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Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng took a look and felt that the shoe print looked familiar, as if it was...
The pattern on the soles of the Cloud Cavalry's boots, but...
As expected of General Shen Ce, he sets an example by wearing the same shoes as his soldiers.
Dan Heng pulled his mind back to normal, calmly patted Cheng Che on the back, brushed off a bit of black ash, and said nonsense without changing his expression: "No."
Cheng Che: ...
"You've changed. You can lie now." Cheng Che's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at Dan Heng motionlessly. "I would have cursed if the quilt cover was a little rough. Do you think I wouldn't feel the bruises from his kick?"
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng glanced at his clean hands and looked at Jing Yuan with a helpless look.
There's nothing I can do. I thought General Shen Ce's shoes were a little dirty, but I didn't expect they were bruised.
"Why don't you just take it off? Why are you hanging this piece of cloth?" Dan Heng sat aside calmly and pushed the phone in front of Cheng Che, "Learn it yourself."
He has no experience since he has never grown wings, but when Cheng Che grows a tail, he can pass on some experience, such as how to avoid pressing down the tail when sleeping at night, and how to lift the tail without getting it dirty and saving energy.
Cheng Che looked down at the screen of his mobile phone, sliding his fingertips down the document, "We are having hot pot today. If a drop of oil splashes up, I will jump up and pierce the ceiling of the train again..."
At the end of the conversation, Cheng Che inexplicably felt a chill.
Cheng Che looked up and saw the conductor who was sitting in the child seat with a dangerous look on his face.
Cheng Che: ...
Does anyone believe him when he says he said this accidentally?
"Passenger Cheng Che! Don't poke the train handkerchief!" Pam pressed her hands on the small table in front of the child seat and almost jumped out of the seat, "Don't!"
"Okay, okay, I won't poke you." San Yueqi nodded repeatedly, picked up a roll of plastic wrap and wrapped it around Cheng Che's arm, and couldn't help but complain, "Don't exercise enough, it's a waste of plastic wrap!"
Cheng Che: ...
“Can’t I just go back to my bedroom and change clothes?” Cheng Che stood up expressionlessly, his swaying black wings sweeping past the faces of the people around him, “You make it sound like my bedroom is so far away from here…”
San Yue Qi was covered in the wings. After struggling to free himself, he couldn't help but yell, "What do you want to wear? What can you wear? A bellyband? A bib?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che stopped and turned to look at San Yue Qi silently, "Do you want to be cursed?"
What to say!
"I..." San Yueqi blinked innocently, his big blue eyes full of seriousness, "I'm telling the truth!"
Cheng Che sighed, flapped his wings silently, turned around and walked towards the rear carriage, "I can wear my shirt backwards."
March 7:…
San Yue Qi blinked, and when he saw Cheng Che's back disappearing at the car door, he turned his head blankly, "The other way around... that's indeed possible, but what I'm curious about now is why I didn't think of it..."
"Then don't think about it." Xing patted Sanyueqi's shoulder skillfully to comfort him, his voice full of emotion, "You have never thought about it."
Chapter 344 Is it so difficult?
"Go away, stop staring at my wings."
After finishing the meal, Cheng Che faced the two leaders of Xianzhou Luofu and one of their disciples with an expressionless face, "I don't want to perform a scene in front of you where I lie on the bed and get knocked unconscious by wings."
Jing Yuan shrugged, crossed his arms and sat on the chair with his legs crossed, "Waiting to pluck the feathers."
On the side, Yan Qing nodded repeatedly, "I will wait for the general to finish plucking the feathers and take him back."
"Hmph." Fu Xuan snorted coldly, as if he had no interest in plucking feathers. "I'm here to supervise the general so that he doesn't harm the distinguished guests of the Immortal Boat! By the way, I'm asking..."
At this point, Fu Xuan's gaze shifted to Cheng Che, with a hint of expectation, "Have you taken the arrow from Emperor Bow Siming?"
Look, Fu Xuanfu Taibu is concerned about the fairy boat and is wholeheartedly devoted to Luofu!
Hearing this, Cheng Che turned his head and looked at Fu Xuan, "No, I didn't have a chance to answer it at all."
He and Aha ran in front, Fengrao chased after them, and Patrol chased the two gods and the crow in front of them. He never thought that if he stopped, he might encounter Aha and the crow who bumped into him.
How does he answer?
Whenever he showed any intention of catching the arrow, Ah Ha would start crying. Not only that, but he would also have to carry him all the way, and he would even vomit in his sleep.
"..." Fu Xuan pursed his lips, and for a moment he couldn't find any words to persuade Cheng Che.
After a moment of silence, Fu Xuan finally let himself go and let Cheng Che go, "Alright, anyway, I saw from my Dharma Eye that one day you will take over the arrows of Emperor Bow Siming."
By that time, Cheng Che will be inseparable from the word "hunting", and raising Luofu... will be justified!
As for the fact that Cheng Che is supporting Luo Fu now... just consider it as an advance payment!
Fu Xuan succeeded in persuading himself quickly, waved his hand and left the Starry Sky Train in a casual manner.
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and looked at the Mora pendant he had taken off. After thinking for a while, he put it into a sealed bag and placed it in a small compartment of a huge collection cabinet. He then tied up the pendant with the rope he found in the trash can.
It makes me angry just thinking about it. Not only did he travel through time and change his clothes, but he also lost his amulet.
"Are you still not leaving? Wait for me to treat you to a midnight snack?" Cheng Che glanced at the sleepy General Shen Ce sitting next to him, frowning in his heart but still keeping a straight face. "If you don't want to leave, go to the bedroom in the back carriage and rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yuan, who had been nodding his head, suddenly stopped.
He squinted his eyes and glanced at Yan Qing, then looked at Cheng Che, "Can it be like this?"
"Why not?" Cheng Che tied the rope into a knot and burned the excess thread on the burning scented candle next to him. "Pam won't kick you out..."
Jing Yuan sighed softly, his eyes swept over Cheng Che's naked upper body, then fell on the two large wings behind him, and said calmly, "Let me pluck two feathers and I'll leave."
Cheng Che ignored it and just moved his wings over there, “Blade’s tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.”
How poor Blade was! He surrendered himself to the prison, but before he could realize his wish, the prison boss got the upper hand.
It's really miserable.
However, although Ren was crazy, his character still retained some of his former integrity. When he was kidnapped, he didn't pull out a single feather for such a long time. Unlike Jingyuan, who had a little bit of the attribute of a fun-loving person and pulled out feathers to death for a long time.
Jing Yuan snorted and stretched out his hand, thinking about where to start.
But the wings are big and have a lot of feathers, so people don't have to worry about whether it will be bald.
"Pull the big feathers!" Cheng Che turned his head and stared at Jing Yuan vigilantly, his tone full of reminders, "You should know that pulling hair is not as painful as pulling sweat hairs, right?"
Jing Yuan:......
That's true.
Jing Yuan gave up on the tiny goose-like feathers and turned his attention to the slender, shiny and beautifully shaped feathers. "I need to prepare funeral gifts recently. If Huanlong is in your hands... Yukong asked me to ask if you can find a way to find out the whereabouts of Miss Tingyun. If she really met with misfortune, can you find some of her relics?"
"Okay, I'll ask you after I fold my wings, otherwise I'll have to meet Huanlong naked." Cheng Che responded, stretched out his hand, held a pen, and wrote a line of unclear words on the note paper on the table, "I've got it."
"I'm done. I'll just—"
Jing Yuan stood up and was about to say something when his vision went dark and he fell headfirst to the ground.
"General--" Yan Qing exclaimed, and quickly stretched out his hand to support Jing Yuan's body with difficulty. The thin boy did not look worried at all, but only full of helplessness.
Oh, what should I do if my teacher becomes naughty?
Cheng Che reached out and grabbed Jing Yuan by the back of his neck. He tiptoed over to grab a trash can with wheels and pushed General Shen Ce into it. He then put the handle used to push the trash can into Yan Qing's hand and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."
Yanqing:......
Yan Qing looked at the upside-down general and hesitantly suggested, "Is this really a good idea?"
It is true that his face cannot be seen, but anyone from Xianzhou can recognize that he is a general by looking at the clothes that are exposed!
"What's wrong with that?" Cheng Che glanced at Yan Qing and pointed outside the door. "Go find Sanyue and ask her to talk to the conductor and find an empty room for you to stay in."
Yanqing:......
"Why do you want to find Teacher March?" Yan Qing held on to the edge of the trash can and tried to turn the general to a different direction so that his face would be outside the trash can to prevent him from suffocating.
"Because the conductor seems to be very easy to talk to girls." Cheng Che shrugged, glanced at Jing Yuan and pointed to his room, "I have to go to the Prison later, so you can rest here."
As he spoke, Cheng Che grabbed his thermos cup and put on a piece of clothing to block the wind.
Yan Qing watched Cheng Che disappear into the room. After thinking for a while, he looked down at the general who was already breathing weakly, "General, can we go home and die next time?"
"Mutually--"
A figure appeared in the room, with a charming smile on the woman's face. She looked up and down at Yan Qing, then looked at General Shen Ce in the trash can, suppressed the wrong name that was about to come out of her mouth, turned around and chased in the direction Cheng Che left, "Benefactor! Wait for me!"
Yanqing:......
Illusion...
Is there no restriction on Huanlong here with Cheng Che?
What about the formation? What about the talisman? What about the seal?
Just let it out to run around?
Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out the black feather from Jing Yuan's hand and put it on the table. He then picked up the trash can and dumped it on the bed beside him. His voice was full of helplessness, "General, I can't beat Huan Long."
Jing Yuan closed his eyes. Even his dying state did not prevent him from skillfully turning over, kicking off his boots, and wrapping himself in the soft quilt.
Yan Qing sighed again, sat down at the desk next to him, picked up a book that didn't look too private, and opened it, "The naughty general made me look ten years older..."
Ten minutes later, Yan Qing buried his head on the desk, his eyes half closed with a look of despair in his eyes, "My brother who doesn't practice calligraphy has made me ten years older..."
The road to becoming the Sword Master... is it so difficult?
Chapter 345: Take it and play with it.
There were countless Cloud Riders guarding inside and outside the Prison, but they were completely unaware that an unknown guest from the Starry Sky Train had quietly entered.
Cheng Che felt as if he was at home. He bypassed the guards one after another and went straight to the cells deep inside the prison where serious criminals were held.
Inside the cell, two of the Five Yunshang Warriors sat cross-legged on the beds, staring at each other across the layers of formations, their eyes calm, without even a hint of tit-for-tat.
There's nothing I can do. It seems like I've dug myself into this mess.
Originally, they thought that Cheng Che could be directly plucked out since he was hiding in the Youyu Prison, but unexpectedly, he just dodged, came in and went out again, leaving only the two people waiting to pluck out their feathers looking at each other in bewilderment.
Cheng Che poked his head out to look at the two people in the police station. After thinking for a while, he still chose not to enter the formation to avoid being locked in. He leaned against the edge of the formation and stretched out his wings, "Here."