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I don’t know, but the system’s legacy shouldn’t let him down.
What good is there in cheating him?
I exploded myself...
"It seems I don't need to arrange a spaceship for you." Kafka thought for a moment and smiled gently, "But please give me a few more notes."
Kafka said as she held out her hand, palm facing up, "I suddenly feel like I'm using a sticky note to summon a little crow."
Cheng Che's eyes fell on Kafka's face, and he tore off a few pieces of sticky notes and handed them over. "The little crow can exert power through the air, so there is no need to summon it."
Hearing this, Kafka was startled.
She glanced at the silent Blade and pursed her lips, "That makes sense."
Across the air...
It’s just that the range is so wide that the curse can be cast successfully across several planets.
"Let's go back." Cheng Che threw the two pairs of pants in his hand to Ren in a calm voice.
blade:……
Ren raised his eyes in silence, looking at Cheng Che with gloomy eyes.
"This is of good quality." Cheng Che instructed, tearing off the note on the wall and putting it in his pocket.
Kafka chuckled and said with emotion: "You really care about your new colleagues..."
"I'm just concerned that I might get stabbed." Cheng Che sighed and waved his hand, "I'm going back."
"Wouldn't you like to stay and chat for a while?"
Kafka's voice was full of laughter. She sat on the simple stool as if she was sitting in an opera house, with an elegant posture and outstanding temperament.
She propped up her chin and looked at Cheng Che, chuckling softly, "Building relationships between new colleagues? Chatting on a snowy night..."
"I don't have the habit of chatting at night." Cheng Che glanced at the slippers on his feet, his voice full of helplessness.
He ran away under the pretext of taking a shower, but he was inextricably linked to the bathroom.
If this continues, I won't be able to clear myself of the blame for my weak body.
Even if you die, you will be nailed on the pillar of shame of physical weakness!
Hearing this, Kafka smiled and asked, "Do you have any handy weapons? Do you need me to prepare anything for you?"
"No need." Cheng Che sighed lightly and disappeared again.
Looking at the empty house, Kafka's smile deepened.
The wind on Yalilo No. 6 was biting cold, and the snow was howling into the dilapidated house.
Kafka rubbed her fingertips and murmured with laughter, "My new colleague is really interesting..."
"Prepare two lipsticks for him."
Ren snorted, holding the knife and sitting against the wall, closing his eyes, "I hope he won't say any more nonsense in the future..."
"Not necessarily." Kafka chuckled and picked up the thermos cup that had appeared on the shabby table at some point.
The steaming black sesame paste has a fragrant aroma.
Kafka poured a cup and handed it to the man beside her, saying softly, "Aren, our new colleague is very interesting."
Blade opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Kafka.
Yes, it is interesting indeed.
I was going to kill him, but I couldn't because of some inexplicable curse.
just now……
Hey……
Ren sighed heavily and hugged the two pairs of pants in his arms tightly.
At this moment, Ren vaguely felt that the curses were all Cheng Che's tricks.
Does Cheng Che just want to be a middleman selling pants? !
……
"The food is on the table."
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Dan Heng, who was sitting at the desk, gave a reminder, then lowered his head to look at the memory bank from Swarlow on the screen of his mobile phone, trying to find some specific records about the star core and the antimatter corps.
Cheng Che responded and sat down in front of the dining table with a sweat all over his body.
There was a midnight snack and a glass of ice water on the table.
"Where are they?" Cheng Che looked around and asked in confusion, "Did they go out to look through the trash cans?"
None of them?
Sambo isn't here either?
What about Jeppard?
"I'm going to mediate the conflict between the Earth Fire and the Wanderers." Dan Heng didn't even raise his head. The dim light in the room cast a golden circle around him. "By the way, Sanyue asked Natasha to come and treat your wound. You..."
Dan Heng paused, turned around and looked at Cheng Che, "Did I forget to remind you not to get your wound wet?"
As he spoke, Dan Heng's eyes fell on Cheng Che's legs.
The long-sleeved and long-pants pajamas looked very loose. There was a red abrasion on the exposed neck, and there were bloodstains on the joints of the back of the hands.
Cheng Che took a look and shook his head, "I can't die."
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Che without saying a word.
After a while, Dan Heng frowned slightly, his eyes deep, "You seem to be very interested in fighting?"
I don’t know what happened in the fight club, but this kind of excitement even though it’s injured…
A bit crazy...
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and rubbed the tiny cracks on the back of his hand with his fingertips.
His fingertips left a glaring blood mark, Cheng Che's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Human nature has a warlike and bloodthirsty side, and I am no exception."
Hearing this, Dan Heng's eyelids twitched and he said nothing.
"New world, new life." Cheng Che raised his eyes with a smile in his eyes, "Wouldn't it be nice to have some new changes?"
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, then turned around and continued to look through Swarovski's memory bank.
"boom--"
With a muffled sound, the door was pushed open heavily.
March Seven's roaring voice came, with a hint of disbelief.
"Natasha said she wanted to bandage Cheng Che's wound?!"
"Have you finally been put in the sack?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned his head silently and looked at the pink-haired girl who appeared at the door.
The little crow cawed twice and started the countdown again.
"Gah - saying bad things -"
"Gah—a pimple!"
Chapter 91 Killed his pigeon.
"Be more careful when washing next time."
The gentle lower-level doctor tied the gauze and frowned slightly, "It's easy to get infected before the scar forms."
Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded, his eyes fixed on his palm in a daze.
Actual combat can indeed greatly improve combat ability, especially for someone like him who had almost no chance to fight before.
but……
Cheng Che sighed slightly and looked up at Natasha to thank her.
"You can use medicinal wine to treat the bruises on your body, but this kind of thing is in the lower level area..." Natasha's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Just bear with it."
It’s hard to find, so be patient.
Cheng Che nodded and looked at Sang Bo beside him.
Sambo spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "No, I, Sambo, can't find this thing either!"
Who uses medicinal wine?
He, Sambo, never needed that thing.
"And you still say there is nothing you can't find..." San Yue Qi frowned, his eyes fell on Cheng Che, "But you are also a little weak..."
Neither she nor Xing would be injured to this extent from a few fights.
Cheng Che raised his eyes and said coldly, "Our methods of calculating combat effectiveness are different."
Compared with those who entered the card pool, he is still a novice time traveler...
Isn't this just putting your face forward to be hit? !
"Let Dan Heng teach you some moves. Xing and I can do that, too." San Yue Qi laughed, picking at the little crow pendant in his hand. "Accidents are easy to happen in a place like a fight club."
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and said softly, "I'll pay attention."
"Gah-"
The little crow cried hoarsely, struggling to raise its head from under San Yue Qi's palm, "Gah - stop scratching me!"
San Yue Qi snorted, put the little crow next to Cheng Che, and asked doubtfully: "If you can be a little crow, can you do something else? For example, be a talking little dumpling..."