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[Online request for facial mask: Wait, are you talking about Xianzhou Luofu? ]
[Online request for facial mask: If you go now... does it count as surrendering? ]
Cheng Che clicked on the dialog box and continued sending.
[Cheng Che: Let’s go take a look. I’ve already visited Bello Berg.]
[Online request for facial mask: I know you can travel freely in space, but you haven't seen all of Xianzhou Luofu's methods yet. What if your ability fails? ]
Seeing these words, a smile flashed in Cheng Che's eyes.
【Cheng Che: Let’s try our luck.】
[Cheng Che: Whether it is losing the vest you just put on, or getting out of it perfectly, it is a very happy thing, isn't it? ]
On the other side, Kafka fell into complete silence and refused to reply no matter what message Cheng Che sent.
Cheng Che pursed his lips and finally said, "Cheng Che: You should still be in the Immortal Boat. I'll bring you a facial mask after the visit. If you can't get out, remember to rescue me. By the way, tell the train crew that you hypnotized me to do bad things."
After saying this, Cheng Che picked up his bag as usual, biting a piece of bread and walked out the door.
"What are you going to do?"
Hearing footsteps in the corridor, San Yue Qi opened the door and looked at Cheng Che outside in confusion, "Want to go hang out somewhere? Take me with you?"
"Go find a trash can and look through it." Cheng Che stopped and looked back with a calm expression, "Want to join us?"
San Yue Qi shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid I'll end up with my head in a trash can."
It was acceptable to be stuffed into the trash can by Sambo, after all, the purpose was to escape.
You can hide in the trash can yourself, that's voluntary.
There is no need to put your head into the trash can when rummaging through it. It's embarrassing, and Cheng Che will definitely take a photo as a souvenir.
"Okay." Cheng Che nodded, "I'll be back before dinner. Lunch has been picked up and placed in my room."
As he said that, Cheng Che handed over the room key and said, "Let's go."
"Be careful." Sanyueqi took the key, weighed it, then turned back to the house to take a nap.
Cheng Che went downstairs and went out. He took the tram for two circles before using the teleportation anchor sticker.
"coming?"
Kafka sat on a small chair in the room with her legs crossed, her eyes curled up, "Where's the mask?"
Cheng Che glanced at the pimple on Kafka's lip, "So what bad things did you say about me?"
"Maybe..." Kafka recalled, "I told Elio that you were crazy."
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded and stuffed the mask in his bag over. "Stop talking. I'm also very tired from after-sales service."
Every day I have to poke felt, tighten screws, kill people, set fires, explore new areas, and curse people. It's super tiring.
Hearing this, Kafka raised an eyebrow, "Is it tiring to rummage through the trash can?"
Why did she feel that Cheng Che was eager to try and was having fun?
Of course, I don’t know why the children I brought up also rummaged through the trash cans. Maybe they were too poor.
"Bend down, pick up the trash, take it back, and bring it back." Cheng Che looked at Kafka, "Aren't you tired?"
"You're right to think so." Kafka chuckled and handed the paper bag next to her to Cheng Che, "New clothes, clean."
"Yeah." Cheng Che agreed, carrying the bag and walking behind the screen to change clothes as he knew where to go.
Kafka leaned back in her chair and sighed slightly.
Elio saw Cheng Che in his vision, but it was still not clear enough. Perhaps...
This person should not have been predicted, or maybe the other party has not yet established an inseparable relationship with oneself, so he cannot be seen.
But no matter which one it is, it's melancholy.
Cheng Che changed his clothes and came out. This time Kafka finally gave him a suit jacket. "I don't like formal clothes. Clothes like this make me feel like a best man."
"Why not the groom?" Kafka asked puzzledly, holding her chin.
Cheng Che: ...
"No wife." Cheng Che lowered his eyes and looked at Kafka. His eyes, which had not yet been fitted with contact lenses, revealed a transparent amber color.
Shallow, looks very clear.
Cheng Che looked at Kafka, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Chapter 132 You’d better not bless me.
Everything in sight was white, and seven gray icons gradually lit up.
But unfortunately, it got stuck at the last one.
Cheng Che looked at the legendary Yuyan in silence, and unexpectedly felt a long-lost sense of familiarity at this moment.
really.
The emperor is the emperor. If he says he will be late, he will never be absent.
Under Cheng Che's gaze, the symbol of the rock element finally reached the end.
"boom--"
With a slight sound, Cheng Che stumbled and was immediately covered in bloody clothes.
Through a layer of mask, the faint smell of blood and the strange fragrance intertwined and hit me in the face.
Cheng Che was confused for a moment and removed the cloth from his face.
All he saw were circles of bandages with blood seeping out of them. The long-haired man was sitting on the ground, propped up one leg and resting his chin on it, looking at him silently.
Cheng Che blinked blankly, his eyes swept across the bare upper body of the man in front of him, and said in confusion: "So the legendary humanity in Xianzhou Prison... turns out to be this humanity?"
This……
Can it pass the review?
blade:……
Ren's eyelids twitched. Although it was unscientific, it still accurately connected with Cheng Che's train of thought.
After figuring out what Cheng Che was thinking, Ren's face darkened instantly, "What a mess you are thinking about!"
Cheng Che blinked and looked up and down at the blade, "Is it dirty as I thought or is it dirty here..."
Why are you taking off your clothes when you are in jail?
The only thing on his body is a pair of pants hanging loosely on his hips. Anyone who comes here would think something wrong, right?
"Humph!"
Ren snorted coldly and looked away, "If I don't take off this dress, you should get out of my arms by now!"
What is the location of that post?!
Inside the clothes!
how?
Are his clothes very capacious?!
Cheng Che: ...
At this moment, Cheng Che reflected and recalled, and he couldn't remember how he had touched Ren's head and blew up Ren with the grassland core.
Why is Ren's thought process so clear?
"Just...is there a possibility..." Cheng Che thought about organizing his words, looking at Ren hesitantly, "My stuff is sticky notes, not super glue..."
Can't we tear it off and stick it somewhere else?
Like the prison door?
Like on the wall next to it?
If it doesn't work, just put it on the ground.
blade:……
"I tear it off in front of Jing Yuan?" Ren sneered, refusing to admit that his intelligence had temporarily declined because of returning to the Immortal Boat.
Cheng Che sighed softly, looked around, sat down next to Ren, opened a can of beer and handed it to him, "Can you demonic Yin bodies drink alcohol?"
"Do you think I took some antipyretic medicine?" Ren continued to sneer, silently took the wine and took a sip, "You remember to bring some food and drink when visiting the prison, you are quite experienced..."
Cheng Che took out a can of wine and opened it, with regret in his eyes, "I used to think that the friends around me were too mean and too bitter. I always felt that this day would come, so I prepared in advance."
As he spoke, Cheng Che looked around and said, "This police station is not what I imagined. I thought there must be an iron fence or something..."
If that doesn't work...wooden ones will do.
"That thing can't hold a wanted criminal." Ren laughed softly and watched Cheng Che secretly pull off his mask to drink, with the lower half of his face never exposed.
He frowned slightly, "You shouldn't have come."
Elio's request to Cheng Che is predictable. The task of breaking the law, killing and arson gives Cheng Che the choice. If he wants to do it, he can do it. If he doesn't want to do it, he can just follow the train crew and play around.
As long as it's predictable.
But now, Cheng Che seemed to nod in his choice and actively get involved in these things that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
A person who acts calmly but occasionally goes beyond common sense and actively chooses darkness.
"This is so boring. I can't go build a snowman?" Cheng Che asked back, leaning against the wall behind him.
The blade curved lip smiled and said in a deep voice: "Let Kafka take you to find some fun? The Silver Wolf's mission is fun."
"Oh." Cheng Che glanced at Ren's wrist and said lazily, "But I don't want to play games."
If you play the game too much, you will always be played, like him, who traveled to Star Iron after being backstabbed.
There were some inexplicable barriers flashing around, and Blade's hands were bound in front of him, just enough for him to hold the bottle of wine with both hands. The light curtain of unknown meaning seemed to imprison Blade's power, and the wounds on his body seemed like they would never heal.
Cheng Che put two band-aids with pink pigs on Ren's wound and sighed, "How pitiful! I can't even bear to wish you well.
"You'd better not bless me." Ren glanced at Cheng Che, "Can you leave?"