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"Who are you commemorating?" Kafka hesitated, but still asked softly, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."
"He was the one who slapped me in the face since I was a kid." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, his eyes were calm, and his voice was even calmer. "If I ever did something out of line, he would slap me in the face. He even wanted to cripple me at one point."
Being crippled and lying in the hospital with tubes inserted will stop you from committing crimes.
Kafka:…
blade:……
The two star core hunters looked at Cheng Che, the expressions on their faces were hard to describe.
After a while, Ren came back to his senses and glanced at Cheng Che, "I still didn't fight enough."
"If we fight again, we'll die." Cheng Che let out a laugh, lowered his head and ate a little bit of noodles in the bowl, then wiped his mouth, "I just asked Bronya, she said Aurora might have to wait a few more days."
Cheng Che looked around and said, "You guys can go back to Beloberg City to sleep if you want."
Hearing this, Kafka smiled and shook her head, "No, we all have to stay here."
I have made do with all kinds of conditions to achieve my goal. What does this mean?
Cheng Che: ...
Doesn't it look like he wants to occupy a tent all to himself?
Cheng Che silently looked at the small tent he brought, then looked at the bags at Kafka and Ren's feet, "Did you bring a tent?"
"No." Kafka shook her head and looked at Cheng Che with a smile, "I can't leave you here alone."
I am usually a bit childish, easily angry and throwing tantrums, but I also worry about children going out alone.
Besides...
An inexplicable smile flashed across Kafka's eyes, and she looked at Cheng Che while hugging the pillow.
"Then I'll sleep on the side." Cheng Che took out his sleeping bag, shook it, and leaned into the tent to make it ready.
Without waiting for Kafka to speak, Ren snorted coldly, "Although the Star Core Hunter is not a good thing, it is not as dirty as you think."
Who are you guarding against?
Cheng Che pursed his lips, spread out three sleeping bags in the tent, turned around and looked at Ren seriously, "I don't distrust you, I just don't trust myself."
A hint of smile flashed in Cheng Che's eyes, and his voice was gentle but serious, "I am dirty."
After saying this, Cheng Che squatted back beside the stove and reached out to pick up the sweet potato he had roasted from the stove.
Ren almost couldn't help rolling his eyes. He moved his gaze to Kafka, "Is this the child you mentioned who would be in danger if he went out alone?"
Kafka spread her hands and said, "I am still young."
"Here." Cheng Che broke open the baked sweet potato and handed it over with a piece of paper under it. The sweet steam was white. "I won't be rude to ladies, so I'll pick up a sleeping bag later and use it as a spacer."
Kafka was stunned for a moment, then she took the food and smiled, "Will that be rude to men?"
"That's not possible..." Cheng Che sighed, handed the remaining half to Ren, and held a whole sweet potato against his cheek to keep warm, looking desolate, "There is still a difference between a pervert and a hooligan, right?"
【The world-weary man, car special chapter 1 ㈦ 九 ⑨ ④ 3 一 6 ⒋】
He is just a weak and slightly crazy little pervert, not a whistling hooligan or a pervert squatting on the side of the road.
Cheng Che glanced at the sweet potatoes in the hands of the two people opposite him, silently took out two small spoons and handed them over, "My lonely vacation has been ruined."
The two little tails inexplicably give people the illusion of a guardian.
"You'll get used to it." Kafka warmed her hands and raised her chin towards the violin case at her feet. "Do you have a favorite song? I want to listen to it."
Cheng Che paused, looked at the sweet potato in his hand, and then looked at the violin case next to him.
He took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, wiped his hands, opened the violin case, and skillfully tuned and set up the violin. He held the bow and looked at Kafka, "I'm sorry I don't know much."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bow trembled slightly on the strings, and clear sounds flowed out from the strings with a cheerful rhythm.
The arm stretches and retracts the bow, and the red, frozen fingertips press different strings, and the trembling sound of the strings brings out a smooth piece of music.
Ren and Kafka's pupils trembled as they watched Cheng Che put down the bow after five minutes, his collarbone and chin turned red from being hit by the guitar.
Kafka's voice was shaking a little. "What song is this?"
"Ah?" Cheng Che put the zither back into the box, his face calm, "Two tigers."
Chapter 233 There is something fun here.
"I can not sleep."
"plus one."
"Ah."
Several different voices were heard in the tent. Single sleeping bags were placed in a row, lights were swinging on the top of the tent, and three pairs of eyes were staring at the lights at the same time.
Go left.
Go right.
To the left...
After a while, Kafka finally couldn't help but sigh, "It's not cold, but such a healthy schedule is not very suitable for me."
Even less suitable for star core hunters.
The pink-haired woman was holding a star core pillow in her arms, curled up in the sleeping bag with only her head exposed, and her hair was still falling down.
Thirty centimeters away, a tall, long-haired man was lying in another sleeping bag, his hands folded on his chest, holding a sword that he never left in his arms, staring at the lamp without saying a word.
In the sleeping bag next to him, a little curly-haired boy blinked and looked at the light. After a while, he turned over, took out a doll, pressed it on his cheek, and closed his eyes, "Early to bed, early to rise..."
What else can you do if you don’t sleep?
Don’t take out the dirty things in your head, or you’ll get beaten.
Kafka was stunned for a moment, then turned around as well, hugged the pillow and closed her eyes.
Two shallow breathing sounds came from the left and right. Ren stared at the top of the tent, holding the sword in silence for a moment.
On the left, Kafka's sleeping bag was covered with a coat, and a soft scent of perfume came from it.
Cheng Che on the right was curled up in his sleeping bag, the smell of perfume on his clothes and body was even stronger than that of Kafka.
Ren couldn't help but sigh, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a click outside the tent.
The zipper of the tent was unzipped, and a gray head poked in, looking straight into Blade's eyes.
The girl blinked her golden eyes, looked around, and said in a breathy voice: "Um...you guys...are on good terms?"
blade:……
Star Core Hunter team building, right?
Xing blinked her eyes, moved her nose, and accurately reached out her hand to poke at the sleeping bag beside her, "I smell it! Little crow!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che opened his eyes, looking desolate, "Why is it so difficult for me to shut myself up for a while? Why don't you just leave?"
Xing was still huddled outside the tent, his hands grasping the waterproof fabric on both sides of the tent and poking his head in, "I... I just got here and accidentally anchored in the wrong area..."
Then I saw a small tent that looked extremely warm in the cold wind. There were familiar takeaway bags and trash cans at the door of the tent.
Of course, the faint but strong smell of perfume on Cheng Che also pointed her in the direction.
Kafka laughed helplessly and patted the empty sleeping bag next to her. "It's cold outside, come in and talk."
The gray-haired girl smiled and retreated into the tent skillfully.
Cheng Che turned over, took out some wine and snacks from his bag, took out a deck of cards, and finally took out a familiar box of dried fruits and stuffed it into Ren's hand, "I can't sleep, let's play cards."
They looked at each other, moved their sleeping bags, sat up and formed a circle.
……
“Ah--”
"嘤嘤嘤——"
"嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤——"
A strange sound rang out in the darkness, and Cheng Che couldn't help but press his temples with his eyes closed.
I knew that this nasty thing would find a time when he would be caught off guard and appear in his dream.
"Come."
In the darkness, a small black hand grabbed the corner of Cheng Che's clothes, and the voice was full of encouragement, "There is something fun here."
Cheng Che: ...
"Do you think I believe you?" Cheng Che stared at the pile of whimpering masks with a blank expression, "We are all just having fun, why should I believe you?"
What if he didn't know there was a pit behind it?
"Come on..." The mask shook, and the black little hand persistently grabbed Cheng Che's sleeve and pulled him aside, "I'll take you to see something fun."
Cheng Che: ...
This unlucky star god is quite good at acting like a spoiled child.
Cheng Che stood up and allowed a certain unruly star god to drag him into the darkness.
I don’t know how long I walked before a soft halo appeared before my eyes.
Cheng Che stopped and stared at the mask, "What's that in front?"
"It's a certain god who is chasing you to bless you." The mask was instantly excited and trembled with a clanging sound. "Do you want to see him?"
Cheng Che pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, "Then is there a god behind the pharmacist who draws the bow and draws the arrow?"
"No." The mask swayed left and right, dragging Cheng Che forward, "This is not the universe, it's all just a projection of consciousness. Let's go and show off in front of the Pharmacist. I found the person he didn't find."
Cheng Che: ...
"You really deserve it." Cheng Che sighed slightly, listening to the clanging sound of masks colliding as he walked forward, "So do you know what species I am?"
"Human? Bird? It's not a star god anyway." The mask shook, and he walked towards the light circle with his arms swung and his steps were uncaring, humming, "It's fun anyway."
The aperture became dazzling in an instant, and Cheng Che could not help but close his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a strange scene.