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They are a happy big family and it is true, but can't they have a little friendship?
Sangbo turned his gaze to Cheng Che, trying to find a little crow that was in cahoots with him.
"Don't look for me. I don't want to dream about a big mouth falling from the sky at night." Cheng Che waved his hand decisively, closed his eyes and reached out his hand to fumble in his pocket, trying to find a coat to use as a blanket, "I want to sleep for a while."
Sambo: ...
Only old Sambo is left to run around for a little bit of change, right? !
If he is accidentally discovered and chased three miles by Jeppard and his men, Cheng Che and Giovanni will be standing there with melon seeds in their hands, pointing and laughing, right? !
"By the way, let's invest in some stocks." Cheng Che took out a stack of Dongcheng shields and threw them to Sang Bo, sighing softly, "I was careless and didn't bring a blanket."
Cheng Che straightened up, took a look at the schedule, and sighed, "I'll go back to the hotel and sleep."
Come back when you wake up. By then, Xing and March 7 may have just finished collecting Ether Spirits and can catch up with the opening of the competition.
Cheng Che thought about it, then turned to look at Jing Yuan, "What about you? Do you want to stay here and hang out, or should I pick up some trash for you while you eat and stare blankly?"
Jing Yuan:......
"Can you replace picking up trash to eating takeout?" Jing Yuan looked at Cheng Che with sincerity in his eyes, "Perhaps you can change your excuse."
"Pick up some takeout and eat." Cheng Che repeated, stuffing the thermos into his bag, "But I'm really sleepy..."
I feel so sleepy after taking the medicine that I wish I could just fall asleep and sleep till the end of the world.
“Hmm…” Jing Yuan’s eyebrows curved slightly, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Che, “You have another choice.”
Cheng Che froze his hands for a moment, and looked up at Jing Yuan. Although he was sleepy, his eyes were still very clear. "If you want me to turn into a little crow, sleep here!"
Jing Yuan nodded calmly, leaning back in his chair and smiling, "How great! I don't have to worry about oversleeping and missing the game."
Cheng Che: ...
He was a little moved, but he was afraid that his feathers would be plucked.
"Right!" Sambo's eyes lit up, he rested his arms on the table, leaned forward in his chair, and looked expectant. "I heard that you could turn into a little crow when you were kidnapped last time, but I haven't watched it yet!"
Cheng Che: ...
"Am I some kind of precious pet?" Cheng Che looked at Sang Bo in disbelief, then at Jing Yuan, "Now not only are there people coveting my hips, but there are also people coveting my shiny black feathers, right?!"
Chapter 278 What kind of lewd words are these? !
"That's right."
The white-haired man turned his chair to face the playing field. There was a small lamp on the small wooden table next to him, and next to the lamp were wine glasses and bottles.
He bent his legs and stepped on the railing, holding a pitch-black crow in his hands. "It won't delay your rest, nor will it delay your watching the game, right?"
"Hmm." The little crow made a muffled sound, arched its head, and then rested its chin on Jing Yuan's hand, closing its eyes and said lazily: "I can't sleep either, I just want to close my eyes."
I was very sleepy, but not sleepy enough to fall asleep.
Jing Yuan glanced at Sambo and the masked man who were leaving together, then looked away and sighed, "The word 'joy' really means freedom."
Looking for fun everywhere and not doing any serious work.
That's not quite right, because having fun is their main job.
"Free?" Cheng Che muttered, folding his wings and speaking softly, "How am I free? Don't I, a nameless guest Xiao Huanyue, still have to work for you?"
At this point, Cheng Che paused and said hesitantly: "So how much is your monthly salary?"
If you're so busy, how could it be reasonable to earn less than one or two million?
"I don't know, but at least I can support myself and Yanqing..." Jing Yuan smiled, lowered his eyes and looked at the pitch-black crow in his hand, twisting its wings with his fingertips and spreading them, "Really, your crow is really good, it can talk and has brains, and it can be sold for a lot of money."
"I will sell everything that sells to me." Cheng Che raised his eyelids and glanced at Jing Yuan, then collapsed into his hands without any struggle. "So are you having a good vacation?"
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Very happy."
"Okay." Cheng Che responded, closing his eyes and said lazily, "So keep my little stickers, and tell me if you want to go on vacation or be lazy."
Jing Yuan smiled and said softly, "Would you like to help me with my work?"
"Not really." Cheng Che muttered, flapping his wings and speaking calmly, "I've already said that I want to be the best choice, so I must show my importance that cannot be replaced, right?"
At this point, Cheng Che looked up at Jing Yuan and said softly, "I saw the knife you often used in Luofu's information before."
Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
"Stone Fire Dream Body." Cheng Che recalled the poem he had learned before traveling through time, and said thoughtfully, "This is a poem from my hometown. I have almost forgotten it, but I can still remember two lines."
Cheng Che patted Jing Yuan's hand and said softly, "The night is clear and dust-free, the moonlight is like silver, the wine is full, it must be full. Fame and profit are in vain, and the pain and exhaustion are in vain. I sigh for the colt in the gap, the fire in the stone, and the body in the dream."
Jing Yuan's eyes darkened and he was speechless for a moment.
The competition venue was converted from a former weapons testing ground. There was no sunlight at all, only some dim light from the light tubes lit everywhere.
The young man's voice was steady and without any emotion, but it exploded in Jing Yuan's ears.
"But friends." Cheng Che paused and said softly, "There is also the second half of the sentence. Let's enjoy it and be innocent. When will we go back and be an idle person, with a zither, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds."
At this point, Cheng Che seemed to laugh, flapped his wings and said seriously, "It doesn't matter, the crow is a substitute, you deserve it, if you have a substitute, you are an idler."
Jing Yuan's breathing stagnated for a while before he chuckled, "What's the cost?"
At least there must be a high fee for substitute work, but I don’t know if General Shen Ce can afford it.
Hearing this, the dark little crow was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I can't think of a suitable fee, so I'll just owe it for now."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan raised his hand and took a look. There were several dark marks hidden under his gloves, representing the huge debt he owed.
Although it was a bit tragic, ever since I met that dealer named Sambo...
It's acceptable, at least not half of the arm is painted black.
"Thank you very much." Jing Yuan smiled and looked down at the crow lazily nesting in his palm, "But you are really considerate."
"I have some thoughts." Cheng Che thought about it and pulled out a few reasons in his mind. "I have several reasons. Which one do you want to hear?"
Jing Yuan:......
I understand. Fengpi’s train of thought is not only bizarre but also extremely numerous.
"Be serious." Jing Yuan smiled, raised the wine glass to his lips and drank slowly, squinting his eyes and looking at the huge screen on the arena below.
"Be serious..." Cheng Che seemed a little helpless, trying to pull out a slightly more serious statement from his mind, "There is no reason to be serious, it's just a small favor between friends, I can't be wandering around while my friends are squatting in Luofu crying over a mountain of work."
Jingyuan blinked, "Me? Crying?"
"Who knows? Who knows if you will bite the quilt and cry every night before going to bed..." Cheng Che squatted in Jing Yuan's palm with his wings tucked in, and said seriously, "Besides, I have indeed learned a lot of things, so I can just help a little."
Jing Yuan nodded suddenly, and glanced at Cheng Che, "What about other theories?"
"Let me think about it..." Cheng Che paused, then thought for a moment and said, "But have you finally learned how to use your mouth?"
There are a lot of strange questions, which is quite different from the impression Jingyuan gave people at the beginning.
"I didn't learn it at first." Jing Yuan's smile froze, as if he remembered the scene of a crow waving its hands and running away, "I have learned it now."
It's true that you should use your brain when dealing with people, but Cheng Che...
Don't beat around the bush, just speak your mind and you will get the result you want.
Save worry and effort.
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, then said, "I said that I have a strong possessiveness towards things and even friends. As long as I am important enough, I will be the first choice. I am working hard for my goal."
Jing Yuan nodded, not knowing what he was thinking about, "What about your other friends?"
"Well... we are weaving a web, take your time." Cheng Che patted Jing Yuan's palm and suddenly laughed, "There is another less serious explanation."
"Oh?" The white-haired man raised his glass, eyebrows slightly raised, and said with a smile, "What?"
"The less serious way to put it is..." Cheng Che paused, raised his head and looked into Jing Yuan's eyes, "Jing Yuanyuan, I am loving you."
"puff--"
Jing Yuan sprayed a mouthful of wine half a meter away, soaking his clothes, trouser legs and the little crow completely.
"Calm down." Cheng Che waved his wings, jumped onto the table and looked at Jing Yuan, "You've never seen the world..."
"How can I calm down?" Jing Yuan wiped his face and shook his clothes, unable to speak, "Can you learn something good?"
What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this? !
"No." The little crow squatted on the table with its wings tucked in. It looked at Jing Yuan and thought for a moment before speaking, "To put it more accurately, I am taming you, Jing Yuanyuan."
Jing Yuan froze as he was wiping his collar, and looked up into a pair of amber eyes.
The black crow stood at the edge of the table, and the voice that came out of his mouth was extremely calm. "After tasting the taste of freedom, you will be more willing to open your phone and use the crow's substitute service."
"Right, General?"
Chapter 279: Beat the Trash Can!
The music in the stadium was passionate, completely arousing the deepest desire for confrontation in people's hearts, and excitement and enthusiasm were written on everyone's face.
The white-haired man held the black crow in one hand and supported his chin with the other hand as he looked down. His eyes were empty and all the messy thoughts in his mind were suppressed.
It's a little confusing, but it's particularly addictive to this feeling of relaxation of doing nothing.
After a while, Jing Yuan finally closed his eyes.
He looked at the black crow in his hand and whispered, "As a friend, how much do you know about me?"
The black crow pecked at the palm of my hand again and again, looking very sleepy.
Hearing Jing Yuan's voice, Cheng Che came back to his senses, shook his head and looked up, "Rumors in the streets of Luofu, the information revealed by Dan Heng, Ren and Yan Qing, and your diary."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yuan looked up suddenly and said in disbelief: "My diary? Where did you find this diary?!"
Could his diary be found by an outsider who had only been in Luofu for a few days?
Hearing this, Cheng Che looked at Jing Yuan with a strange look, "It's on your chair in the Shen Ce Mansion, it's placed so blatantly, and you don't allow people to see it?"
Jing Yuan's eyes were full of confusion, and hesitantly asked, "I put it there and you just look at it?"
This is a diary!