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Dan Heng pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Che beside him, "What about you?"
Didn’t you say you wanted to touch his dragon horns?
Cheng Che was startled, and after thinking for a while, he took out a glove from his pocket and put it on, "Well... I'm afraid I'll make your hair fall out again..."
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng's eyes were full of speechlessness. "Should I thank you for your thoughtful consideration?"
"I don't mind you thanking me." Cheng Che chuckled softly, reaching out his hand and touching Dan Heng's head, "Okay, I'm satisfied."
Just touch it once and it will be fine over time.
Throwing the gloves casually on the table, Cheng Che stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck, "I'm going to rest first, you guys..."
Cheng Che glanced at the people around him and said hesitantly, "Call me when you wake up. I'll go look through the trash can."
"Don't worry, Luofu's food is always delicious. Just think of it as a memory of the good times!" Sanyueqi waved his hands with curved eyes, and pointed at Cheng Che's injury, "Be careful when you take a bath, good night... no... good afternoon."
"Good afternoon." Cheng Che responded, half-closed his eyes, picked up his bag and walked towards the small bedroom next to him. His voice was full of fatigue. "I'm so sleepy. If the star god tells me in my dream again, I will have to believe it and chase him with the imperial bow for 800 miles..."
The man froze in his tracks, remaining in the same position and falling into silence.
The people gathered around the table looked at the stiff figure with strange eyes, as if they found it difficult to understand Cheng Che's train of thought.
Xing opened his mouth, scratched his head and said hesitantly: "You...you..."
“It’s over…” San Yue Qi sighed heavily, “I can’t bear to think about a crow chasing after a bunch of star gods…”
Chapter 212 Who wants to meet with them in private!
The noise died down, and a tall, long-legged man walked out of the bathroom, with the wound on his chest bandaged with fresh gauze.
He looked at the white-haired man who appeared in the living room. The confusion in his eyes did not seem fake. "Why are you staying here with me if you don't go back to your Shen Ce Mansion? Are you watching Dan Heng reminiscing about your friend?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dan Heng, who was sitting at the table sorting out documents, turned around and said in a calm and cold voice, "You don't need to take me with you."
After saying this, Dan Heng turned back. The dragon horns on his head flashed with green light, and his sleeves hung at his sides. He looked even more cold and aloof than before.
Hearing this, Jing Yuan sighed softly, and lazily lay on the sofa with his head propped up, saying with a smile, "I just heard Miss March tell you a little bit about your development at Yalilo No. 6, so..."
At this point, Jing Yuan paused, his smile becoming more playful, "I suddenly feel that it's not bad to recuperate here. After all, I still have to wait to catch a Phoenix and throw it into the Prison of Hell, right?"
When Yalilo No. 6 was in progress, I heard that Cheng Che had picked up a funny guy as his follower, and now...
In order to catch Phoenix, Jing Yuan didn't mind becoming a pendant of the train crew during his recovery. After all, Fu Xuan was in charge of all official duties!
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che took a deep breath and looked at Jing Yuan with an extremely sincere look, "I don't look down on the Prison of Hell, but I must tell you the truth, your Prison of Hell cannot hold me."
Jing Yuan:......
That's true, but we still have to try, right?
The prison array has increased from the initial level to 20 levels, and will continue to increase...
There will always be a day when I can lock him up...right?
"We have to try..." Jing Yuan sighed softly, propping up his chin and looking at Cheng Che, "Anyway, you have an extra room here, so it doesn't matter if I stay here to recuperate."
"Whatever you want." Cheng Che responded, then he tilted his head and yawned before continuing, "But I suggest you hit yourself with a brick before going to bed. I just cursed myself to be visited in a dream, and if I want to know what will happen... you can ask Dan Heng."
Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes, and his gaze swept back and forth between Dan Heng and Cheng Che.
What happened to the dream?
Dan Heng sighed softly, leaned over and took a bottle of medicine from the bag on the table, leaned back in his chair and turned to look at Jing Yuan, "Do you need sleeping pills?"
Jingyuan:?
A question mark flashed through Jing Yuan's mind, and his voice was unusually hesitant, "Is... this kid sleepwalking?"
He was injured like this, and he drank so much, how could...
"It's not sleepwalking, but it's almost the same." Dan Heng seemed to remember the two rooms in Goethe Hotel that became a large bunk bed, and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Too bad.
I wanted to hit Cheng Che on the head with a brick.
"Knock Knock-"
The window made a slight noise and everyone in the room was startled.
The gazes of the big white-haired lion and the cold-faced little green dragon involuntarily shifted to Cheng Che's face, with a strange look and a hint of gossip.
Jing Yuan pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "If I remember correctly... this room is where you live..."
At this point, Jing Yuan paused, "In just a few days, have you made enough friends in Xianzhou to meet with in the middle of the night through the window?"
incredible!
Unbelievable.
At the side, Dan Heng also looked at Cheng Che with a strange look, obviously thinking the same thing.
“I actually want to climb the window and change it to another homophone.” Cheng Che sneered and pulled open the window, “I’m obviously here to meet you privately at this time.”
The window was wide open and the long-haired man jumped in skillfully.
After sweeping a gloomy gaze over everyone in the room, Ren threw a paper bag to Cheng Che and said coldly, "Kafka asked me to deliver it."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes, opened the paper bag and took a look, "Thank you."
The paper bag contained a lot of healing medicine, as well as some detailed descriptions of the Star Core Hunter's past achievements.
Cheng Che casually placed the paper bag on the table beside him, glanced at the people around him, and said hesitantly: "How about you guys meet in private first, and I'll go to sleep first?"
It looks like...
It seems that we can’t fight.
Ren's face froze, as if he was suppressing the urge to take action. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who wants to meet with them in private?"
Can you speak? !
Is it okay to go and listen to two crosstalk shows if you can't speak?
Ren snorted coldly, glanced at the wound on Cheng Che's chest and frowned, "Be careful."
After saying that, Ren leaned against the window frame and jumped out, his figure disappearing into the street.
Cheng Che leaned against the window frame and looked outside, sighing softly, "It's so awkward..."
Each of them had a mouth but didn't use it, but it was surprising that they didn't fight.
"You have a good relationship with him. I always feel that only the Star Core Hunters can have a calm conversation with him." Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, leaning on the sofa with his legs bent, looking at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che took the towel beside him to wipe his hair, then sat on the small sofa next to Jing Yuan and sighed, "Isn't I just a star core hunter? People with stories are more willing to make friends with strangers."
"That makes sense." Jing Yuan nodded, folded his hands behind his head and sighed.
"Stop sighing." Cheng Che glanced at Jing Yuan, then lowered his head to fiddle with the newly bought cloth, colorful soft hair, and a star core that exuded warmth.
The star core sealed by the stockings seemed a little depressed, and it wished it could shrink itself into an insignificant point.
Cheng Che used layer after layer of hair to wrap the star core, and finally stuffed it into the pillowcase and rubbed it, "Why wasn't there this star core on Yalilo 6?"
Heating artifact.
"What are you going to do with Huanlong?" Jing Yuan wondered what he was thinking about, and asked in confusion, "A great lord of extinction..."
It's not that I don't believe in the power of the Joy Order, it's just...
Cheng Che doesn't look like he has too much blessing of joy.
Cheng Che thought about it and shook his head, "I don't know. I originally wanted her to become like Miss Tingyun and call her husband every day, but now it seems... it's a bit insulting to Miss Tingyun."
The chess piece chosen by Huanlong can be considered a martyr who sacrificed himself for Luofu.
not too good.
Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced at Cheng Che's expressionless face, "So what?"
"So let's just leave it alone for now." Cheng Che yawned, closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa, "Wait until I get an idea, or..."
Cheng Che opened his eyes, his gaze calm, "Or consume all the destructive power in her."
Just destruction, it doesn't matter.
"The envoy who destroyed Nanook is very powerful. It's not as simple as you think." Jing Yuan sat up straight, bent his legs and looked at Cheng Che seriously. "Even if you can erode the power of the Star God, there are many risks in this process that are uncontrollable."
There is no need. Changle Tianjun caught a Lingshi for his little crow to play with, which means that this Lingshi is controllable in Cheng Che's hands. If he wants to swallow up the other party's power...
There's no need to take too much risk for this little bit of power.
Jing Yuan thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of becoming a pawn of destruction?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked at Jing Yuan silently and said softly, "Do you know my life creed?"
"?" A hint of doubt flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes, and he looked at Cheng Che without saying a word.
Cheng Che held the pillow wrapped with the star core in his arms, curled up on the sofa with his legs bent, "It's okay to live, but it doesn't matter if I die, for others, and even more so for myself."
Chapter 213 Without me, this family will fall apart sooner or later...
"are you awake?"
There was a light knock on the door, and a familiar cold voice came from outside.
Cheng Che poked his head out from under the quilt, stared at the ceiling with sleepy eyes and said, "Awake."
Dan Heng pushed the door open and stood in front of the door frame, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you sleep well?"
I don’t know what’s wrong with the Star God. He appears in my dreams every day.
But fortunately, I didn’t sleepwalk last night, nor did I turn the suite into a large bunk bed.
"I slept well." Cheng Che sighed while lying on his back, his voice full of exhaustion. "But no god came to my dream last night. Do you know how painful it was that I was holding my breath to beat up the gods in my dream, but ended up having a bad sleep?"
Forget about the Star God, he didn’t even have a dream last night!