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At the side, the blue-haired man raised the coin in his hand high, with a lazy and playful smile on his face, "Is there such a competition in your hometown?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, then turned to look at Sang Bo, "But why are you here? Are you not hiding from me anymore?"
Hearing this, the smile on Sambo's face froze.
He sighed softly, his eyebrows drooping, looking pitiful and helpless, "Brother, we are people from the same path. Can't you guess why I am here?"
"I guessed it, but I always felt that you would avoid me." Cheng Che glanced at Sangbo and walked towards an empty seat. "This kind of competition is the best place for profiteers to resell some things, such as rare game props, or detailed information and game style of the opponent."
Sang Bo followed Cheng Che's footsteps and pulled out a trash can from the side. "You're right, but friend, can you pick up a bottle of wine for me?"
Cheng Che: ...
It’s definitely the garbage collector.
"What kind of wine?" Cheng Che looked at Sang Bo and said calmly, "Do you know that I just took painkillers and can't drink?"
"I know, so drink your favorite wine." Sambo blinked, trying to make his eyes look extremely innocent, hiding a hint of evil in the deepest part.
Cheng Che nodded and reached into the trash can. "I don't think I have any favorite wine. I've only been allowed to drink for a little over a year, and I've been drinking beverages at school most of the time."
Cheng Che took out the takeaway bag and placed it on the table, then looked at Sangbo in silence while holding his thermos cup filled with water.
"He is indeed a well-behaved child..." Sambo raised his eyebrows, took out a few wine glasses from the takeaway bag and placed them in front of him, and asked softly, "Friend, are you really not going to have some?"
"No, although I'm not afraid of death, I don't really want to die by drinking alcohol and drinking cefuroxime." Cheng Che unscrewed the thermos cup and drank his iced mineral water calmly. "Children and I don't have a relationship. Can you please move these words to Hook or Eric?"
Sambo nodded, and turned to look at the white-haired man leaning against the railing in a daze, "Friend, do you want to have a drink with me?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan turned around, smiled and nodded.
Cheng Che took a deep breath and said, "You guys are really not human..."
"Little kid, you should drink your sweet drink..." Sangbo smiled, supported his chin and pushed a glass of wine in front of Jingyuan, squinting his eyes and listening to the music in the arena, "After you finish drinking, I will go to do business."
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, turned to look at Jing Yuan, and pointed a finger at Sang Bo, "He, the anonymous bomber of Luofu Xianzhou."
Oh, who doesn’t hold a grudge?
Sambo:! ! !
The blue-haired man's eyes widened instantly, and he explained seriously, "I didn't! I only sent a bomb package, and that bomb will definitely fall into the hands of the nameless guest!"
How to do? !
Is it really okay for a patrolling general to arrest the joyful masked man and put him in police station?
Will Yalilo No. 6 and Xianzhou Luofu have a heated discussion about where Sambo is imprisoned? !
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. "No matter who you sent it to, it was you who bypassed Luofu's security check and dropped the bomb into the pile of parcels."
Having said that, Cheng Che lowered his head and rummaged through his bag. Under Sambo's trembling eyes, he found a piece of paper signed 'Sambo Koski'.
Cheng Che held the small piece of paper between two fingers and shook it, saying in a calm voice, "Uncle Sangbo, do you want to go to jail together? The prison of fifty layers of formations, no need to worry about it, just raise your hand, and a smiling General Jingyuan will personally send you to jail."
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Jing Yuan and couldn't help asking, "Is he now the image ambassador of your Prison of Desolation?"
Jing Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he snorted with an ambiguous smile, "Maybe."
It was true that there were fifty layers of formations, but Cheng Che was obviously not trapped.
Hey……
It's not that great either. With fifty layers of formations placed there, it would be difficult for Jing Yuan to deliberately let a prisoner escape in the future...
but……
Jing Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but look up at Cheng Che. After thinking for a long time, he spoke, "You call him uncle, why do you call me brother?"
bias! This is definitely bias!
How come he, a general of the Gods who had lived for many, many years, was getting younger and younger as time went by? !
"Just say it..." Cheng Che stuffed the note in his hand into Jing Yuan's hand as evidence, leaning back in his chair with his eyes half closed, "He still calls me brother, don't panic."
Let each one have his own opinion.
"Oh, I think I met someone I know?"
A smiling male voice came from behind, and a hand was quietly placed on Sangbo's shoulder. The man had a strange mask on his face, and his voice was half-smile, "Brother Sangbo, long time no see?"
Sambo: ...
His identity as a tavern member can no longer be concealed? !
Sang Bo's eyes swept across Cheng Che, who had a calm face, and looked at Jing Yuan, whose smile had not changed at all. Finally, he turned his head silently and looked at the mask, "Friend, you can talk to me privately."
He acts so arrogantly, afraid that others don't know that he has some little secrets?
"I do want to." The man sighed with a smile, pulled over a chair and sat beside her, then touched the bottle on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. "But since I got acne and stye, I really don't want to chat with you in private."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Bo's pupils trembled, and he leaned back slightly away from Cheng Che.
Cheng Che turned his gaze back to Sang Bo, a huge question mark flashed in his eyes, "No... did you really take a photo and send it to your friends? Is your friendship so fragile?!"
"I can't be the only one who suffers, right?" Sangbo shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "You dare to curse even the Star God, so what's wrong with someone looking at your butt?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, looking at Sang Bo with hesitation, "Can't you express it in a different way?"
It's so indecent.
Sambo blinked and said seriously, "No."
Chapter 277 You have another choice.
"Why are you looking at me in such a weird way?"
Cheng Che sat next to the small table, bent the light tube in his hand, and tried to twist out a glowing little crow logo.
He glanced at the man who was drinking slowly with a straw, then looked away and continued to break the light bulb.
Sambo nudged the masked man next to him with his elbow, and said in a voice full of the earnestness of an experienced person, "Brother, this one..."
At this point, Sang Bo paused and pointed at Cheng Che, "Brother Cheng Che is not someone we can afford to offend."
Hearing this, the masked man tilted his head slightly and looked at Cheng Che through the mask.
Cheng Che raised his eyelids and glanced at Sang Bo, then lowered his head again, looking uninterested, "Don't call me brother, people who call me brother have been forgotten for several years."
Cheng Che looked down at the light tube in his hand, took out a watering can and stuck the bent light tube on the iron mesh, and handed it to Jing Yuan after it dried, "Remember, you must be a good atmosphere group when I compete."
Jing Yuan:......
There was a flash of disbelief in the white-haired man's eyes, and he asked in confusion: "Seriously?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, took out a coin and shook it, "I just played with Silver Wolf a few days ago, and I just set up a new Ether Spirit."
"What do you think?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in confusion: "It seems that you prefer Luofu's ingenuity, or the cute things like Di Ting."
Luofu's clever shape is cute and pretty, and crows just happen to like pretty things.
"Little Crow." Cheng Che put his hands in his pockets, leaned back in his chair and half closed his eyes, "I'll just play for a while. The protagonists of this game should be Sanyue and Xing, right?"
Well, based on his understanding of Mihoyo’s planning, this is obviously a major version event, and the one who will be in the spotlight will definitely be that lousy pioneer.
"I see." Jing Yuan suddenly realized, held the little crow's sign in his arms, and said with a smile: "It's the etheric spirit that croaks and steps on each other's heads, right?"
Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, looking into Jing Yuan's eyes, "Then remember to take a good look later, after all, I didn't blow Dandelion's hair apart last time."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan's eyes flickered, and he inexplicably saw a strange picture.
A crow, holding a white dandelion in its two wings, made a squawking sound and blew it, and its white hair fluttered in the wind.
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horrible! ! !
On the other side, Sambo raised his glass to cover his lips and spoke in a low voice, "Brother Giovanni, I am not saying this nonsense. You have already had a preliminary understanding of how toxic the little crow is. As for a deep understanding..."
The smile on Sangbo's face froze, and he was speechless, "Brother, I can only tell you that you should go home and take a bath first."
Yes, take a bath, rub your skin until it is smooth and white, and wait for a little crow to come with a marker to keep accounts.
Giovanni was stunned, and as Sambo raised his wine glass, he saw Sambo's exposed forearm.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "Ah...this is really interesting..."
Wow, this is so interesting!
It's rare to find someone who can trick Sambo like this!!!
Sambo heard the interest in Giovanni's voice, and a gleam flashed in his light green eyes.
He raised his glass and touched it lightly against Giovanni's glass, and whispered, "Good luck."
The Crow's Mouth is an uncontrollable weapon, but Cheng Che is obviously not a brainless person. With this combination, the lethality is multiplied.
Sang Bo thought for a moment, then looked at Cheng Che, who was holding the thermos cup in a daze with a calm expression, "My friend, I believe in you. Keep up the good work."
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo lazily, moved his stool, rested his forehead on Jing Yuan's shoulder and closed his eyes.
Sang Bo was stunned. He looked at Cheng Che for a long time, and finally couldn't help but asked, "What's wrong with you?"
I feel something is not right, and I don't seem to be in the mood.
"I feel sleepy." Cheng Che closed his eyes and dozed off, leaning on Jing Yuan like a pillow. "I feel sleepy after taking the medicine."
Hearing this, Sangbo nodded, "That's true, then you should have a good rest, and wait a while..."
Sambo was slightly startled, his eyes swept across the audience gathered around him, and after thinking for a long time, he silently turned his head to look at Giovanni, "Brother Giovanni, do you mind if I do a little business?"
Giovanni: ...
how?
Do you need to say hello before cheating someone?
"Start a bet?" Giovanni thought for a moment and nodded. "But let me make it clear first, I won't participate. If you are wanted by the Silver Mane Guards, it will only be your problem."
Sambo:! ! !