a direction, "Over there."
Cheng Che thought for a moment, then put the snakeskin bag in San Yue Qi's hand and said, "Please help me put it in the bedroom."
"And me." Xing also put a snakeskin bag in Sanyueqi's hand and said softly, "Don't get it mixed up."
It was hard for her to imagine cat ears appearing in her room.
San Yueqi blinked his eyes, and before he could say no, the two people disappeared from his sight.
She tilted her head, holding two huge, plump snakeskin bags in her hands, "Should I be glad they didn't ask me to help rummage through the trash cans?"
At first glance, the layout of the space station can only be described as high-tech, but at least it does not exceed the upper limit of human acceptance.
Cheng Che followed Xing along the corridor. He could hear the researchers whispering beside him and his lower back felt hot, as if it was being illuminated by a 180-watt searchlight.
After a while, Cheng Che finally couldn't help but stop.
Xing turned her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, "What's wrong?"
"Anyone who looks at my butt will get stye." Cheng Che said expressionlessly, pushing open the door in front of him that was guarded by two guards, "Everyone!"
star:……
Xing followed Cheng Che's footsteps, trying hard to control her gaze from going to strange places to avoid being deceived.
But...does the space station have medicine for treating stye? Lots of it!
"You are here." The girl standing in front of the strange device raised her head, her long gray-purple hair draped behind her and she wore a small hat on her head.
The skirt was a pure white one, and the top had a hint of purple and black, but the visible seams at the joints were exposed.
Cheng Che was slightly startled, and stood not far away looking at the girl, "Doll?"
"Yes." Heita smiled a little, "Welcome to the space station, next..."
Miss Doll turned around and fixed her eyes on the machine in front of her. "I would like to ask you two to explore the secrets of the Star God for me."
Hearing this, a hint of confusion flashed in Xing's eyes, and his gaze fell on the strange machine in front of him.
Using technology to explore the secrets of the Star God?
"Wait, I have a question." Cheng Che suddenly said, his hands in the pockets of his shorts.
"What?" Heita turned around again and looked at Cheng Che with puzzled eyes.
Cheng Che's eyes fell on Heita's knees and he whispered, "How many puppets do you have?"
"There are 249 permanent ones and 32 spare ones." Heita raised his chin slightly and looked at the two people in front of him. "Xing asked me the same question before."
"Yes." Xing nodded, "Because the space station is full of your puppets."
I can’t tell where we’ll meet.