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"That's not a bad idea." A hint of amusement flashed in Shiluwa's eyes, and she said with a smile, "I just came to convey their meaning. Mainly, I want to see Jeppard's photo."
Cheng Che met Xi Luwa's gaze, thought for a moment, and then spoke, "Let's discuss it after I recover."
"Okay." Shiluwa smiled and placed two invitations on the table. "This is the performance that Cocolia and I are planning. You must come when the time comes."
"No problem." Xing glanced at the tiredness between Cheng Che's eyebrows and took over the conversation skillfully.
She put the invitation away and looked at Jeppard with a puzzled look again, "So why is the grass still on Jeppard's head?"
Hearing this, Jeppard's pupils trembled, and he turned his face away without saying anything.
"Oh..." Although Shiluwa sighed, the smile on her face became even brighter.
She looked at her brother with a smile and said softly, "I don't know. None of the flowers my brother raised survived, but..."
The grass on the head is very tenacious and it won't fall off even if you water it or pour poison on it.
star:……
Xing was silent for a moment, then looked at Jeppard hesitantly and said, "Look at it from a bright side, it's a dream come true."
Chapter 239: Can't Be Calm at All
For several days in a row, Jeppard repeatedly went into the Goethe Hotel to look for a little crow that could solve the problem of ice and snow, but unfortunately, the crow was seriously ill in bed in the previous few days and disappeared on the spot after he recovered.
"He..." Jeppard had a blank expression on his face. He had already lost all hope in life due to the three visits a day.
Jeppard looked at the empty hotel room, then turned to look at the trader who had appeared out of nowhere, "Where's the person?"
Sambo leaned against the wall, stuffed the wad of money in his pocket after hearing what was said, and looked up at Jeppard. He actually felt a little sympathy for this garrison officer who had always been at odds with him.
Sambo's face was full of embarrassment. He patted Jeppard's shoulder as he frowned slightly, and said earnestly: "We have been dealing with each other for such a long time. Do you really understand the word "trader"... no, "profiteer"?"
Cheng Che looks stupid and gullible, but that's just an act.
Jeppard...Jepard seems to be really gullible now, maybe he was coaxed into doing this by his own sister since he was a child.
Jeppard frowned, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes.
He broke free from Sangbo's hand. Although he wanted to catch the dealer right now, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Cheng Che?"
Show off your abilities and then run away?
What's the difference between this and a scumbag?!
"He's a more unscrupulous businessman than me..." Sambo couldn't help but twitch his lips. He originally wanted to tease Jeppard, but now...
Forget it, we are both in the same boat, who is better than who?
Sambo glanced at the empty corridor and waved to Jeppard, "Come."
Jeppard's eyelids twitched, but he couldn't help but move forward.
There is no way, Cheng Che has now grasped their thoughts and melted the ice and snow...
It doesn't have to be melted completely, just a little bit is enough to allow the people in the lower areas to see the sun again, and expose the land for cultivation...
Sangbo lowered his voice and said in his usual joking tone: "When I was reselling goods, if I came across a rare good thing, I would definitely wait for customers to come to me, so that the price..."
At this point, Sambo turned around, looked at Jeppard's profile, chuckled and said, "I have the final say on the price."
Well, if a fellow enthusiast wants to have some fun, how can old Sambo not help set up a stage?
Maybe I could even trick Cheng Che into going to the pub with me for a drink, which would definitely be more fun.
Hearing this, Jeppard frowned, opened his mouth and whispered: "But I came here to discuss this with him..."
"It's different." Sambo patted Jeppard's shoulder, stretched his neck and smiled, "The longer we wait, the higher our expectations. This chip..."
Of course it is getting bigger and bigger.
Sambo raised his eyebrows, looked deeply at Jeppard, and turned away.
Jeppard pursed his lips, stood there thinking for a while, and finally turned back to Klipperburg to discuss countermeasures.
……
Cheng Che, who was being talked about, was squatting in front of the trash can, and was leaning over to take out takeout bags from the trash can.
Xing, who was standing next to him, was carrying a huge package on his back and holding a takeaway bag in his hand. He looked speechless and said, "Can't you come with me back to Luofu or the train group to pick up trash?"
Do we have to pick up the garbage at Yalilo No. 6 and let her carry it over?
Did you know that her scumbag star core spirit can also get tired? !
"No." Cheng Che clapped his hands, stood up and hung the last takeout bag on Xing's hand, his cheeks slightly sickly red from the cold wind.
He turned his head and coughed twice, then covered his mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice: "My anchor may be attached to some unspeakable place on the immortal boat, so I won't go back."
You can trust Jingyuan's character in big things, but...
Oh, how could such a clever guy not seize the opportunity to trick him?
"You..." Xing's face showed an expression that was hard to describe and he doubted Cheng Che's mind. His voice was full of confusion. "Although I don't know what your anchor point is, can't you really use the boundary anchor that pioneers can use?"
"Yes, but you don't have to." Cheng Che took out the thermos, unscrewed it and took a sip. The hot pear soup poured into his mouth, and his dry throat felt much better.
Cheng Che stuffed a bag of candy into Xing's arms, his face calm, "I'm afraid that my flashes of inspiration will be too frequent, and Jing Yuan will have the same problem as Mr. Walter."
star:……
A white dandelion with a sad face and no smile at all appeared in Xing's mind. She swallowed the words she wanted to persuade and picked up the takeaway skillfully, "Okay, then I'm leaving."
Cheng Che nodded and climbed up the small hill nearby on the thick snow.
On the hillside, the long-haired man stood quietly with his arms folded across his chest. When he noticed the footsteps behind him, he hummed softly, "Behave yourself if you're sick."
"You can't be quiet at all." Cheng Che took two steps forward, stood beside Ren and looked at the white snow.
The cold wind was howling, and the snowflakes were blown up by the wind and piled up, creating a biting chill.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Che finally spoke, "What are you thinking about?"
Hearing this, Ren was slightly startled, and after a while he replied coldly, "I don't know."
Life is too long, and there seems to be not much left in the mind except hatred and obsession. It is also difficult to sort out a clue and think carefully.
Cheng Che took off his glasses and wiped off the snowflakes on them, stuffed them into his pocket and looked at Ren, "Well, do you want to know what I'm thinking?"
"Hmm?" Blade turned around holding the sword, his brows slightly raised, "Thinking about how to harm the beautiful head on Yalilo No. 6?"
Cheng Che choked and looked at Ren with a complicated look, "Is this the image of me in your mind?"
Woe to the brain...
Although it is fun, it can only be used as a seasoning. Who would hold a salt jar as a main meal?
Ren retracted his gaze and watched the snowflakes fluttering between the sky and the earth. After a while, he continued, "Those people hiding from Klipperburg make them anxious, troubled, speculative, and distressed..."
At this point, Ren snorted, "It must be very satisfying, right? People who were originally unrelated to you are swayed by your actions. You are holding something that seems useless but is the lifeblood of others in your hand, and you are influencing their behavior..."
The disaster at the core of the star was averted by the Star Train, but the problems left behind cannot be solved overnight.
With Cheng Che's bad temper, he would never want to be a savior. The purpose of this little crow is to make others circle around him.
The star core is a favor that Yalilo 6 owes to the train crew, and this ice and snow is a favor that Yalilo 6 owes to Cheng Che.
"Ah."
Cheng Che nodded calmly, lowered his head, unwrapped a candy and put it in his mouth, his tone extremely calm, "Although I was fooling Jing Yuan before, I never lied. My friends have past events and old friends, and they all seem to be much more important than me, but now..."
Cheng Che folded the candy wrapper slowly, his palms chilled by the cold wind, "Look, I am very important now."
Chapter 240 Who wouldn’t have a flash of inspiration?
In the silence, Ren raised his chin slightly and glanced at Cheng Che's face which looked a little sick. His eyes moved down and fell on Cheng Che's hand which was folding paper.
The fingertips were frozen red, and the repeated cracks on the fingertips looked particularly glaring.
Blade was silent for a moment, then retracted his gaze, "Yes, I don't lie, but I'm avoiding the important points."
The dark thoughts were revealed, and the bargaining chips placed on both sides of the transaction were revealed.
But what about the rest?
Cheng Che silently folded a thousand paper cranes and put them in his pocket. His voice was calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "But you didn't ask, so what should I say?"
Ren's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Cheng Che without saying a word, holding the sword.
Others don't have a mouth so they won't say anything even if they are asked, but Cheng Che doesn't have a mouth so he won't say anything even if they are not asked.
Cheng Che met Shang Ren's gaze, then suddenly lowered his eyes and seemed to laugh.
He looked at the snowy plain ahead and said softly, "Okay... I'm not just using the star core to keep warm. I kind of want to explore the little secrets of my body."
Let some blood flow and see if it can burn.
Ren snorted and said nothing.
He is really courting death. He does whatever he wants. However, I don't think I am qualified to judge Cheng Che's behavior.
"What are you talking about?" A pair of cold hands reached out from behind. The purple-haired woman stood on tiptoe and placed her palms on the cheeks of the two people in front of her. She smiled and said, "I feel the excitement of a little crow who wants to make trouble."
Cheng Che tilted his head and asked, "Did you go build a snowman?"
There was still snow on my hands, and it felt so cold as if I was holding a piece of ice against my face.
"Yeah." Kafka smiled and stood to one side with her hands behind her back. Her smile was not blown away by the wind and snow. "I think this kind of weather is very suitable for taking a hot spring bath, drinking warm wine, and leaning against the hot spring pool in a daze."
"Well, light another stick of wood incense." Cheng Che took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and handed them to Kafka. He glanced at the wound on his fingertips and picked up the violin case at his feet. "I suddenly thought of a song. Let me play it for you."
Kafka's eyes flashed with interest, and she raised her eyes slightly, "What's your name?"
"I forgot, but this song sounds good anywhere except in Yuanxia Palace." Cheng Che picked up the zither and tried it out, not caring at all whether his injured fingertips would hurt when rubbing the strings. "Just now, when I saw the burning blood, I suddenly thought of a knife, so I wanted to let you experience it too."
Cheng Che skillfully set up the zither and drew the bow, recalling the music in his mind as the snow fell all over the sky.
It's good, it's burning.
It's all fucking on fire!
The snow is white and there are few people outside the snow curtain. Only the sound of music whistling in the wind can be heard.
The tall man stood to one side with his arms folded across his chest and holding a sword, his eyes looking far away but unable to focus on anything practical.