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This is the last step!
If she doesn't follow this path, she will really have to take Cheng Che into Klipperburg and slap her head every day!
Hearing this, Cocolia paused.
She seemed to think about it for a moment, but still didn't look back, "Maybe there's a chance."
After saying that, Cocolia left the museum.
Xiluwa frowned, put her hands on her hips and looked ahead, seeming a little unhappy.
"elder sister?"
A golden head popped out from outside the office. When it saw the people in the room, its pupils trembled and its whole body remained stiff in the same posture.
Sanyueqi looked at the grass on Jeppard's head and said hesitantly, "Were you...blown?"
Grass will only grow after being bombed.
When Station Master Esther heard the news, she wished she could send Cheng Che back to the space station to kill a few more people. After all, no one wanted to eat vegetables that could cause hemiplegia in the space station laboratory.
"Ah..." Jeppard opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.
Why is Cheng Che here!
He seems to be everywhere!
The witnesses of every famous scene that a socially dead person wants to escape from always appear everywhere, causing countless embarrassment.
Cheng Che looked at Jeppard expressionlessly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "You are quite good at acting like a spoiled child."
what happened? !
What happened to Yalilo Six?!
"Sister..." Jeppard pursed his lips. Although he didn't want to say anything, he still looked at Xiluwa for help.
But alas, that was Shiluwa.
"Of course!" Shiluwa took two steps forward, rubbed Jeppard's head with her hand, and said with a smile under the accusatory and forbearing eyes of the other party, "Can you grow this grass well this time?"
Jeppard:…
Whenever I wanted to grow flowers in the past, they died one after another, but this thing that I least wanted to grow has extremely strong vitality.
He had just hidden at home and used scissors, his hands, and even wanted to use fire, but unfortunately, if it was gone, it would grow again.
"How cute!" Shiluwa kept rubbing her brother's head with her hands, "If you kill this grass, you must tell your sister."
"Why?" Jeppard glanced at Cheng Che, then looked at Xiluwa, "I just saw the Great Guardian go out..."
"Don't worry about that woman, she's not cute at all..." Shiluwa muttered, and then smiled again, "The grass growing on your head is so cute. If it's gone, you must make sure it grows again!"
Blast it again!
Jeppard pursed his lips and re-examined their relationship as siblings in his mind.
Yes, there are, but not many.
"The Great Guardian asked me to take Mr. Cheng to visit Belloberg..." Jeppard took a deep breath and prepared himself before looking at Cheng Che, "Where do you want to go?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Cheng Che's eyes, "The Great Guardian... is quite kind?"
After being cursed, he actually remembered to ask someone to take him around Beloberg.
Generous indeed.
If it were him...
Forget it, don’t change it.
"Let's go shopping." Shiluwa finally let go of Jeppard's head and turned to look at March Seven. "Do you want to go to the machinery house with your sister to listen to music? I wrote a new song recently!"
"Okay!" San Yue Qi's eyes lit up, and then he turned back to look at Cheng Che as if he remembered something, and instructed him seriously, "If you encounter danger, send a message to everyone, don't go around asking for a fight in front of them alone."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was a little speechless, "Am I the kind of person who wants to be beaten?"
"You are." March Seven nodded, turned to look at Jeppard, and lowered his voice, "Jepard has suffered many times at your hands. Maybe he and the Silver Mane Iron Guard who lost his belt at that time have planned to ambush you..."
Jeppard:…
Jeppard raised his head expressionlessly, "I'm not deaf."
"I can take a beating." Cheng Che patted Sanyueqi's shoulder, pushed Sanyueqi towards Xiluwa, and said softly: "You should go and have fun, don't worry about me."
Cheng Che walked out and paused as he passed by Jeppard. "Let's go, sir, the garrison officer."
Jeppard glanced at Shiluwa, then turned around and walked out of the museum with Cheng Che.
"Tough?" Xiluwa repeated, and then nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, the speed of taking pictures of famous scenes is too fast. People who hold embarrassing photos of others should be tougher."
Either you are a first-rate escaper or you have a tough life.
"Don't worry about him." Sanyueqi smiled as he thought of something. "The little crow has not only a golden shield, but also a butt that can destroy trains!"
As soon as the words fell, confusion flashed in Xiluwa's eyes.
She seemed to see a pimple?
San Yueqi touched the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone without saying a word and started transferring money.
Haha, she is super skilled at March 7th!
Chapter 126 Think about it carefully.
"Where do you want to go?"
Jeppard walked beside Cheng Che, his steps were heavy and his expression was heavy, but he still cheered up to carry out the orders from the Great Guardian.
"I don't know." Cheng Che took off his glasses, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, sighed and said, "I stayed up all night, I'm a little sleepy."
Jeppard paused for a moment, his eyes showing a question, "Do you want to go back and rest?"
stay up?
Staying up late and cursing people?
I thought about cursing so much that it was already dawn?
"No." Cheng Che waved his hand, put his glasses in his pocket and protected them with his hands, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, "I'll go to bed at night."
Jeppard nodded, looked around and said, "There's a flower shop in front. I go there occasionally. The machinery shop... you've been there..."
"Let's just take a walk." Cheng Che said leisurely, "Although there is heating, it's still a bit cold outside. This way, we won't get sleepy."
He walked towards the flower shop that Jeppard mentioned, looking around with curiosity like an ordinary tourist.
Jeppard followed Cheng Che, wanting to say something but stopping himself. The confusion in his heart was almost written on his face.
Although Little Silver Dragon has become a frequent victim of social demise, he still doesn't want to give up on getting the film back from a certain little crow.
"You..." Jeppard pursed his lips and finally spoke, his voice hesitant, "My photo..."
Cheng Che walked into the flower shop with his hands in his pockets, lowered his eyes and observed the bouquets placed around him, "Want to take it back? Don't you know that this is a black shop? You can only take in, not out..."
As he spoke, Cheng Che bent down slightly and took a closer look at the red and yellow flowers in front of him.
It looks like the gerbera flowers I saw before traveling through time, warm and sincere.
Cheng Che thought for a moment, then turned to look at the employee of the flower shop, "Hello, can you help me put these flowers into a bouquet?"
As he spoke, Cheng Che had already taken out the Winter City Shield from his pocket.
The girl in the beret smiled and nodded, collected the money and gave the change skillfully, then began to pack the bouquet.
"I want to, but..." Jeppard pursed his lips. Looking at the lush flowers growing around him, he wanted to buy some too, but now was not the time to buy flowers.
Now it’s time for photos!
"No." Cheng Che's voice was calm but a little low. He stared at the girl helping to wrap the bouquet and said casually, "The embarrassment and shame you feel are not because of a mistake, but because of how embarrassed you are to be seen by others, right?"
Having said that, Cheng Che tilted his head slightly and his eyes fell on Jeppard's face.
The flower shop is like a glass house. The winter sun shines in, and you can vaguely see the dust floating in the beam of light.
Jeppard was startled, "Yes."
That’s why we have to take it back!
"The film is not the key. After all, I don't give gifts to people every time I meet them." Cheng Che took the bouquet and held it in his arms, then walked slowly out the door. "The key is that even if you get the film back, I and the people in the train crew have witnessed your past, right?"
A cool breeze blew towards me, and the fragile flowers with red and yellow colors were shaking.
Cheng Che turned his body to block the cold wind, walked to the bench beside him and sat down, "So why do you care about the film?"
Jeppard:…
How could he not care?
That's like a time bomb!
"Do I still have the option of not caring about this?"
After a long silence, Jeppard finally sorted out his thoughts that were in a tangled mess and asked in disbelief, "It was you who took the photo of me..."
"Yes." Cheng Che sat on the bench and said lazily: "The film is my precious collection, I can't give it to you."
Jeppard could no longer bear it, and there was a hint of disbelief in his voice, "Why do you have the habit of collecting things like this?"
San Yueqi also likes taking photos, but those are all serious photos!
Selfies, photos of attractions, photos of yourself and the attractions!
Who in their right mind would collect photos of other people's social deaths?
Hearing this, Cheng Che glanced at Jeppard and said, "You don't understand."
Isn’t it true that photos of social death are more worthy of collection?
Who doesn’t like to keep a record of other people’s dark history for future use?
It's not some photo that needs to be coded...
"I don't understand..." Jeppard was completely disappointed and sighed, leaning back in his chair, "I really don't understand."