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"Once a person embarks on a certain path, there is no turning back." Xing looked at the backs of several people, shook his head and sighed slightly, his voice full of emotion, "Our companions are going astray."
March 7:…
what?
"What are you talking about?" San Yueqi turned to look at Xing blankly and said hesitantly: "This sentence sounds a bit familiar..."
"It's just a feeling." Xing spread his hands and held the baseball bat, "So next we--"
Just like rummaging through a trash can, once you start you can no longer resist the temptation.
Hey……
"Ouch."
Before he could finish his words, a small cannonball hit March 7's leg.
San Yueqi exclaimed and sat on the ground looking at the little kid in front of him.
"Sister, you are standing in the middle of the road!" The blond child put his hands on his hips and accused righteously, "You are blocking me!"
Sanyueqi tilted his head, "But... why did you run into the middle of the road?"
"Because our Mole Party is..." The child paused, "Why should I tell you?"
As he spoke, the child tilted his head in confusion and tapped the ground with the toe of his shoe.
"What is the Mole Party?" March 7 squatted in front of the child and asked in confusion.
"The Mole Gang is..." The child looked around and whispered into March Seven's ear.
At one side, Xing sighed heavily, looking with lifeless eyes at March Seven who was eager to join the Mole Party.
She crossed her arms and murmured weakly, "Is there no one who respects Bronya for running away?"
"Respect?" Sambo held two number plates in his hand and asked in confusion, "Don't I respect you enough?"
As he spoke, Sangbo handed over the number plate, "Cold-faced little green dragon, butt-lifting little crow, I respect you very much."
This is the name that Sambo thought out specially for his friends who got along well with him at first sight!
Not to mention stunning, it definitely outshines all others!
Cheng Che only felt that the slippers in his bag were a little excited, and his eyes were fixed on the five big words.
What is a little crow with a raised butt?
What kind of naming logic is this?!
"You can choose a name that is down-to-earth, but you can't choose a name that is down-to-earth." Cheng Che looked coldly at Sang Bo as he put the number plate on himself, then looked at the number plate on Sang Bo's body, "I think you can change your name."
"What name do you want to change to?" Sangbo squinted his eyes, his eyes full of excitement. "You two must show your skills later. I have put a lot of pressure on you!"
Hey!
Isn't this revenge?!
I will take a picture of Cheng Che with the number tag later and use it to threaten Cheng Che to hand over the film!
Your butt must never be left out in the open!
"Brother Deep Blue." Cheng Che sneered and took a coin from Sang Bo's hand, "Lend it to me."
Having said that, Cheng Che turned and left, blending into the crowd with the number tag of Little Crow with a Perky Butt.
Dan Heng stood where he was, trying to hold back the twitching corners of his mouth.
He glanced at Sambo, who was looking so excited that he looked like he had suddenly become rich, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "He has a strong desire for revenge."
Even if you don't provoke him, you will be poisoned, let alone Sangbo rushing to dance on Cheng Che's face.
"Ah?" Sambo touched the back of his head, "I know..."
That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?
When did he, Sambo, miss a little bit of happiness?
"You probably don't know one thing." Dan Heng touched the last coin in Sangbo's hand and whispered, "He has no fighting ability at all."
The last coin was used to bet all of Sambo’s pocket money.
Too bad.
Dan Heng walked through the crowd, stuffed the coins in his hand into Cheng Che's hand, and whispered something to him.
Sambo stood there in a daze, "What?"
You dare to play like this when you don't have any fighting ability at all?
But...
He bet on Cheng Che to lose by playing Sambo...
"Not a loss." Sangbo chuckled, took out a pen from his pocket and scribbled on his number plate.
Indeed, the dark blue handsome guy is not as eye-catching as the dark blue sexy guy.
He is a sambo, if he is cool, he will show it openly!
Chapter 38 You are famous.
"I said his gloves pinched his hands."
"Look, the trap is stuck in the protective net and can't be pulled out."
"Look at these muscles. If I punch him, he will immediately kneel down and beg for mercy... Look, he's dead, right?"
"He's not dead yet, but he has a breath left. Ban him from the game."
"Tsk tsk, these shoes... sprain my ankle."
When Sangbo found Cheng Che in the crowd again, Cheng Che was already sitting in the VIP seat with a pile of money in his arms. In his hand, he was holding some melon seeds that he had dug out from some trash can. He carefully peeled off the shells and collected the kernels in a small cup.
On the table in front of him was a dazzling array of drinks and food, and he looked like a regular customer.
"You..." Sangbo touched his empty pocket and said hesitantly, "Did you go to rob money?"
If he wanted to rob money, Sambo would just cheat some and run away.
From then on, Cheng Che reflected on his mistakes in prison, while he lived a carefree and happy life outside.
It’s not too much to inherit the legacy of a good friend who you hit it off with right away, right?
"This is my strength." Cheng Che patted the seat next to him and said softly, "Shaonan, come and sit down."
Sambo: ...
He suddenly felt that Cheng Che had some ill intentions...
"What's your strength?" Sang Bo thought about it and decided to sit next to Cheng Che.
He looked at the food on the table, poured the melon seeds that Cheng Che had peeled into his palm and ate them in one bite.
Comfortable!
"You ate my happiness." Cheng Che was wearing glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses seemed to emit a murderous intent at this moment, "My happiness!"
Do you know how happy it is to eat a handful of melon seeds?
He has been peeling it for half an hour!
Sambo: ...
Sambo was silent for a while, then nodded, "Very happy indeed."
Especially Cheng Che's current expression, which is very appetizing.
Cheng Che looked at Sang Bo steadily, and after thinking for a long time, he spoke, "You like to watch fun, right?"
"Of course. What's the difference between a life without fun and a screw?" Sambo lifted his blue hair and smiled, "Isn't that right?"
"Indeed." Cheng Che patted Sangbo's shoulder, straining his stiff facial muscles and showing a ferocious smile, "Who would have thought that Leziren's underwear would fade."
Sambo: ...
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"How do you know my underwear is faded?!" Sang Bo looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. He didn't care about being shocked by Cheng Che's weird expression and asked back, "You peeked at me changing clothes? You pervert?!"
The voice was so loud that the noisy fight club fell into a brief silence.
Pairs of eyes moved over and looked strangely at the man who stood up from the VIP seat with a shocked look on his face.
Ah this...
You look pretty handsome, why don’t you buy some nicer underwear?
Not to mention it’s expensive, at least it won’t fade, right?
Sambo: ...
He suddenly felt that the fight club was not suitable for him anymore, and decided to live on an uninhabited planet...
"Congratulations." Cheng Che finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sat cross-legged on the sofa in the VIP seat, propped up his chin and spoke lazily, "You're famous."
"That... it won't fade." Sangbo opened his mouth and waved his hands at the people around him, "He's talking nonsense..."
Dan Heng came over at some point and sat down calmly, "It's fading even if it doesn't fade."
Whether in the eyes of outsiders or in reality.
The more outrageous the words came out of Cheng Che's mouth, the more real they were.
Cheng Che pulled his bag over and pulled out a box of underwear from the trash can in the lower level area. "Three pairs for ten yuan. They won't fade. I promise."
Sambo: ...
"Are you laughing at me?" Sambo's bright eyes lost their luster, and he said with despair, "I want to live on another planet..."
Dan Heng picked up a glass of water and took a sip. "You can consider joining the train team."
Since then, Cheng Che and Sang Bo have been fighting each other, and no one should harm other normal people!
"This is a gift for my good friend who I hit it off with right away." Cheng Che stuffed the money on the table into his bag and said earnestly, "Who doesn't know that I, Cheng Che, am a polite person?"
"That's true... Thank you..." Sambo sat in his seat with a pale face and a desolate look, "But my underwear really doesn't fade... and..."