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Cheng Che looked at the medicine in the thermos and suddenly felt that it would be better not to use the cup.
He sighed and glanced at Xing, "What are you talking about in public? Aren't you busy getting ready to perform on stage?"
Hearing this, Xing was stunned.
She looked at Cheng Che with a strange look, and turned away after a while, "That's fine..."
But it wasn't just her cute little star who was eyeing Dan Heng's tail.
There are also the silly San Yueqi and the enthusiastic Cheng Che.
"Cough-cough-"
A dull cough was heard from behind him, and before Cheng Che could turn around, he saw Dan Heng's dark face.
Cheng Che and Jing Yuan, who was sitting next to him, looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time.
Less than ten meters away, a tall man with his arms folded across his chest, holding a bandaged sword in his arms, was looking down at the crowd of onlookers gathered in front of him.
Cheng Che hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand and waved, "Then... come and sit down?"
As he spoke, Cheng Che pulled out the chair next to him and hid in the corner with the thermos cup in his arms.
Something doesn't feel right. It seems like there's a lack of Jingliu who is imprisoned in the Prison of Desolation at this time...
Jing Yuan couldn't help but curl his eyes and let out a chuckle, "Now it's not just Luofu... even most of the Star Core Hunters have gathered..."
Tsk, what a rare scene.
Not far away, the purple-haired woman smiled and waved her hand, then turned and walked towards the backstage, obviously intending to tease the child she once took care of.
Cheng Che looked at Ren who was walking in this direction, and turned around holding the thermos cup, "Don't take me with you, I'm just a little crow who strayed into the party."
Ren walked to the table and sat down, with his arms across his chest, his long legs arrogantly spread slightly apart, taking up quite a bit of space.
He glanced at everyone at the table, from Jing Yuan to Dan Heng, and then to Cheng Che, before finally speaking with a cold snort, "I'm here to help you improve your swordsmanship."
Cheng Che: ???
Cheng Che turned around and pointed at Dan Heng, "Hey, send me a compressed package of swordplay information, and also some tips on Yunqi lance techniques so that I can master them thoroughly."
Pointing at Jing Yuan, he said, "Hey, I asked someone to prescribe some medicine for me. I'm thinking about how to secretly open the seventy-layer formation so that the guy in the prison can beat me up."
His fingertips turned again, aiming at the blade, "Will you help me improve my swordsmanship now?"
At this point, Cheng Che's voice was filled with disbelief. He raised his head and looked at the people in front of him very sincerely, "Luo Fu, don't be so outrageous. If you want me to die, you don't have to be so tactful."
Chapter 303 Le Ziren cried again.
"Huh? There's actually dancing in the performance!"
“Why do you wear a mask?”
"It's fine to wear a mask, but if you're wearing one, can't you wear less?"
"Look, the one wearing the least is dancing the most happily."
"The man next to him looks like Chief Jeppard..."
"He can't be Sir Jeppard. If he is, he can't be. If he is, he can't be!"
Amid the chaotic noise, the train crew sat in the VIP seats in the front row. Everyone held a mobile phone in their hands and turned on the camera, pointing it at the three people standing on the stage.
The blond man at the edge had a mask on his face, which was obviously stolen by Sambo from some mourning actor and lent to Jeppard.
At this time, Jeppard was hesitant, as if his limbs had just been installed and the screws were not tightened, and his limbs were flying around without any rhythm.
Beside him, the blue-haired man waved his hands wantonly. His hips, which originally needed to be twisted out by ten centimeters, were twisted twice as much due to his instinct. The corners of his mouth above the mask were raised high, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
Sambo waved his hands in the air, and his long legs danced different steps to the beat, as if restricted by the music. It was obviously very exciting, but it always felt that it was not enough for Sambo.
And Giovanni...
Giovanni had an elegant smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and raised his leg as if he was teaching gentleman etiquette. He actually carved out a territory for the elegant and fun-loving man among the chaos of people around him.
"Look at this style of painting. I've never seen it before."
Sanyueqi held up the camera with a look of emotion on his face, his eyes twitching slightly, "But I feel like something is missing?"
At the side, Xing Jiang sent a video to the group chat of the Star Dome Train and sighed, "We are missing a little blue dragon and a little crow. We may also be missing a general who can think and a star core hunter who can laugh."
Hearing this, March Seven was at a loss.
She kept her palm still and held the camera, turning to look at the row behind her, "Seriously?"
A group of men were sitting in the second row of seats. They had different expressions on their faces, but the confused smiles in their eyes were difficult to conceal.
Cheng Che, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Ren.
The four people were all equally confused, and they were all trying hard to hold up their phones to commemorate this rare spectacle.
"Ouch!"
"what is that?"
"Is there something wrong with the screen?"
For a moment, noisy sounds came one after another.
Under the gaze of many audiences, masks of different sizes suddenly appeared on the screen behind the three dancers, swaying and clanging, making it difficult to tell whether they were projections on the electronic screen or real things.
The three dancers froze in their dance steps and turned their heads silently.
A huge mask suddenly jumped out of the electronic screen and approached the faces of several people. The corners of its mouth were raised high, but it made a weird sound that made people's hair stand on end.
"嘤——"
"嘤嘤嘤——"
“Ahaha—ah—”
Sambo:! ! !
Giovanni: !!!
The two masked men widened their eyes and almost simultaneously reached out to hug their companions. The two hugged each other and looked at the masks swaying in front of them, their expressions turning into one of horror.
what is this? !!
Is this something they imagined?!
"Snapped--"
With a slight sound, a small mask flew towards the audience and hit an innocent audience member with a bang. All kinds of garbage stuffed in the mask fell off with a clatter.
Cheng Che silently picked up the little trash that was fed and held it in his arms, tilting his head to look at the mask swaying on the stage.
Tsk, he is indeed the god of fun.
But today, I appear here...
Forget it, it’s definitely not the original body. If the original body came out, Yalilo No. 6 would be gone long ago.
Jeppard touched his head and turned to look at his two dancing partners hugging each other. "This is..."
Before Jeppard could finish his words, there was another burst of crazy sobbing coming from the mask.
"hapiness!"
"Joy!"
"嘤嘤嘤!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the masks clinked together again and disappeared without a trace into the electronic screen.
Sambo:! ! !
Giovanni: !!!
The two masked men quickly came to their senses and ran towards the electronic screen behind them, shouting, "Come back! You biased one!"
Sang Bo took off his shoes with a whoosh, and waved the soles of his shoes towards the screen, "You are the only one who is biased, right?! What's so good about Cheng Che? It's okay to bring him a small gift, but what about ours?!"
Giving strength to the enemy is fine, but can't you at least give a little bit of broth to those laughing people? !
It’s not that they really have any resentment, but how can they let them watch Cheng Che drinking and eating meat while they themselves are hungry!
cruel!
"Ah?" Jeppard was confused for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and stepped forward to stop the two crazy people. "Calm down, calm down."
"How can you expect me to calm down?" Giovanni's entire elegance disappeared. "It's ok for Him to just enjoy my fun, but how can He be so biased!"
Sambo squatted on the ground in frustration, the expression on his mask becoming extremely sad, "Oh, oh, oh... I want to cry..."
"Oh, oh, oh..." Giovanni also squatted down, and the two brothers hugged each other and cried, "I am so pitiful..."
Jeppard:…
Can you tell him what the hell that screen was just now?
"Um..." Jeppard took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and looked at the two people squatting on the stage with an aggrieved look on his face, "Have you ever thought about... this performance is live?"
Miss Topa generously sponsored the takeaway and broadcast it live through Interstellar Peace.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't wear this stolen mask.
"嘤嘤嘤——"
The two funny people cried even louder.
Finished!
It's all over!
I've lost face throughout the galaxy!
The audience was silent, and no one seemed to understand why the dancers were crying so sadly.
Jing Yuan came back to his senses and poked Cheng Che who was sitting next to him with his elbow, "It's the one I was thinking of, right?"
"Ah? Yes." Cheng Che nodded, lowered his head and picked at the small garbage that was sent to him, thinking about what to start eating this time.
Jing Yuan turned around and looked at the miscellaneous garbage in Cheng Che's hand.
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