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"I can leave." Cheng Che nodded, holding the bottle and drinking slowly, he lowered his voice to almost whisper the second half of the sentence, "I can't leave... I can't leave. I am the little crow of the train group that was kidnapped by OP."
If you can't hide it, being exposed doesn't seem to be a big deal.
It doesn’t matter. Vests are meant to fall off when you wear them.
"I can't leave."
A smiling voice came from behind. The white-haired man crossed his arms and looked at Cheng Che with a teasing smile in his eyes. "It seems that this strange star core hunter underestimates the power of Luofu."
Cheng Che turned around and whispered through the mask: "Is this Jing Yuan?"
"Yeah." Ren nodded, not wanting to respond. "I saw him last time. He is also Luofu's current general."
"General..." Cheng Che nodded, and calmly sat in the cell looking at Jing Yuan, looking him up and down, "Very imposing."
The armor and high ponytail really make her look like a general.
"Thank you for the compliment." Jing Yuan curved his eyes, and the teardrop mole under his eyes was particularly eye-catching.
He looked at the strange man wearing a mask with a smile and whispered, "How about staying in Luofu as a guest?"
As he spoke, Jing Yuan raised his hand slightly.
Green barriers rose from all directions, restraining the people within like a formation.
"No." Cheng Che shook his head, his expression didn't change at all, "I have another part-time job, I won't have food to eat if I stay here."
Jing Yuan:......
Are the Star Core Hunters so poor?
"Then you should stay, right?" Jing Yuan sighed helplessly, his tone gentle and his eyes sincere, "The Immortal Boat has nothing else, but it will be no problem for you to have enough food and drink."
At this point, Jing Yuan seemed to remember something, "Look at my memory, I forgot to ask your name, after all, the nickname OP..."
Not serious.
I don't know why, but it always feels like I'm cursing.
"There is no difference between a nickname and a real name, it's just a title." Cheng Che finished the last bit of wine. The tiny contact lenses seemed unable to cover the light in his eyes. He looked at Jing Yuan and said, "You can call me Tiantianhua or Jueyun Jiaojiao. It's all the same."
Chapter 133 You have the final say.
In the silence, Jing Yuan looked at the man in front of him, his eyes flickering with speechlessness.
Is this a perversion?
What are these names?
Jiaojiao?
Sweet?
Serious?!
"shameless!"
The young man stood behind Jing Yuan, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his lips, his voice full of resentment.
Break into the jail yourself!
You even want to tease the general!!!
Yan Qing stared at Cheng Che, gritting his teeth.
Hearing this, Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ren, "Did I just say anything amazing?"
"Heh." Ren sneered and was too lazy to answer.
Don’t you know what you said?
As expected, crows have small brains, right?!
Cheng Che pursed his lips, recalling what he had just said in his mind, "How about...you call me Cecilia Hua?"
Jing Yuan:......
"You always seem to be very secretive." Jing Yuan came back to his senses, crossed his arms and looked at Cheng Che with a half-smile, "You are wearing a mask and refusing to reveal your name. Does that mean..."
At this point, Jing Yuan paused for a moment, chuckled and said, "Is it difficult to reveal your true identity? Will I discover some of your little secrets?"
"Yes." Cheng Che nodded calmly, stood up and straightened his clothes. "If my true identity is discovered, I will have to pack my bags and leave my hometown. It will be miserable."
Cheng Che took two steps forward and tilted his head slightly to look at Jing Yuan.
After a while, Cheng Che smiled, with a gleam in his eyes, "You are so cute, I want to pat your head."
Pillow!
Little dumpling!
Write it in the memo!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared, leaving only three people looking at each other in bewilderment.
"General! I'll go hunt him down!" Yan Qing's pupils shrank, and his hand rested on the hilt of the sword, "He..."
"No need to chase."
Jing Yuan lowered his eyes and waved his hands, saying in a deep voice: "I can't catch up."
As he spoke, Jing Yuan took a step forward and crushed a tiny glimmer of light in the air with his fingertips, "Space..."
He paused, then looked up at the man trapped in the center of the formation, "Who is he?"
blade:……
Star Core Hunter!
Who else could it be? !
"Who do you think he is?" Ren was in the mood to joke for some reason. He stood up and leaned against the pillar next to him. He looked at Jing Yuan through a barrier with a spell on it, smiling, "Are you going to call him Jiaojiao? Or Tiantian? Or..."
At this point, Ren leaned forward slightly, his eyes sweeping across the teardrop mole under Jing Yuan's eyes, "General, are you planning to sacrifice your head in exchange for the name of a star core hunter?"
Ren glanced at Jingyuan's hair and sighed inwardly.
It does look very fluffy, no wonder Cheng Che wanted to touch it.
But Cheng Che really laughed just now, right?
"I don't mind people touching my head." Jing Yuan chuckled and turned to walk out. "But your companion seems to be more suitable for the words 'lie, lie, lie,'"
He didn't tell the truth and didn't even tell his name. Now he's putting the word "Pianpianhua" after the word "OP" on the wanted poster!
Ren watched Jing Yuan's back as he walked away, glanced at Yan Qing who still had an angry look on his face, then turned around and sat down in the center of the formation.
He opened the paper bag left by Cheng Che, which contained two clean sets of clothes, a few bottles of drinks at the bottom, and two desserts.
Ren sighed softly, supporting his forehead and closing his eyes.
"How about it?"
Seeing Cheng Che return to the cabin again, Kafka put down her phone and looked over, "Is A Ren okay in there?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded, "It looks good, but maybe his brain isn't working very well."
As he said that, Cheng Che ran back to change his clothes again, and put on the sweatshirt and sweatpants he wore when he came here, and a black windbreaker on the outside, "Can't you prepare some clothes that are suitable for big moves next time?"
"Okay." Kafka nodded, but added: "But I'm afraid that sportswear will make you even crazier..."
At this point, Kafka sighed and said, "I have become your logistics."
In the past, I took care of the child Xing, and now I have to keep an eye on Cheng Che, the little crow.
Kafka is so tired, she might as well become a nanny after retirement.
"Logistics is also very good." Cheng Che curled his lips and leaned aside to look at Kafka, "Isn't it good for a bunch of people to chase you and call you mom?"
Kafka was stunned for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, "Cheng Che you..."
laugh?
"I forgot, I can't drink from a bottle." Cheng Che rubbed his cheek with his hand and sighed helplessly, "I can only drink one glass of wine. If I drink more than one glass or it's not a glass, I will get drunk."
Cheng Che lowered his head and said, "But I have to go back. Dan Heng just sent me a message saying he has something to talk to me about."
"Cheng Che, listen to me, you can't drink alcohol from now on."
Kafka raised her eyebrows slightly, stood up and held Cheng Che's shoulders, looking into those amber eyes, and said softly, "Drinking will make you lose control."
Cheng Che raised his eyes, looked at the woman's face so close to him, and tilted his head slightly, "No."
After saying that, Cheng Che put on the bag beside him and turned to leave.
Kafka:…
The magic of words is really useless, right?
……
"Where have you been?"
Dan Heng was waiting in Cheng Che's room. Seeing Cheng Che come in, he couldn't help but frowned, "Did you drink?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and put the messy gift box in his hand on the table.
He took off his coat and went into the bathroom to wash his face, "I found a bottle of wine while picking up the trash."
Dan Heng paused, "One bottle?"
"Only one drink will not make you drunk." Cheng Che responded. Cheng Che looked at Dan Heng standing at the door from the sink. "What do you want from me?"
"I think..." Dan Heng pursed his lips, and a trace of embarrassment suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Che and said seriously, "I want you to send me a good night message every night."
Cheng Che: ...
Can't a girl say that?
"Did you sleep well last night?" Cheng Che lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes, "It seems you didn't have a nightmare?"
But that’s true, all the crazy men in the dream have been caught, so where can I dream?
"Yes." Dan Heng nodded, walked to the table nearby and sat down, "I think your bad words this time may be useful."