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Sambo: ...
The blue-haired man silently looked at the Chinese character "正" that appeared on his arm out of nowhere, his eyes filled with desolation. "A pimple is so expensive..."
Five favors!
Although the value of such a favor depends entirely on the intention, and Cheng Che would not ask him to do something that goes against his ideas, but...
This kid is not normal in his mind. He wants to be funny from time to time!
"What kind of things are cheap from profiteers?" Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo, picked up his glass and drank slowly, his eyes sweeping over the groups of drinkers in the bar, "It's quite lively."
Sambo nodded, resting his chin lazily and squinting his eyes, "What a pity, the tavern in Beloberg is never this lively."
Hearing this, Cheng Che was startled, "There is a tavern in Belloburg?"
Why didn't he notice?
Is it because the map is not open to him yet? !
"Yes, but outsiders like you usually don't go there." Sangbo looked lazy, squinting his eyes and tasting the wine carefully. "The conditions are so difficult, and everyone is guarding their own little piece of land. We have to think of some way to vent..."
Sambo took a sip of his wine, his voice was playful and lazy, "What about you? How do you adjust when you want to kill someone?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Be beaten."
Sambo: ...
Sambo turned his head slowly, the confusion in his eyes not seeming fake, "Are you serious?"
What kind of adjustment method is this?
Sang Bo was speechless and looked at Cheng Che without saying a word.
"Seriously." Cheng Che nodded calmly. After finishing a glass of wine, he pushed the glass to the bartender and waited for the second glass. "If the child doesn't learn his lesson, just give him a beating. If he still doesn't learn his lesson, then the beating is too light."
Sang Bo's pupils trembled, and he patted Cheng Che's shoulder with his palm, "It's not easy for you either..."
"Oh, stay away from me, I'm wearing white-"
Cheng Che held back his words as he watched Sangbo's hand tremble and the light brown wine in the glass splash onto his body.
There was a light brown water stain on the white shirt, and the same stain appeared on the bent leg.
Cheng Che: ...
Sambo: ...
Cheng Che took a deep look at Sang Bo, then looked down at the white clothes on his body, and said with emotion, "Do you know how it feels to wear a set of hot clothes and get dirty in less than half an hour?"
The point is, is it dirty?
The point is that the clothes that were burned by gas are dirty!
Sambo tilted his head, frowning slightly, "How about... I make a wish for a more burnt set of clothes... and then you pick it out from the trash can?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, his eyes swept over Sangbo's clothes, then looked at his own clothes, "Forget it, we have different ratings for the word burn."
Sambo almost had his face burned, he wished for a piece of clothing...
Then the fishing net might be pulled out...
"You look down on me!" Sambo's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "We are all just having fun, I don't even look down on you!"
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and said, "Yeah, how dare I look down on you? After all, not everyone can be like you, who loses face three miles away before leaving the house."
Sambo: ...
Does speaking have to be so hurtful?
"Aren't all the people in our family like this?" Sang Bo looked at Cheng Che with a heavy tone, "How can anyone who has anything to do with the word joy still have the face to do so?"
Cheng Che thought about it and nodded, "Indeed, but I am the only one who can throw away my face. Others cannot do that."
From the moment he fell through the train with his butt, does he still have the nerve to do that?
Cheng Che's eyes fell on Sang Bo's face. Seeing his grief, he couldn't help but comfort him, "Don't worry, no one can keep their face while I'm here."
This is not self-confidence, this is confidence in the bad news.
Sangbo pursed his lips, his eyes were extremely complicated, "You are so young, but your heart is so dirty."
It's not enough to harm him alone, he also intends to harm everyone...
"Oh, if you hadn't spilled that glass of wine, I'd still be clean." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. The smile on his face disappeared instantly. He silently took the second glass of wine handed over by the bartender. "Others get drunk and go play with their wives, but when I get drunk, I have to go back and poke Tuanzi. What a poor little crow..."
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo heard the rare sorrow in Cheng Che's tone, frowned slightly and stared at Cheng Che, hesitantly asked, "Are you...drunk?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che supported his chin with both hands. His eyes without glasses looked particularly clear, and his gaze was dull and lifeless. "I don't like drinking cocktails because it makes me drunk easily."
Sang Bo's eyes flickered, and he leaned towards Cheng Che, holding the wine glass.
Cheng Che turned his head a little slowly, "What's wrong?"
"It seems easier to deceive when you are drunk." Sang Bo smiled with his eyes bent, one arm resting on the table and looking at Cheng Che.
The phone quietly stood up against the wine glass, and the camera was turned on and flashing a faint light.
Amidst the lights and feasting, Sambo smiled and asked, "Can you help me reduce my debt?"
Cheng Che remained silent, staring at Sang Bo.
"How about..." Sambo hesitated for a moment and tentatively changed the question, "Can you help me wipe the words off my arm?"
It’s not that I don’t want to wipe it off myself, but what’s the point of wiping it off myself? It’s all a debt of favor.
Only when Cheng Che wipes out the debt with his own hands can he be truly debt-free.
Cheng Che continued to remain silent, looking at Sang Bo and waiting for the next question.
"I'll treat you to a drink, five favors for one cup?" Sangbo raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to coax.
Cheng Che remained silent. Sang Bo's eyelids twitched, and he bargained under Cheng Che's gaze, "One cup for one favor?"
After a while, Cheng Che turned his head and drank the whole glass of wine with an expressionless face.
He reached for his phone to pay, then stood up and looked down at Sambo.
The trafficker, who always made jokes and looked pitiful, raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him in confusion.
"That's all?" Cheng Che patted Sang Bo's shoulder and said softly, "The flowers are so beautiful that they are dazzling, but it's a pity that people are 12+."
Chapter 260 Take a Gamble
The stars flow, and the faint light emitted by the galaxies travels through time and space and spreads in the quiet courtyard.
Two figures sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard, holding snacks that Starry Sky Train had kindly sent to them, with the same confused expressions on their faces.
After a while, the pink-haired girl finally couldn't help but turned her head and asked, "General, what are we doing?"
The girl's long pink hair was tied up on her head. The pink hair hanging from the bun fluttered in the night wind. The hair loss that had troubled her for many days had long disappeared.
Hearing this, the white-haired man blinked, supported his chin with one hand and sighed slightly, "Waiting for a little crow to fall into the trap."
Fu Xuan:......
Fu Xuan was silent for a moment, then turned to look at a piece of note paper placed in the middle of the stone table.
There were mysterious symbols marked on the note, which Fu Taibu could not quite understand.
After a while, Fu Xuan could no longer bear it and pointed at the note with a trembling finger, "Do you think you can summon a delivery man by just drawing a talisman on a piece of paper? Even I, the great fortune teller, dare not dream of this!"
Craving for takeout?
Are you doubting Cheng Che and going crazy?!
Hearing this, Jing Yuan lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Fu Xuan, then retracted his gaze, reached out his hand to touch the popcorn in his arms and fed himself, shaking his head with emotion, "Fu Qing, you don't understand."
The tone is melancholy, as if filled with sorrow.
Fu Xuan:......
"I don't understand?!" Fu Xuan frowned, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "I don't understand why you asked me to come here?! To accompany you in a daze?!"
Do you know how much work she has to deal with?
"Wait with me..." Jing Yuan sighed again, half-closing his eyes and staring at the note paper on the table, "Hey..."
Fu Xuan:......
Fu Xuan is always silent today. He inexplicably feels that Cheng Che torturing Jing Yuan and Jing Yuan torturing himself have formed a perfect industrial chain.
But unfortunately, as the great Lord Bu, he really couldn't think of any good way to torture Cheng Che, and the industrial chain could not be perfectly closed.
After taking a deep breath for a while, Fu Xuan suppressed his inner anger, snorted coldly, and turned away.
Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. If you get angry and get sick, no one will be able to replace you.
The girl hurriedly left the courtyard. Jing Yuan sighed helplessly again, holding the popcorn tube and picking up the scroll on the table to read carefully, "Hey... the general has to work overtime too..."
I want to retire, but Luofu obviously doesn't have a suitable successor now.
The scrolls were turned page after page. The trivial and tedious matters were not important, but they still required General Shen Ce to review them personally, which was not only mentally and physically exhausting, but also physically tiring.
In the corner of my eye, the note paper on the table seemed to flash a faint light.
Jing Yuan leaned back on the recliner, raised his eyelids and looked at the pink sticky note with a strange totem printed on it.
"boom--"
With a muffled sound, a man in pajamas appeared on the stone table, his face full of confusion.
The young man never had much expression, but at this moment his eyes were filled with confusion and didn't seem so cold.
Jing Yuan:......
Well, he really got caught.
Jing Yuan bent one leg, propped his elbow on his knee and smiled, "Why? Did you think of me, the general who was tortured by the little note and couldn't sleep at night?"
Cheng Che seemed a little slow to react. He reached out and touched his butt before speaking, "Why don't you stick to the wall... Will it look good if I sit on the table?"
Cheng Che glanced around and suppressed the thought that he had been transported to a strange place. He thought for a while and then sat cross-legged on the table. He looked at Jing Yuan and was speechless. "Really? If I don't know what I am, I would think I am a pig for the New Year ancestor sacrifice..."
What's the difference between a pig that just took a shower and changed into clean clothes and a pig that was washed and tied with a red ribbon? !