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"嘤嘤嘤——"
"嘤嘤嘤——"
"Stop crying. If you keep crying, I'll go work for the hunting patrol."
Cheng Che sat in the void with his hands on his cheeks, staring at the mask swaying across from him.
A series of masks jingled in the air, as if they were dancing or singing. From beginning to end, the only word that could describe it was "showy".
Hearing Cheng Che's words, the mask trembled and stopped, then moved closer to Cheng Che and said, "I brought you a gift."
Cheng Che: ???
"Gift?" Cheng Che was confused for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Why give me a gift?"
Weird.
"Mmmmm--" the mask made a strange sound again, and took out a bunch of things and threw them in front of Cheng Che.
There were branches emitting green light, strange flames floating in the air, glowing ice, ominous star cores, and even half-broken arrows.
Cheng Che: ...
He picks up garbage to feed the train set. Aha picks up garbage to feed the little crows?
"Eat quickly." The mask said as expected, pushed the messy things in front of Cheng Che, and urged: "Eat quickly."
After eating, He will go look for Him again, and try to fatten up the little crow and turn it into a big crow, and then deal mental damage to those star gods by stepping on their heads and causing them to lose their hair.
Cheng Che: ...
Isn’t it too big a deal to watch the excitement?
"Can we see abundance today? It seems that He has blessed my little pet." Cheng Che bit a star core and calmly accepted the garbage picked up by Ah Ha, "I have to thank Him."
"Hmm?" The mask trembled, and he tilted it to look at Cheng Che, "It's not him, stop looking for him."
Cheng Che was at a loss for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Isn't it He who made the cat become an immortal?"
Who is that?
“No.” The mask shook and turned again, “It’s not Him.”
It is He, it is Aha!
It was Aha who went to the pharmacist to grab a small piece of power of abundance for the cat!
"Then... thank you." Cheng Che was silent for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Are you very free?"
Which star god is so bored that he is picking up trash everywhere?
"Too busy watching the fun."
The mask continued to shake, making a crisp sound of jingling.
Cheng Che nodded suddenly and continued to eat the snacks without showing any disgust.
After chewing for a long time, Cheng Che raised his head again and asked seriously, "Why do you think so highly of me?"
I've been wanting to ask this for a long time.
This question has troubled him for a long time and he has never found an answer.
Although he does have a bit of a cheerful nature and likes to enjoy the fun, he believes that he has not done enough.
“Hahahaha——嘤嘤嘤——”
The mask trembled, and he used whimpering sounds to express his amusement. He swung the mask back and forth in front of Cheng Che, looking very happy, "No wife—whimpering—No wife—I'm dying of laughter—"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che finished eating the last bit of garbage, straightened his clothes, and kicked the mask, "Fuck you!"
Chapter 285 Don’t sleep!
"What are you doing..."
The blue-haired man was pulled out of the warm bed by his hair. He tried to open his eyes with dazed eyes and met a pair of light amber eyes. "You are here in the middle of the night..."
As he spoke, Sangbo rubbed his cheeks, sat cross-legged in the bed with a look of resentment on his face, "You can't wake me up even if you have insomnia..."
"Hurry." Cheng Che was wearing a long windbreaker with pajamas underneath. He looked at Sang Bo with bright eyes. "Hurry, check if I smell like pleasure!"
I came here as soon as I woke up. No one is suitable to be found. After thinking about it, it seems that only Sambo can be considered a happy partner. There is no camp or conflict of interest.
Hearing this, Sambo sighed.
He rubbed his cheek, his face full of helplessness, "Friend, I know He values you very much, but you can't show off in front of me every day--"
Before he could finish his words, the second half of Sambo's sentence got stuck in his throat.
Sambo leaned back slightly, his naked back pressed against the cold wall, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Is this a strong taste of joy? !
This is so colorful and has all kinds of flavors!
"You..." Sang Bo raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Cheng Che, "What did you do?!"
How can a person's composition be so complicated!
"I had a dream." Cheng Che looked around and shivered from the cold air in the lower area. He pushed aside a piece of space and took over the other half of Sangbo's bed without hesitation. He wrapped himself in the quilt and looked at Sangbo, "I'm talking about the taste of pleasure. See if it's strong enough."
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo looked at Cheng Che with a speechless look, stretched out his foot and kicked him down, "My friend, you are a straight man."
"Yes, I am." Cheng Che's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Sang Bo in disbelief, "Will you die if you give me half of your bed? I'm here to chat with you, not to be your wife!"
Good brothers, don’t even think about sitting on the bed and chatting, what’s wrong with holding hands?!
“No, no, no!” Sambo shrank back, his face full of horror. “I, old Sambo, don’t want to die yet!”
Don't say those two scary words!
He, Sambo, doesn't want to listen!
"You dislike me so much!" Cheng Che opened his eyes wide and looked at Sang Bo, raising his voice, "Let me show you! Look! Look at the smell of pleasure on me!"
"..." Sanbo paused, frowned and said in embarrassment, "My friend, you have always had a strong taste of joy, the kind that you don't even need the Star God to see that you are already very happy."
Born happy, do you still need the blessing of happiness?
With Cheng Che's efforts in finding fun, even his Sambo has become fun!
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded and tilted his head to look at Sangbo, "What about now? Will it be heavier? It fed me with the power of other gods, but it didn't feed me the mask..."
Stingy!
Pick up trash and feed him!
“Ah…” Sang Bo opened his mouth, but couldn’t help but pat Cheng Che on the head, saying earnestly, “Friend, be content. There is still someone here who has never seen the Star God in his dreams.”
What are you talking about?
His old Sambo is really sour!
"Then..." Cheng Che blinked, leaned closer to Sangbo and lowered his voice, "Friend, I am now also a little boss of pleasure, do you want to be my little brother?"
Sambo is hard to describe.
Sambo was speechless.
Sambo now has several planets of swear words he wants to say in his mind.
The blue-haired man rubbed his face, suppressed his anger, and said through gritted teeth, "I would be very happy if you said this before you caught me and blew up the vault and made me owe debts."
They were all caught by Cheng Che and became his accomplices in the crime, and now they come to ask him?
"I don't want it!" Sang Bo's eyes widened as he looked at Cheng Che, enunciating every word. "I refuse!"
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, blinking and looking at Sang Bo, "Okay."
Sambo swallowed dryly, "How did you find my house?"
Old Sambo chose to stay at Yalilo No. 6 in order to avoid the Silver Mane Guards. No one knows where he will live!
"Mole Party." Cheng Che took out a candy from his pocket, opened it and ate it, and said vaguely: "A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Sambo Koski is a local snake in the lower class area, but you can't suppress the Mole Party."
At this point, Cheng Che tilted his head and said, "Friend, are you surprised by my appearance?"
Sambo: ...
"I'm not happy, but I feel like I'm going to be blown away by the cold." Sambo covered his chest and pointed to the door, "Go!"
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, and after biting the candy, he looked at Sang Bo, "Then don't worry, I can't call a man my wife."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man disappeared.
Sambo took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.
How abominable!
You come here just to show off that you were visited in a dream again, right? !
How fond of him is Desa Aha, right? !
Sangbo panted heavily, threw off the quilt and lay back down, "I'm so angry..."
Half an hour later, Sambo opened his eyes again.
He reached out his hand to smooth his hair, then stood up and put on his clothes. "Can't sleep, right? Then don't sleep!"
Sambo put on his clothes, staggered out of the door, and went straight to the upper area to look for the little crow who was sleeping in the hotel room.
"What?"
Cheng Che opened his eyes and looked at the pair of green eyes that appeared beside the bed. "It's quite scary at night, you know?"
Sambo blinked and squatted beside the bed without saying a word.
Cheng Che turned around and buried his head in the quilt.
Sambo blinked his eyes again, fumbled around to find an iron basin, and started knocking with his knife, "Why are you sleeping? Get up and have fun!"
Cheng Che: ...