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Hearing this, Jing Yuan was startled and came back to his senses in an instant.
He looked at Cheng Che with a wary look on his face, "Whose money are you spending on this shopping trip?"
"You're so stingy! I've found so many small pieces of junk that can be sold for money!" Cheng Che glared at Jing Yuan and shook his phone, "I have money!"
Although Xing is a little greedy for money, he always splits the remuneration in half after delivering the takeaway. Besides, there are a few rich people who are persistent in giving red envelopes in order to jump the queue and order takeaways.
Although Cheng Che was a bit poor, he didn't seem to be particularly poor.
Cheng Che rubbed his shoulders and turned to look at Bai Lu, "Let's have a discussion."
Bai Lu:? ? ?
"What?" Bai Lu blinked and said seriously, "Are you going to take me out to play secretly?"
If she wants to sneak out to play, then Bai Lu can definitely do it!
Cheng Che pointed at Jing Yuan and said, "Next time, don't hit me with such force that you could kill me. I will apply for a membership card from you and let General Jing Yuan sneak you out and take you to the train group to play with everyone."
Jingyuan:? ? ?
The white-haired man looked at Cheng Che in surprise and disbelief, "What does this have to do with me?"
"I don't know, maybe it was a flash of inspiration." Cheng Che spread his hands and looked at Bai Lu with a flickering look, which meant something unclear. "Is it okay?"
Bai Lu tilted her head and thought about it, then nodded, "Okay, but the general must be careful when stealing from me, otherwise the general will be in trouble."
"Okay." Cheng Che agreed and patted Jing Yuan on the shoulder. "Let's go. I'll go shopping for a while and then go back to the Prison to rest."
Jing Yuan stood up straight with a whoosh, his eyes full of desolation, "Can you remember what you cursed in the future? I really don't want to stand up on the spot!"
Cheng Che tilted his head, "No, if you keep talking I'll keep on talking."
Jing Yuan:......
"Oh." Jing Yuan nodded helplessly, feeling that he really didn't have a bad temper. "Why did you go back to the Prison?"
"Reflect on your mistakes facing the wall. By the way..." Cheng Che paused, lowered his eyes, put on his coat, and zipped it up carefully. "Mr. Luosha must have been awake all night because he was guessing my purpose and purpose in entering the Prison of Hell. How could I not give him an answer, my caring little crow?"
Jing Yuan tilted his head and stared at Cheng Che's profile. "Give an answer, then what?"
"Then..." Cheng Che tilted his head and thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "I don't know. Wait until I get an idea."
Chapter 321 What a coincidence...
In the prison, the blond man's face was speechless. The elegant aura lingering around him completely disappeared, and turned into a confusing silence and helplessness.
He sat on the mattress, holding the quilt in his arms, his back against the wall, staring at his cellmate. His eyelids twitched and he almost couldn't help but question him.
It's fine to just stare at him, he'll even accept it if you stare him awake twice in one night.
You finally left, and now it’s almost dawn and you’re back to make the bed?
Carrying a lot of bags in her hands, you can tell at first glance that she is shopping in Luofu. Not only does she buy things, but she also carefully sprays perfume on each item, folds them, and puts them into sealed bags?
What?
Do you marinate new clothes before buying them? Is this different from a puppy peeing to mark its territory?
"what are you doing?"
After a long time, Luosha finally couldn't help but speak, his eyes full of fatigue, "Are you going to put away new clothes without washing them and spraying them with perfume?"
Cheng Che was too lazy to look up. He lowered his head and sorted out his shopping results, preparing to carry them back to the train tomorrow.
As for why Xing was not allowed to carry the bag, maybe it was because Xing was carrying a sack of garbage and a sack of Jing Yuan’s hair?
"New clothes always have a very strange smell, they are very new." Cheng Che shook his head and stuffed them into his bag and arranged them neatly, "Marinate them for a few days before washing them."
Rakshasa:......
That makes sense, but doesn’t it seem a little off?
How could Cheng Che, a crow rummaging through trash cans, be so particular?
"When you go out alone, you have to worry about everything by yourself..." Cheng Che muttered, and fell on the bed. His voice was calm, "Are you just trying to make conversation? You want to chat with me?"
but……
He hadn't bought enough. He heard that there was a store called Guangyunxiu that offered a custom-made service. He had to go and try it. After all, since he came here, all his clothes were picked up from the trash can. The size of the clothes that Sanyueqi bought for him online was always a little bit inappropriate. As for custom-made...
Maybe it was just that the clothes Kafka picked for him each time fit him a little better, but they were never suitable for big movements.
"Yes." Luosha nodded slightly, raised his eyelids and looked at Cheng Che, "Your power comes from abundance? What a coincidence..."
“Hmm?” Cheng Che looked up in surprise, then looked down at himself, “Can you only see the abundance? I thought you couldn’t see much of me now because of my complex ingredients and mixed aura…”
He had so many things to chew on that he even wanted Ahab to take him to play with Nanook.
"There are others, too, but Fengrao's aura is stronger." Luosha's eyes flashed with an ambiguous look, and he said softly, "You and Luofu seem to have a close relationship, so... does that mean that you and Luofu are on the same side and want to be enemies with Fengrao?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che paused.
He rubbed the cloth on his knees, lowered his eyes to look at the crisscrossing patterns on the cloth, thought for a while and then shook his head, "No, people's hearts are biased, I just know the hunting more familiarly. If I knew Fengzao or Niewu earlier, I would stand on Fengzao's side now."
reason?
I'm sorry, Cheng Che really doesn't want to reason, he just helps his relatives and not the others.
"Just that?" Luosha frowned slightly, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Cheng Che nodded, then continued, "I also feel that... Luofu is very similar to my hometown. I should say that the Immortal Boat Alliance is very similar to my hometown, including the ancestors who once sent out the medicine-seeking envoys."
Luosha raised his eyebrows, "Is your hometown also like the fairy boat?"
"A bit similar..." Cheng Che sighed and patted his thigh vigorously, "If my hometown had been rich, if my hometown's medicine was useful, I would have learned less two barbarian bird languages!"
Who hasn’t had the experience of being tortured by a foreign language?
Rakshasa:......
This bird is indeed a little crazy.
But...
Luosha looked at Cheng Che with an ambiguous look, and for a moment he even thought that Cheng Che might have entered this cell by coincidence.
With General Shen Ce's scheming, he probably wouldn't hand over his prepared backup plan to a crazy outsider who often goes astray.
Wumingke’s identity is trustworthy, but Cheng Che is a member of the Huanyue family.
Everyone in the universe fears the destroyer, but everyone stays away from joy.
Luosha breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and spoke as if chatting, "Jingyuan put you in the prison, didn't you resist?"
It would be better for them to talk more. Although Luosha was confident in his plan, Cheng Che was obviously not included in any plan.
"I won't resist." Cheng Che had a calm face, and he lay down with his head against the pillow. "The Prison of Hell can't hold me, and I can be lazy in the Prison of Hell."
"Being lazy?" Luosha wondered.
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, sighed slightly, his eyes were indescribably tired, "Since Jing Yuan found out that I could be his assistant, he left all the official duties to me. Although I also collect debts, do you know that there is a saying that goes "too much debt means no worries?"
Jing Yuan was like this. Because there were too many official matters to deal with, he just threw them to him. As for the accounting...
Feel free to write it down and try to fill it up as soon as possible so that you won’t have any room to record.
Hearing this, Luosha's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he nodded.
Cheng Che, a person whom Feng Rong values, is a homebody, and Cheng Che's character is obviously not someone who will follow Feng Rong.
Although the other party is like the pharmacist and rarely refuses other people's requests, the prerequisite is to become a recognized friend. He is a person who only cares about relationships and not positions and gains and losses. This is very consistent with the word "joy".
In this way...
Cheng Che didn't seem to have done anything to him, so it shouldn't be Jing Yuan's backup plan.
Luosha nodded, raised his eyes to look at Cheng Che, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Cheng, I wonder if you can tell me about Mr. Walter. Luosha doesn't know what he did wrong. You and Mr. Walter seem to have strange eyes when you see me, and even... a hint of murderous intent?"
Curious, indeed curious.
The way these two people looked at him made him feel as if he, Luosha, had accidentally killed his father, but he, Luosha, was innocent!
Hearing this, Cheng Che turned his head and stared at Luosha's good-looking but slightly frightened face, "You just look like an old friend. The person with this face once killed Mr. Walter's father."
Rakshasa:......
He really killed his father...
Luosha raised his eyelids, "That's really... a coincidence..."
"Who knows if it's a coincidence or not." Cheng Che wanted to smile, but unfortunately his face was paralyzed.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek, staring at the high dome of the Prison of Hell and spoke softly, "But Mr. Luosha, Jing Yuan refused to tell me your name, are you willing to tell me?"
"Is it... Otto Apokalis?"
Chapter 322 *Xianzhou Foul Language*
"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. How stingy."
Cheng Che turned and walked out of the prison, carrying his shopping results and heading towards the bustling commercial streets of Luofu.
Yan Qing was waiting outside the prison. Hearing this, he blinked and quickly followed. "Brother, did you give him an answer?"
"I gave it to him, and asked him a question by the way, pretending to be angry and leaving after failing to get the answer." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. He glanced at Yan Qing and snorted coldly, "Your teacher is also a fool, and he doesn't say a word."
What? This is not something you should know now. It concerns Luofu’s secrets. If you have the ability, I will tell you when the time comes.
A riddle man.
"I have to extract all the marrow from the Riddler." Cheng Che repeated, glanced at Yan Qing and turned away, "Humph, the disciple of the big fox will definitely be a little fox in the future."
Although I play the role of Rakshasa, but...
It doesn't stop him from taking the opportunity to get mad at the Riddler!
After saying this, Cheng Che hurried away with his bags, leaving Yan Qing standing there in a daze.
The boy couldn't help but touch his head, the word "brother" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
After a long time, Yan Qing finally came to his senses and headed towards the Shen Ce Palace.
It’s terrible. Cheng Che is angry.