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"You..." Jeppard's pupils trembled, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his trachea from his nose, and his body instantly calmed down from the inside out.
Jeppard looked at Cheng Che and asked seriously, "What are you going to do?"
Cheng Che put his hands in his pockets, and there seemed to be a little red mark on the bridge of his nose where he was not wearing glasses, caused by the frames.
Cheng Che thought about it and said, "Maybe... give you a choice?"
On the side, a hint of interest flashed in Sambo's eyes, and his light green eyes were filled with a playful smile.
"It will take a long time for the cold wave brought by the star core to subside." Cheng Che took two steps forward, put his palm on Jeppard's shoulder, and said with a smile, "And I can make the ice and snow melt at my own pace. It won't cause floods due to sudden melting, nor will it freeze again due to slow speed."
Jeppard's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head to look at Cheng Che's calm face.
He seemed to understand, but also seemed to understand nothing.
Cheng Che stood in a sea of white, with the collar of his black coat turned up to cover his neck and chin, his face calm as if he was asking what was for dinner.
"Did you hear that clearly?" Cheng Che turned his head to look at Jeppard and spoke amid the howling cold wind.
Jeppard came back to his senses and nodded, "I heard it clearly."
As he spoke, Jeppard's eyes swept across the melted ice and snow, his heart beating violently, seeming to be even more excited than when he fought against the Creation Engine that day.
I can't wait to return to the city and find Lady Bronya to have a good talk and come up with a set of rules as soon as possible.
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and patted Sang Bo's shoulder, "Let's go back to the city and rest for a while?"
Sambo's smile deepened and he nodded, "Of course."
As they spoke, the two walked side by side and disappeared in the snow in the blink of an eye.
Jeppard bit his glove and took it off, then used his mobile phone to take a careful and clear picture of the trail and immediately sent it to the Guardian.
At one side, several Silver Mane Iron Guards held up their trouser waists and looked at Jeppard, seeming to want to say something but stopping themselves.
Take pictures, but...
Didn't the commander notice that his belt was broken?
"Are you so kind?" Sangbo followed Cheng Che, swinging his scimitar. With no one around, he didn't need to pretend to be a profiteer. He had a playful smile on his face. "Why don't you go see the aurora when you have nothing to do? And by the way, do some after-sales service for the train set to save Yalilo VI?"
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and changed the subject, "What was the name of the pub you wanted to invite me to?"
"Hmm?" Sambo raised an eyebrow in confusion, then a smile appeared on his face, "Want to go for a drink together?"
Cheng Che's eyes swept across the smile on Sang Bo's face, "Will you treat me?"
"Of course, I, Sangbo, have been reselling goods between the upper and lower floors for so long that I can always afford to buy you a drink." Sangbo bumped Cheng Che's arm with his shoulder, his voice full of laughter, "Believe me, the brothers and sisters in the tavern must like you very much."
Who doesn’t like a complex pleasure?
Besides...
Sang Bo's gaze stayed on Cheng Che's face and he chuckled in his heart.
This time when he came back, Cheng Che felt even happier.
Cheng Che nodded, put his hands in his pockets and continued walking forward, "Okay, I'll tell you when I want to drink."
"Wait for me." Sang Bo smiled and followed Cheng Che's footsteps, but still couldn't help asking, "So you really want to provide after-sales service for the star core disaster like this? But..."
A profiteer who could have made Sambo owe a huge debt would not have any compassionate heart to save the world, right?
Cheng Che patted the pledge stuffed into his bag, squinted his eyes and walked forward, saying softly: "Maybe I just suddenly felt guilty?"
"Good brother, we can't say such things. How can we find something that doesn't exist?" Sang Bo couldn't help laughing. He reached out and grabbed the drawstring on Cheng Che's clothes and shook it, looking directly at him, "What do you want?"
Cheng Che reached out and pulled out the drawstring, silently adjusted the drawstrings of different lengths to make them the same, and tied a knot, "Controlling the lifeline of a planet's development, don't you feel excited?"
Chapter 238 can be considered a dream come true.
"Cough-cough-"
From a room somewhere in the Goethe Hotel, there were continuous coughing sounds.
Xing, who had just completed a commission to retrieve museum exhibits, took two steps forward and opened the door with confusion, "What's wrong?"
There were two small beds in the room. Sambo sat in front of one of them and handed two pills and a glass of water to the man on the bed. His face was full of emotion. "Don't talk anymore in the future."
Cheng Che took the medicine and swallowed it, then huddled in a corner hugging a pillow, his entire face flushed red.
Xing was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked in and looked inside the house in confusion, "What did he say again?"
How come you cursed yourself sick after not seeing you for two hours?
The trafficker who didn't dare to run away was peeling melon seeds. There was a small pot on the small stove next to him, and something was cooking in it.
Sambo sighed and cracked the nut shell. "What else can I do? I said I wouldn't pretend to be sick, and the result is..."
This is definitely not pretending to be sick, this is real illness.
Xing's eyes instantly became speechless. She took two steps forward, lifted up Cheng Che's curly hair and touched his forehead, and said in surprise, "Wow, now you have become a roasted crow."
So hot!
"Yeah." Cheng Che responded, his voice hoarse and a little weak, "I'd better keep my mouth shut when I go out next time."
But I can’t do it. What’s the point of a silent crow’s mouth?
"You'd better stop talking with your hoarse voice. You're really weak." Xing's mouth twitched. After taking a look at Cheng Che's face, he moved closer to Sang Bo and said, "What are you cooking? You should be cooking medicine at this time, right?"
Sang Bo snorted, looking disgusted, "I went to search the trash can while I was sick, and they said pear soup can reduce internal heat."
She refused to use a pot to stew it, and even dug out a ceramic bowl from the trash can. She told him to heat it in water and to peel the white fungus and add red dates. She was so persistent that she almost asked him to sign a contract to sell himself to be a maid.
Xing glanced at the small stove, shook his pocket silently, and took out a water bottle.
"What is this?" Sangbo looked up in surprise, looking at the dark liquid in the transparent bottle, "You..."
Poison the little crow?
This shouldn’t be the case. Isn’t this little crow more poisonous than anything else?
"I brought the medicine Bai Lu prescribed." Xing unscrewed the bottle cap, found a cup, poured the medicine into it and placed it next to the stove to warm it, with a serious look on his face, "It's for health. Cheng Che always forgets to drink it."
So she brought her cute star here!
I just received a message from Pam, urging me to ask Cheng Che to take his medicine.
Hearing this, Sambo sighed softly.
He glanced at the melon seeds in his hand and looked at Xing sincerely, "Or can you guess why I am peeling nuts here?"
Xing had a calm expression, with her arms folded across her chest, not showing any surprise, "Cheng Che doesn't like bitter things, and he will definitely be unhappy if he takes medicine, so he tortures you to pay off your debt and make you happy."
What other reasons could there be?
Even if Cheng Che is very happy, it won't prevent Cheng Che from being happier, right?
Sambo lowered his head and cracked the melon seed shell with his fingertips. "You really know him well."
It seems that the composition of stars is quite complex, and it can actually be in sync with Cheng Che's thinking circuits.
"Is Cheng Che here?"
A clear voice came from outside the door, and the door was knocked gently. There seemed to be some uncertainty and embarrassment in the voice of the visitor.
Sambo's face immediately lit up with a smile. He clapped his hands, walked quickly forward and opened the door, his smile even brighter. "You're here, Guard Officer. How are you? Are you here to visit our sick little crow and steal some film?"
Outside the door, Jeppard, who was about to enter, froze in his face, and his whole body stood still as if petrified.
"Eh?"
Xing blinked and couldn't help but reach out and poke Jeppard, "So Jeppard was tricked by Cheng Che again?"
Jeppard:…
Jeppard's eyes trembled. The usually calm and steady garrison officer had fallen into embarrassing and socially fatal situations countless times.
"It's me." A female voice came from behind Jeppard, and a face similar to Jeppard poked out with a bright smile, "Hey, brother, why are you here to steal the film? I obviously came here to buy the film."
Jeppard's originally light red cheeks instantly turned red, "Sister!"
How can this be!
Wouldn't it be better to let his social death become a well-known secret?
Why do you have to bring it up again and again, and why is it your sister who brings it up!
"Be good, go away." Shiluwa smiled and pushed Jeppard away skillfully, then came to Cheng Che and took a look. "Are you okay?"
Cheng Che was lying on the bed, with a heavy quilt covering his body, leaving only his head exposed. "It's not very good."
Shiluwa: ...
This kid is so honest.
"It seems..." Xiluwa's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation. She looked at the medicine on the table, and then at Cheng Che, whose face was red as Jeppard's, although he was not embarrassed. "You may not have the energy to sell photos now..."
Not just photos, but a little bit about the ice and snow at Yalilo VI.
"You talk, I listen." Cheng Che responded, lying on his side, and raised his chin towards the chair beside him. "My body is not feeling well, but my brain can still work."
Xiluwa hesitated for a moment, but still sat on the small stool beside the bed.
She glanced at her almost mature brother, looked at Cheng Che and asked softly, "You showed off your skills outside the snow curtain today. I came here because of this matter."
After the Starry Sky Train left, Cocolia resigned and either went to the lower district to teach history to children or studied how to compose music and write lyrics. She lived a happier life than before.
This time...
Jeppard passed the news to the new guardian, Bronya. Bronya went to Cocolia, and Cocolia went to him...
As for why he didn't do it himself but instead went around in circles, it might be because of Cheng Che's big mouth...
Xiluwa couldn't help but smile, and tilted her head, "I'll pay for the photos, or I'll pay for the heads. As for the serious matter I'm talking about...how many heads do you want?"
After the words were spoken, everyone in the room fell into silence.
What he said was weird.
Cheng Che blinked, his eyes swept across Xiluwa and fell on Jeppard's head, "Are you sitting in a row waiting for me to pat your head?"
Can't send a wife...
Forget it, I don’t have a wife, so I’ll just accept my fate.