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Jing Yuan thought for a moment, "Little things are cute, aren't they?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, and looked at Jing Yuan with a look that was hard to describe, "I am not small."
How many times does he need to repeat that he is 188 and 18.8?
Jing Yuan:......
Something wrong?
Jing Yuan turned his head silently and looked at the courtyard under the night sky. "After becoming a human, she is not cute at all..."
He could accept losing his hair because of the little crow, but this crow was not that crow.
Hey……
A rough career as a general...
Jing Yuan sighed heavily, and suddenly poked Cheng Che with his elbow, "Smile."
The man in a T-shirt who had just been given medicine dodged and felt a tearing pain in the wound on his back.
The pain suppressed his reflex and Cheng Che kept dodging. "Didn't the train crew tell you that I won't laugh?"
"Oh?" Jing Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise, "You can't laugh? Or don't want to laugh?"
"No." Cheng Che slowly retracted his raised hand, straightened his back and sighed, "Facial paralysis."
Jing Yuan:......
Not like.
The way the little crow chirped could not be associated with facial paralysis at all.
But that’s fine.
Phoenix and Cheng Che have one less thing in common. After all, the star core hunter is never stingy with his smile and would even like to put his dimples on other people's faces.
Jing Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Cheng Che, "The wound has split open."
A large patch of blood smeared across the white T-shirt. Jing Yuan glanced at Cheng Che's expressionless face and said, "What a facial paralysis..."
Why can't I not bare my teeth and jump around with my feet hugged...
Cheng Che touched his back and said, "It's cracked... How can I be alive?"
Jing Yuan's mouth twitched, and he raised his chin towards the bedroom next to him, "Go to bed early."
As he said that, Jing Yuan stood up, trying to ignore the hair that was still falling off his head, and walked towards his bedroom.
Hey……
Will I be buried by white hair when I wake up tomorrow morning?
The kind where Yan Qing and two Cloud Cavalry soldiers dug for three days before they could dig out a general?
"Wait." Cheng Che stood up, his face calm, "Did you forget that there is no bed in that room? Is it appropriate for a patient like me to sleep on the floor?"
Jing Yuan paused for a moment, without even turning his head, and said, "Go back to sleeping in the bowl."
Ah.
"I can get bigger if I say so, and I can get smaller if I say so. Do you think I'm a sponge—"
"Puff-"
Jingyuan stopped at the right time, a little doubting his ears.
Was this 'kid' just about to say something extraordinary?
And why didn't you finish?
Jing Yuan turned his head and looked down at the little crow lying on the ground, and was silent for a long time.
Can't this be changed back?
Cheng Che fell on his back on the floor tiles, staring at the sky in silence.
There are many possibilities for the curse that takes effect at this time. It could be the words just said, or it could be that one cannot transform into a human being before recovering from the injury.
But it is also possible that Aha’s kick was not strong enough.
Cheng Che sighed heavily and waved his wings towards Jing Yuan, "Are you happy?"
"Of course." Jing Yuan smiled with his eyes curved, took a step forward, grabbed the two wings and picked up the little crow, picked up a small flower pot in the yard, emptied it, stuffed the white hair in it, and finally stuffed the black little crow in, "Sure enough, the small one is very cute."
Cheng Che: ...
ill?
“Heh.” Cheng Che sneered and allowed the white dandelion spirit in front of him to stuff him into the flowerpot. “I’ll scare you to death if I show you.”
Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Words are not enough."
Cheng Che raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief, "Who is driving this car?"
How many times does he have to repeat that he's straight?!
and! ! !
Isn't this a 12+ game?!
"Haha..." Jing Yuan smiled and touched the tip of his nose. He put the flower pot on the windowsill and turned to go into the bedroom. His voice was playful, "Now you seem like a child..."
In the dim night, Cheng Che squatted in a flowerpot on the windowsill, looking at the dark night sky and fell into deep thought.
So when can it change back?
When the train set arrives, won’t that scumbag protagonist Xing bend over with laughter?
Cheng Che sighed and buried his head in his wings.
That's fine, I'll fly out tomorrow and find a few good ones to step on.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Through a window, a faint sound of muffled laughter could be heard.
Cheng Che poked his head out and used his head to push the window open, his eyes dull, "If you want to laugh, just laugh. A dignified General of the Divine Strategy doesn't have to hide his head under the covers and laugh secretly, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a big bag on the bed suddenly opened.
In an instant, the white hair floated throughout the room like snowflakes.
The white-haired man sat cross-legged on the bed, laughing so hard that he fell backwards. “Hahahahaha…”
so fun!
This little crow is so funny!
Cheng Che: ...
"Choke you to death." Cheng Che glanced at Jing Yuan, stretched out his wings and flew towards the white head, "Let's fight poison with poison."
At the same time, in a small room in the immortal boat Luofu, Kafka silently looked at her companion who had lost his hair, with a pair of eyes full of "as expected", "Cheng Che cursed his claws again?"
"Yeah." Blade nodded, his brows furrowed, "Annoying."
Hair loss is so annoying!
This kind of situation that could leave traces at any time would be a huge flaw for a Star Core Hunter who was causing trouble and was wanted!
You can't run away and pick up hair at the same time, right?
Kafka's eyelids twitched, and she pulled out a shower cap from the paper bag next to her and handed it over, "Here."
blade:……
Ren looked at the small shower cap in silence, then raised his eyes and asked, "Did he leave it here?"
"Yeah." Kafka nodded, a smile in her eyes, "I left it before I left."
After he finished speaking, Ren's expression became even gloomier.
Have you stayed here a long time ago?
in case?
Doesn't this just prove that this unlucky kid Cheng Che is planning to ruin everyone's brain? !
I originally thought that Cheng Che stepped on my head on impulse, but now it seems...
Ren gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and wished he could rush into the Shen Ce Mansion and pluck all of Cheng Che's feathers.
Long planned!!!
Chapter 162 That’s enough.
"Stay away from me."
The girl's long hair was scattered, and all the hairpins she usually wore on her hair were removed. She lay on the big table in the Taibusi with a frown on her face, "Don't come over here!"
Cheng Che stood on the table and glanced at the pink hair that spread all over the table. "Okay."
As he spoke, Cheng Che glanced behind him.
The boy blinked, took out a sack from somewhere, and stealthily stuffed the long pink hair on the table on the ground into it.
The boy was wearing a shower cap on his head.
Fu Xuan lifted his eyelids and took a look, his cheek pressed weakly on his folded arms, "When will my hair stop falling out..."
Pick it up.
She no longer had the strength to stop it. Thinking that Jing Yuan was also losing hair, Fu Xuan suddenly didn't feel so bad anymore.
Cheng Che recalled, "According to the statistics of Yalilo Victim No. 6, seven days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xuan, who was lying on the ground, and Yan Qing, who was picking up his hair, were both stunned.
Seven days? !
How much hair would they lose in seven days?
"You..." Fu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in defeat, "Okay..."
She had no other way to deal with this mysterious crow's mouth.