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As soon as the words fell, two burning gazes turned over instantly.
A flash of light suddenly appeared in Blade's crimson pupils, and his gaze fell on the pitch-black feathers.
At the side, Jing Liu couldn't help but touch the black veil used to cover his eyes, and looked at Cheng Che's face through the dim light between the veil.
Although I didn't take the initiative to recruit these students, and they are usually very annoying, but...
At least she hasn't forgotten her teacher who only knew how to stab people with a sword.
Well, he's a good kid.
Jingliu stood up and sat at the edge of the formation, his fingertips touching the huge wings in front of him, wondering whether to take action and where to start.
I don't really have much desire for death, it's just that there are still things I haven't finished, but...
Death for one hour is still death.
At the side, Ren also approached quietly, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Cheng Che, his eyes full of scrutiny.
After a moment of silence, Ren finally couldn't help but speak up: "Are you talking casually again?"
Otherwise, how would it become like this?
Now Cheng Che looks like the fox man on Luofu, with some features like a human and others like an animal.
"Jing Yuan provoked me." Cheng Che sat cross-legged with his chin supported, seemingly not worried at all that he would be plucked into a bald crow.
Hearing this, Ren snorted with an ambiguous meaning, "It's not easy for you to still remember us..."
If he had known this, why did he surrender himself?
He had just boarded the aircraft, intending to find a small planet to relax and wait for the next incident. When he heard the news, he turned the aircraft around and rushed over on the spot. Not to mention turning himself in, he even wanted to fly directly to Luofu and be caught to save time!
Ren glanced at Cheng Che, stretched out his hand and plucked the feathers, "How many can you pluck?"
"Don't be bald, and don't pull out so many hairs that only a few are left..." Cheng Che propped up his chin and half-closed his eyes, looking very sleepy. "I suggest you pull out fewer hairs at a time, so that there will be more to pull next time. Otherwise, I will blacklist you."
Ren was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pluck the feathers, "How long will it take for him to die after I pluck them?"
"I don't know." Cheng Che shook his head and watched Ren pluck the feathers one by one and hold them in his hands. For a moment, he even wanted to use the feathers to make a shuttlecock to play with...
Cheng Che came back to his senses and recalled for a moment before speaking, "I'm not sure how long it will take for him to die, but he will definitely die within two hours."
Look at what they said. If people who didn’t know, they would think they were going to jump into the sea as a group!
Ren nodded, lowered his eyes and counted the feathers in his hand, "Eight feathers, just enough for one night."
Although I was a little too fond of patting him, as I didn't even know him at that time, but it doesn't stop him from stretching his wings and not resisting now, which shows that he is really well-behaved and obedient.
Ren Moming raised his eyes to look at Cheng Che, then reached out and plucked another one.
That was still nine hours, a complete night.
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, and didn't seem to feel any pain. He nodded casually and turned to look at Jing Liu, "Sister, are you pulling?"
Jingliu:......
It was originally a warm scene, but it was a bit incongruous for a grown man to call her "sister", especially since the man was wearing only a casual piece of clothing and his vaguely exposed muscles looked like they could punch a hole in the prison with one punch.
"Yeah." Jingliu took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to silently pluck the feathers.
Although he was cold as ice, Jing Liu was obviously not as cruel as Jing Yuan. He stopped after plucking two beautiful feathers. "Won't this hurt you?"
"No, on the contrary, I will feel very good." Cheng Che explained and turned around silently, "After you finish pulling, please button up my shirt. My back is a little cold."
blade:……
Jingliu:......
The two people who were troubled by the evil spirit stared at Cheng Che's shirt that was worn inside out. After thinking for a long time, they finally couldn't help but ask.
Blade: "Can't you just cut the clothes a bit?"
Jing Liu: "Although Xianzhou values gifts, it's okay for a grown man to be shirtless, right?"
Cheng Che: ...
"How big do I have to cut my wings to fit through them?" Cheng Che had no expression on his face, and his heart was filled with sadness. "Shirtless... I know you don't mind, but I do. Walking around in public with your bare chest is called being a hooligan."
Ren sighed lightly, "You come here like this, aren't you afraid that I will make you bald..."
As he spoke, Ren reached out and silently buttoned the shirt on Cheng Che's back.
This is a bit too tragic. It is even more difficult to deal with than the fox man and the tail of the vihara.
"The person who tied a bow on his back is not that bad..." Cheng Che tilted his head to avoid being strangled, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, "I have to order a dress with two halves..."
Forget it, I won’t customize it and save some money.
But he could cut the clothes horizontally, put the top and bottom together, and in the middle...
Zipper pin shoelaces, can always be tied.
"Hmm." Ren snorted and was about to leave with Feather in his arms when he remembered something.
He stood up, took out two cards from his trouser pocket and threw them into Cheng Che's hand, with a cold expression on his face without showing any crazy smile, "Take it and play with it."
After saying that, Ren threw himself onto the bed in the formation, and instantly fell into a half-dead state.
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, and finally put the two small cards away, "I didn't expect that I could get pocket money here."
Jingliu:......
Jingliu turned his head and looked at Ren in silence, and after a while he looked away, "I..."
how?
In this day and age, don’t you even inform your cellmates before giving gifts to others?
Isn't it a bit unreasonable if you can't give anything in return after someone gave it to you as a gift?
"Although I am not familiar with Mr. Cheng, but..."
A gentle and helpless voice sounded from behind. A man with long golden hair handed out a bulging sack through the layers of formations. There was a hint of silence on his delicate face. "Is this also a gift? I think Mr. Walter should calm down..."
Chapter 346 Is it so heartbreaking?
"I deeply sympathize with Mr. Walter's experience, but I'm sorry that I'm not the old friend he imagined."
The man with long blond hair stuffed the sack into Cheng Che's hands. His expression was a little emotional, but more of it was the kind of innate elegance and calmness. "Please apologize to Mr. Walter for me. I'm sorry that when he saw me, he was reminded of some not-so-good memories."
Cheng Che looked up at Luosha's face, and nodded after a long while, "Okay..."
The evil one is not the Rakshasa, but this face. However...
Luosha did not use any PTSD-inducing words this time, so Walter should not fall into a nightmare.
Luosha smiled and was about to go back to jail when he remembered something.
He turned his head slightly to look at Cheng Che, still extremely elegant, "Mr. Cheng, your friendship with Xianzhou Luofu, does it mean that you are now standing on the side of the hunter and want to be the enemy of Fengrao?"
Cheng Che paused and turned to look at Luosha, "What do you think?"
"Hmm..." Luosha's smile deepened, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the formation talisman in front of him, "I thought... it should be like this."
"Not necessarily." Cheng Che was holding a sack in his hand, and his shirt was worn inside out, which looked out of place. "I won't easily determine my position. I only care about whether I am happy or not."
Luosha smiled and looked at Cheng Che and continued to ask, "Is it happiness or joy?"
"I don't know." Cheng Che shook his head, and after thinking carefully, he continued, "Everyone thinks that happiness is just for fun, but everything in the world, love, hate, pain, sorrow, and joy, can be considered happiness. People who indulge in tragedy get satisfaction from sadness, and some people feel happy from laughing heartily. At the root of it, they are all happiness."
At this point, Cheng Che looked up at Luosha and said in a deep voice, "Abundance chooses me, hunting chooses me, but I choose pleasure, do you understand?"
What good end can a dog licker have?
Doesn't it have to wait until he has had enough fun to see whether the outcome is good or bad?
Cheng Che waved his hand towards Luosha and said, "Let's go. I still have to go find the Order of the Destruction Family to play with."
After saying this, Cheng Che once again walked out of the Youyu Prison, bypassing the guards of the Cloud Cavalry Army as he knew his way around, leaving Luosha alone who couldn't help but frown.
Luosha thought for a moment and was about to find someone to chat with when he was suddenly stunned.
Amidst the layers of formations, the two inmates next to him had fallen on their beds and died at some point.
His breathing was weak and his body temperature was dropping gradually, which made Luosha unable to resist using his abundant power to give him a little nourishment.
Alas, the fairy boat Luofu is indeed confusing.
……
Outside the prison, Huanlong still looked like a pretty girl. She was leaning on the railing and curiously observing the brightly lit night scene in Luofu. She looked like an ordinary girl.
"Benefactor?"
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Huanlong turned back with a smile, supported himself with both hands on the railing and sat on it, swinging his legs, "My benefactor is really considerate to his friends, and he doesn't seem to have any unhappiness at all."
No wonder Fengrao still favors Cheng Che no matter how many times he refuses to escape. What's the difference between this way of distributing benefits everywhere and the way pharmacist bestows blessings everywhere?
He will give things to others if they ask for them. As for Cheng Che...even if he doesn't ask, he may still receive gifts from the little crow.
Money, or something else, a demonic body paid for with blood, a brief death mediated by feathers.
"So giving doesn't make you happy?" Cheng Che threw the sack beside the railing and sat cross-legged on it, leaning his head against the railing and looking at the lights in the distance. "Then how do you feel happy? Destruction?"
How can I not be happy?
What's the point of an unhappy life...
"I am following the footsteps of destruction..." Huanlong sighed softly, and after thinking for a moment, he sat down next to Cheng Che, turned his head and looked up at Cheng Che, "My benefactor, don't you have any interest in destruction at all?"
"No, I'll get beaten." Cheng Che stared at the colorful lights expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Why? Will you get a promotion if you dig someone out to join Destruction?"
"No, but I'm very interested in Benefactor..." Huanlong stretched and unceremoniously rested his head on Cheng Che's shoulder, his voice full of playful laughter, "And I think Benefactor and the word destruction are also predestined."
Cheng Che: ...
The more I talk about it, the more I feel like a huge slap will cross the dimensional wall and slap me in the face.
"Why are you calling me benefactor? Go call Xing." Cheng Che was unmoved. He lowered his head and took out his phone to check, "Where is Miss Tingyun?"
"I can't tell you. This is my last trump card to survive in the hands of my benefactor." Huanlong curved his eyes playfully, leaning on Cheng Che's shoulder and looking at Cheng Che's phone without any hesitation. "Oh? It seems that my benefactor already knows my origins and seems to be looking through the things related to Sui Yang."
Cheng Che glanced at Huanlong, then looked away and continued to read the document. "Jingyuan sent it to me. I didn't know about it at first, but now that you mention it..."
Cheng Che quickly browsed through the entire document, and after thinking for a while, he finally remembered Jing Yuan's commission, "Can you give me a few of Miss Tingyun's items?"