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Cheng Che smiled, took a wet tissue and wiped off one of the characters "正". After thinking for a while, he wiped off two more.
Sang Bo was moved to tears and looked at Cheng Che devoutly, "My friend, you are so kind."
He recalled the rumors he had heard in Beloberg, and shook Cheng Che's hand vigorously, speaking in an earnest voice as if he was trying to trick a client, "It's just a backup dancer! I can do Sambo!"
"So you knew it..." Cheng Che muttered, thought for a while, and then erased a positive character to make it an even number.
"Of course, I, Sambo, am well-informed." Sambo smiled, as if he had tricked two fools into selling all the fake goods. "Don't worry, I absolutely don't mind dancing on the stage with a mask on, but..."
At this point, Sambo stopped smiling, looked Cheng Che up and down, then grabbed Cheng Che's scarf and shook it, "Friend, let me make it clear first, you have to ask Jeppard to not arrest me."
The cat and mouse game is really interesting, but...
Isn't it a comedy to be caught while dancing on stage?!
Cheng Che nodded, and pointed at Giovanni who was keeping silent and eating melons beside him, "We are all members of the tavern. Uncle Sambo, don't you want to grab someone to dance with you?"
Sambo:? ? ?
Sambo turned his head, his light green eyes instantly looking at Giovanni.
That’s right!
Dancing alone, Giovanni might have secretly taken photos and videos and posted them in the group chat, letting everyone watch Old Sambo and laugh.
But if one more person was caught, he could join Giovanni for warmth while the others laughed.
It’s okay to embarrass others, but you can’t just embarrass yourself.
This is the last bottom line for the fun people!
Sambo was holding half a watermelon and looking at Giovanni, his eyes flickering as he was obviously thinking about how to trick Giovanni.
The red flesh was put into the mouth spoon by spoon, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.
Giovanni stepped back, holding the watermelon with a calm expression, "I suddenly remembered that there are some things in the competition that I need to take care of personally, so I will go first - ah -"
Before he finished speaking, a purple figure rushed over.
Sambo flashed behind Giovanni, put his arms under Giovanni's armpits and locked his limbs.
Amid Giovanni's wide eyes and struggling movements, Sambo roared at Cheng Che, "Take out your marker! Draw! Draw all over him!"
Cheng Che: ...
"This is not good..." Cheng Che sighed, holding the mark with an embarrassed look, "Although I am occasionally a profiteer, but this kind of forced buying and selling..."
No, this is not forced sale, this is robbery.
"It doesn't matter!" Sambo said firmly and seriously, "What is owed is what is owed! It's his fault for not resisting enough!"
Cheng Che pursed his lips and opened the pen cap, "You're right!"
Giovanni: ...
Giovanni looked desolate, and his voice was full of dejection, "Sambo... we have known each other for longer, right?"
"My friend, I can't be cheated alone." Sambo looked at Giovanni's arm, which was gradually covered with black marks, with a sad and sympathetic face, "We are both in huge debt now. Do you know what to do next?"
Giovanni shook his head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know."
"Dance with me, and then we'll find more people to owe debts to, so that we can pay off our debts!" Sambo let go of Giovanni and thoughtfully tidied his clothes. "Of course, the brothers and sisters in the tavern can do it, and so can others. We may even be able to capture two pure knights. Cheng Che will definitely be happy."
Giovanni: ...
"You make sense." Giovanni took a deep breath, covered his heart and touched the mask. The expression on the mask became sad. "I want to eat another watermelon to comfort my wounded heart."
Sambo turned around and said, "Cheng Che, come on, give Giovanni another watermelon to bribe him!"
Cheng Che glanced at the empty ground and looked up at the sky in disbelief, "Oh no, which star god is stealing my melon?!"
Where is his melon!
There's still half a melon left!!!
Chapter 295 Are you polite?
In the midst of all the white, three figures were lying on the snow, staring at the gloomy weather above with strange and puzzled eyes.
After a while, Cheng Che still couldn't understand, "No... Do the Star Gods in this world still need to eat?"
It’s okay to eat the melon, after all, he is the boss, what does it mean to steal the melon?
The three of them dug two meters of snow but still couldn't find the remaining half of the watermelon!
"Other gods may not need it, but this one in our family..." Sangbo's eyes were full of desolation, and his tone sounded extremely helpless as he lay on the snow, "He is the one who does not follow the ordinary path."
Cheng Che nodded, "That's right, if I were a god... never mind, I wouldn't take the ordinary path."
"You really know yourself well." Giovanni seemed a little surprised, and then said, "But I really didn't expect that the Star Train would be willing to take in a homeless Joy Envoy."
Others may not know, but don’t their own family members know?
What Huanyue did to the Star Train...
It's quite fun.
"I had never seen joy when the Starry Sky Train took me in..." Cheng Che sighed, staring at the ceiling incomprehensible, "So why did He steal the melon? Is it because the stolen food tastes better?"
"Maybe he just thinks stealing half a watermelon is fun?" Sambo was a little unsure. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "He pursues great pleasure, but he will not let go of even the smallest happiness."
Happiness is happiness, why should there be any difference in size?
Some people take it as happiness to watch others' distress and hesitation when making a fateful choice, while some people...
Sang Bo turned his head and stared at Cheng Che, then asked, "Friend, what kind of happiness do you like?"
"Ask me?" Cheng Che was startled. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "I don't know. I'm quite happy right now. Although I'm confused by Yingying's strange behavior, it doesn't affect my feeling of physical and mental comfort."
To put it bluntly, it means that some people are going crazy together with God. They may be clowns in the eyes of some people, but as long as everyone is embarrassed together, it is no big deal.
Things are pretty good now, with the Star God taking the lead in having fun.
“Born with joy…” Sambo sighed, and climbed up from the snow and sat cross-legged. “Ah… But I still can’t imagine what He looks like when he cries.”
Giovanni sat up suddenly. "Him? Crying?"
"Yes!" Sambo's eyes lit up, and he patted Giovanni's shoulder and explained seriously, "You know, our new friend was the one who blessed the Star God on the spot because his sleep was disturbed, and he succeeded. Now..."
Sang Bo blinked and turned to look at Cheng Che, "If 'He' can't laugh, then the way he expresses happiness is by making whimpering sounds?"
“That should be it.” Cheng Che sighed, sat up and rummaged through his bag, “I was crying in my dream last time…”
How would he know about the Star God?
Who knows whether the dream sent by the person was a projection or a clone, or whether it was a fake.
Giovanni was slightly startled, and the frown hidden under the mask could not help but curse, "I suddenly feel that we can play a trick on the Mourning Actor, and..."
At this point, Giovanni turned his head and looked at Cheng Che, "Don't you have a mask yet?"
That's not just a mask, that's an admission ticket to the tavern!
Hearing this, a hint of bitterness flashed in Sangbo's eyes.
He reached out his hand and patted Giovanni's shoulder heavily, sighing heavily, "My friend, stop asking. It would be disrespectful to both of us... no, to the entire tavern if you continue asking."
Giovanni: ???
"Yes." Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Giovanni with a calm face, "Do you want to see it?"
Hearing this, Giovanni was slightly startled.
He glanced at Sambo and said hesitantly, "Did Sambo take you to steal the mask? Whose mask did you steal…"
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo took a deep breath, his eyes extremely sad, "I told you not to ask... I won't cheat you at this time..."
Hey……
It’s all because the brothers and sisters in the tavern are so used to cheating each other that no one listens to the truth they tell from the heart.
Under Sambo's pitying gaze, Giovanni's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.
He watched Cheng Che take out a white mask from the bag he was carrying. There were only two black dots on it to represent eyes, and a short horizontal line to represent a mouth.
? _?
It looks... not quite the same as the others.
Under Giovanni's puzzled gaze, the Joyful Envoy who was taken in by the Star Train stroked the mask in his hand calmly, his voice calm but particularly harsh, "Hey... this is the mask I refused many times but never refused. Our Star God is still very kind."
Giovanni: ...
Giovanni's pupils trembled. For a moment, he felt that this sentence contained too much information, and for some reason he felt a little sad.
It’s like being a bootlicker for many years, only to find out in the end that the person you’re licking is someone else’s bootlicker.
"My friend, I've already told you not to ask." Sambo looked at Giovanni, sighed, and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Hey... I feel relieved to see that you are also jealous."
really.
It turns out that old Sambo is not the only one who feels sad!
"Would you like to touch it?" Cheng Che handed over the mask with a calm expression, "This was given to me by the Yingying monster."
Giovanni took a deep breath and closed his eyes to not bear to look at it, "No need."
He closed his eyes, fumbled for his cell phone and tapped it. After avoiding Cheng Che, he lowered his head, opened his eyes, and typed the word "mask" in the memo.
The line above the mask is a collection of photos of perky butts and a memo that saying bad things will cause acne.
Looking at this action, it is obvious that he is planning to cheat other people.
"Suddenly I feel that the joyful style of painting is a bit distorted... although it was distorted to begin with." Cheng Che sighed, propped up his chin and looked at the two people in front of him, "There is a saying in my hometown."
"What?" Sang Bo turned around and looked at Cheng Che in confusion.
On the side, Giovanni also turned his head quickly, staring at Cheng Che, waiting for the second half of Cheng Che's sentence.
Curious, very curious indeed.
"There are many ghosts by the river. They often call out people's names. Those who respond will drown. They are lured by the dead souls." Cheng Che propped up his chin and looked at the two people in front of him. His voice was calm, "I feel that the people in Huanyue's family are all ghosts now."
One by one, they fell into the river and drowned, and instead of thinking about climbing out, they pulled others in first.