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"What a coincidence." The white-haired man turned around, his eyes curved, and the teardrop mole under his eyes caught people's attention.
Cheng Che: ...
Is this a coincidence?
"Let's eat." Cheng Che said, and after glancing at Yan Qing and Fu Xuan who were standing next to him, he stepped onto the train, holding a huge paper bag in his hand.
"Going shopping again? You don't look like someone who likes shopping." Jing Yuan followed Cheng Che with a familiar smile on his face and some souvenirs in his hands.
Cheng Che shook his head and walked towards the observation car with familiarity, "It's just picking up trash."
The use of the trash can is a bit weird. The dishes ordered by handsome men and beautiful women will be realized every time. The things you want will appear randomly, and they will bring some indecent things, so...
Cheng Che only needs to write out a list of what he wants and then read it out to anyone who is deemed to be an impossible wife in the harem system.
Cheng Che put the bag aside and looked at Ji Zi, "Do you need some extremely atmospheric incense? I picked up a lot today."
Hearing this, Ji Zi came closer, with a smile in her voice, "Is there anything that tastes like coffee?"
Cheng Che: ...
As for the aromatherapy...it shouldn't mutate while Jizi is using it, right?
"Yes." Cheng Che took out two and put them in his pocket, intending to use them in his room. "You can choose."
Ji Zi couldn't help but smile gently, and rubbed Cheng Che's head, "Okay, thank you very much."
Cheng Che nodded and walked towards his room. Along the way, the bedroom doors he passed by were knocked one by one, like the bell before dinner.
It was weird, there was something wrong with Ji Zi standing on tiptoe and rubbing his head.
When returning to the observation car, Cheng Che looked at the people sitting around the table and was confused, "Wait, where is Dan Heng?"
Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes gradually focused on Xing.
Xing pointed at Cheng Che with an innocent look on his face, "Why are you looking at me? Look at him. Wasn't Dan Heng imprisoned in the Prison by him?"
Cheng Che: ...
It seems to be true.
Cheng Che looked down at the home vest, shorts and flip-flops he had just put on, and said in disbelief, "So I still have to go out?"
"I can go too, but I can't enter the Prison of Hell." Xing leaned back in his chair, his face full of innocence. "The general and Fu Taibu can go too, but they can't use the realm to anchor."
In other words, only Cheng Che's small sticker can save time and directly enter the prison.
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che thought for a long time, and sat down next to the dining table naturally. "You are stupid. The general and the fortune teller next to you can directly project to the Prison Prison to open the formation, and then let Dan Heng run back by himself."
Why are you going? He doesn't want to go out until he changes out of his going-out clothes!
Jing Yuan, who was named, looked up at Fu Xuan, "Mr. Fu?"
"Go by yourself." Fu Xuan looked calm, lowering his head and silently stirring the dipping sauce in his small bowl, "You are familiar with him."
Jing Yuan:......
makes sense.
Jing Yuan silently projected and released an unknown guest who volunteered to go to prison, and by the way, he glanced at Jing Liu and Ren who were bored and waiting to pluck the little crow's feathers.
But unfortunately, I couldn’t catch it.
"Are you still going to the Prison of Hell?" Jing Yuan untied the formation, thought for a long time, then turned to look at Cheng Che, "If not, we need to remove some of the formations. Ninety-nine layers... is a bit too expensive."
Although Luofu has suddenly become rich, money cannot be spent carelessly...
"No, you can let Ren escape." Cheng Che thought for a moment and shook his head. "The Dragon Master of Chiming and the Medical Practitioner of Dandingsi are in seclusion. Danheng doesn't have to hide in there. If Ren wants to pluck feathers... you can let him pluck one."
For Blade, who teaches swordsmanship diligently, plucking a feather doesn't seem like a big deal?
But in the future I will have to change back from time to time to observe whether I am going to shed hair. Before I shed hair, I can grab a lucky one and pull it off. It can be considered as... recycling waste?
Jing Yuan sighed softly, "You make it sound like I, a general, always secretly let prisoners escape from the prison..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the two people next to him turned to him.
Fu Xuan and Yan Qing stared at Jing Yuan, with the same question in their eyes.
Is not it?
"..." Jing Yuan pursed his lips, shrugged and spread his hands, "Okay."
It really is.
"Remind me next time you change back. To be honest, the state of being half-dead after pulling out the feathers is really relaxing." Jing Yuan said to Cheng Che sincerely, his voice full of expectation, "Really."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, holding the chopsticks in his right hand and throwing ingredients into the bubbling pot in front of him, and handed his other hand to Jing Yuan, "Why don't you try it... Forget it... Pulling sweat hair is much more painful than pulling feathers."
Cheng Che retracted his arm and glanced at Jing Yuan, "I'll swat you into the bowl with one wing."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan blinked, leaned back slightly and looked at Cheng Che's back, "Where are the wings?"
"boom--"
A black light flashed and General Jing Yuan, who was leaning back with his chair legs crossed, was covered with black wings that appeared out of nowhere and then thrown into the trash can behind him by the outstretched black wings.
The white-haired man had his legs and hands on the edge of the trash can, with a few black feathers hanging on his head.
He came back to his senses and said weakly, "You...you...you better be careful with your words next time! How can this trash can look like a bowl!"
he!
General Shen Ce!
When did you become so miserable that you had to be stuffed into the trash can?
"I remember Cheng Che once said that everyone has to fall headfirst into a trash can..." Xing frowned as he recalled the vague memory in his mind, and hesitated, "Then... this time, two blessings came true for you at the same time."
After the words fell, Sanyueqi, who was sitting next to Xing, poked his head out and looked at Jingyuan with pity, "General, you are so majestic in Luofu, why do you always look so embarrassed in our train group?"
"Hmm..." Su Chang covered her mouth and looked at Jing Yuan who was commanding the Yunqi, not daring to speak.
This is the boss, if you want to complain...
"Three blessings." Jing Yuan climbed out of the trash can, grabbed his clothes and shook them, looking at the oil on them with a desolate look, "This is really... too poisonous..."
Go back and ask Luosha what's in the coffin. If it's empty, try to stuff Cheng Che in.
crucify!!!
Chapter 343 Do you want to be cursed?
Dan Heng, who was forgotten in the prison, ran back to the train for dinner. As soon as he got on the train, he saw a confusing scene.
The tall and long-legged young man huddled in a corner, with a pair of huge black wings huddled together behind him. But no matter how huddled they were, they were still wings, and very large.
Sanyueqi and Jingyuan, who were sitting nearby, hid to the sides, squeezed out a meter by the wings, with speechless expressions on their faces.
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, his eyes swept across Jing Yuan's helpless face, and gradually moved down to General Shen Ce's hand that was secretly reaching out to pluck the feather.
Well, confusing indeed.
It seems that Jingyuan has become not so smart. After all, now he has to lie down because he can't even eat because of Pulling Feathers.
"What's going on?" Dan Heng sighed softly, looked around and then moved his gaze to Cheng Che.
I was wearing a loose sports vest, but when my wings were exposed, I felt like there was something wrong with the outfit.
"One can't help but provoke a crow's mouth, and the other can't control his mouth." Sanyueqi tilted his head and looked at Danheng, pointing to the side, "Hurry up and sit down, Topa is here, everyone is waiting for you."
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng's eyes swept across the stools one by one, and finally looked at Cheng Che, "Fold your wings."
Where will he sit if he doesn’t put it away?
Sit on Cheng Che’s lap?
Cheng Che looked up innocently, his face expressionless, but his eyes were full of helplessness, "I haven't learned how to fold my wings yet. It only appeared for the first time when I became a human..."
Let me say it again, he had always been a human being before smashing the train, but he somehow mutated when he broke through the dimensional wall, and his crow's mouth was greatly strengthened.
and many more……
Cheng Che touched his head inexplicably, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
His bad mouth seemed to be strengthened when he cursed himself... Especially the sentence "Don't be a sky ghost", so...
It’s all Mihoyo’s fault!
"Weren't you quite flexible when you were a crow?" Dan Heng frowned slightly, took out his mobile phone to connect to the think tank, and searched for races similar to Cheng Che to see if they had revealed some life tricks of being a human with wings.
Sanyueqi moved closer to Xing, barely making some space for him, "Sit here."
Dan Heng took a look at the empty space of less than fifty centimeters and sighed deeply.
I can sit down, but if I look up I'll bump into Cheng Che's wings, and during the meal I might be scolded by Cheng Che for several times.
"When I was a crow, I controlled my wings with the same nerve that controlled my arms, but now..." Cheng Che shook his head. He had no experience of being a half-human, half-bird creature. "I haven't figured out which nerve to use to control my wings now that I have hands."
That’s not right. I can control it, but…
How to take it back and where to take it back?
Will it disappear in a flash like the wings of a nine-winged saras, or will it penetrate into the body?
"Let me see--" Dan Heng flipped out a picture, walked around behind Cheng Che, and his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Cheng Che exercises diligently every day, and it takes him two or three hours to exercise from head to toe. Now it seems... it is indeed effective.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, smooth lines and full of power, but...
Dan Heng blinked, "Where are the clothes on the back of you?"
"It's torn." Cheng Che's voice was calm, but a hint of complaint could be heard. "I didn't notice when the wings came out. It wasn't until Jing Yuan climbed out of the trash can and kicked me in the back that I realized my clothes were gone..."
At this point, Cheng Che turned his head sadly and looked at Dan Heng through the gap between his wings. "Look, is there a size 44 shoe print on my back?"