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Dan Heng had his blue-gray eyes half closed, holding a half-empty bottle of wine in one hand and dragging a sack full of garbage in the other.
Beside him, Cheng Che was doing the same thing, also holding a bottle of wine in his hand. They looked like a group of young people who were drunk and walking along the road late at night.
"I heard a lot of stories about Yin Yue Jun today..."
After a long time, Dan Heng half-closed his eyes and stared at the gap between the tiles under his feet, staggering forward to avoid the gap between the tiles, "It seems that you have never called me Lord Yinyue..."
Hearing this, Cheng Che was stunned.
My mind, which was slightly active due to the alcohol, became even more active at this moment, and I was filled with the excitement of being drunk. "Should I call you that? Isn't Lord Yinyue a respectful title given to Dragon Lord? Just like... when the prince ascends the throne, he has to be called the emperor?"
At this point, Cheng Che tilted his head, bent over and put his face in front of Dan Heng, carefully observing Dan Heng's expression, "And you don't like this name either."
Cheng Che said this with great certainty. After finishing this, he straightened up and continued to stagger towards the direction of the train.
He was sleeping on the sofa tonight because he was too lazy to clean up the other guest rooms.
There are two half-dead people in the prison now, and he doesn't want to go in and look at each other with Luosha.
"What do you think... Yinyue... Oh no, it's Danfeng. What kind of person is Danfeng? The things he did..." Danheng closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, letting the wine slide down his neck into his clothes, his eyes slightly hazy with drunkenness.
The young man's cold voice drifted in the night wind of Luofu, seeming to carry a little bit of emotion.
Hearing this, Cheng Che turned his head and glanced at Dan Heng again, then took a sip of wine before speaking, "I feel... I feel that the time for the Vajra Master to reincarnate is too long, hundreds of years, and he has been driven crazy by a cold and aloof Dragon Lord..."
If his life span was shorter, he would lose fewer friends and relatives in the war, at least they would become fewer in his current memory, and maybe Dan Feng would not go crazy enough to want to resurrect the dead.
Resurrecting the dead is considered crazy no matter where you go. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask Walter. Walter will definitely create two black holes on the spot because of ptsd and ask who wants to resurrect.
"?" Dan Heng's eyes flashed with surprise. The alcohol made his mind unclear. "That's it?"
Knowing the mistakes Danfeng had made in the past, he actually thought of this?
"Hmm... Give me a feeling of... post-traumatic stress disorder." Cheng Che dragged a sack full of small garbage and carried a bottle of wine, half-closed his eyes and spoke softly, "I have always felt that nearly a hundred years of life is enough, and even seems a bit long. Even if the various organs of the body can bear the long years, the human spirit cannot bear it. After all, there is a disease called Alzheimer's disease."
At this point, Cheng Che turned his head to look at Dan Heng, his voice as calm as if he hadn't drunk any alcohol, "People live for ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, and the amount of loss they experience is completely different. I don't accept loss, so I don't accept that I became an immortal species for no reason."
Hearing this, Dan Heng nodded, and after a long time came back to his senses, "What about me? When you look at me, you don't see Dan Feng, and you don't think of the sins that were once imposed on me. Why is that?"
Cheng Che's eyes flashed with confusion. He looked at the two girls jumping in front of him, and there was a hint of disbelief in his voice, "I don't even know Dan Feng, why would I think of him?"
From the moment he arrived at the Starry Sky Train, the person standing in front of him was always Dan Heng. Even if he turned into a big blue dragon, it was still Dan Heng, right?
“Hmm?” Dan Heng bent down and raised his head, staring at Cheng Che with his face in front of him. “Even though I always emphasize that I am Dan Heng, I still have some of his memories… and even the power that I can control…”
"Stop!" Cheng Che couldn't help but stop, and after searching his pockets without success, he lowered his head and began to rummage through the sack in his hand.
Under Dan Heng's confused gaze, Cheng Che took out a box of Band-Aids from a sack full of garbage, opened it, and quickly tore two pieces apart, then cross-stitched them and stuck them on Dan Heng's mouth.
Cheng Che pressed the adhesive of the Band-Aid tightly, then let go contentedly, "Very good, this way you won't say anything I don't like to hear."
Dan Heng: ???
Dan Heng blinked and expressed his confusion with his eyes. He felt that his hands were full of wine bottles and sacks and he had no way to tear them apart.
"What is given to you is yours, and what is hidden is also yours, so why push it away?" Cheng Che dragged up the sack and looked at the train that appeared in his sight. "I have always refused to be a rich person, but I still have to use the power He gave me. In other words..."
Cheng Che paused, turned to look at Dan Heng, "Why don't you want something you picked up for free? Are you stupid?"
After saying this, Cheng Che put his hand on Dan Heng's shoulder and pushed him towards the train.
What is given to me is mine. If you have the ability, you can take it back. If you can't take it back, it's mine.
The little green dragon in front of him was still struggling internally. Even though he usually pretended to be aloof and seemed to have completely gotten rid of the past, he was always inevitably under Dan Feng's shadow.
"go home!"
San Yueqi jumped onto the train, opened his arms and looked very happy. "I had a lot of fun playing outside, but I am even happier to be back on the train!"
As he said that, Sanyueqi turned his head sharply and said, "Come on, let's - eh?"
Sanyueqi tilted his head and looked at Danheng's new look. "Wait, I thought that being sealed with a Band-Aid would only happen to Cheng Che. Danheng, you... have you also been infected with the bad mouth?"
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng took a deep breath, put the sack aside and walked towards the rear carriage, as if he was planning to go back to the archive room to drink all the wine, then fall asleep and forget all the stories he had heard today.
San Yue Qi blinked and was about to say something when he was poked in the leg.
"What are you doing, Pam!" Pam tilted her head back, and her long ears were gathered together with a hairband and tied into a bow behind her head for fear of tripping.
"Picking up trash." San Yue Qi bent over with his hands on his knees, his pair of pink and blue eyes sparkling. "But Cheng Che said we should say it in a nicer way, so we went to buy some goods!"
San Yue Qi patted the sack and said excitedly, "We found records from Cheng Che's hometown, incense, cups, tableware, and all kinds of things!"
Pam blinked and looked up at Cheng Che again, "Passenger Cheng Che did a great job, Pam!"
"Yeah." Cheng Che smiled, looked around, sat on the sofa beside him and yawned, "You can go and rest. Tonight... I'll be guarding the door."
There was no need to guard it, but he had been wandering around all day and really didn't want to clean up the guest room, nor did he want to click on the teleportation anchor point to find an inn.
"Snapped--"
There was a slight sound, and Xiao Qinglong, with a drunken face and still wearing two Band-Aids, silently pushed a mattress out from the rear compartment and threw out a pillow and quilt.
Cheng Che looked at Dan Heng who turned and left, and silently took out his vibrating cell phone.
[Dan Heng: Thank you for your mattress. I’ll lend you my old one.]
Cheng Che: ...
So is it really impossible to just rip off the Band-Aid and talk directly?
Is Xiao Qinglong drunk?
Chapter 351: Okay, okay...
"Hey……"
The white-haired man let out a long sigh, turned over lazily, and then met his apprentice's speechless eyes.
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Yan Qing?"
how?
His Yan Qing was possessed by another spirit?
"General..." Yan Qing sighed weakly, sitting on the chair in front of the desk with a tired face, "It's not comfortable to sleep on a stool. I don't know how the general could sleep before..."
His teacher was so naughty that he drove the original owner out and occupied the luxurious and soft big bed and slept soundly. A poor little apprentice stood by and lay on the table so hard that his bones ached. Another little apprentice brother was sleeping on the floor in the front carriage.
Hearing this, Jing Yuan couldn't help but smile.
He got up from the bed, and while sorting out his clothes, he did not forget to look back, and murmured in a low voice, "You really know how to enjoy yourself..."
The mattress is of moderate firmness and is covered with a thick layer of cushions. Add on the silk sheets and quilt cover, and it's truly a dream bed.
When Jingyuan returns, he will also buy himself a set exactly like this!
"General, do you know what I saw when I went out for breakfast just now?" Yan Qing followed Jing Yuan weakly, watching Jing Yuan naturally take out clothes from the closet and put them on as if he was at home, then slowly go to the rear carriage to wash, and then stagger to the front carriage to eat breakfast.
Jing Yuan's smile became more gentle, and he curled his lips as if he was very happy. "What did you see?"
He slept great!
There is no feeling that time passes quickly in dreams. I wake up refreshed and feel like I am back in my youth when I was full of vigor and vitality.
Yan Qing sighed again and gestured a distance with his hands, "When I went to eat this morning, I saw Brother Cheng Che rolling to the door of the train. He was only ten centimeters away from rolling off the train. He was sleeping on the floor, so pitiful... I don't know how many times he rolled in the carriage all night..."
So pathetic!
So pitiful!
Yan Qing almost pounced on him to see if Cheng Che was dead and rolling around.
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan recalled the decoration of Cheng Che's bedroom and couldn't help frowning, "Is this the reason why his bed is against the wall and there is a short bookshelf on the other side?"
Not only did he surround himself with walls and bookshelves, he also made an oversized pillow to block it, leaving only the footrest side of the bed so that people could climb up and down.
Hearing this, Yan Qing blinked his eyes, "He even cleaned the floor of the observation car in his sleep. Isn't that enough to prove that he would fall off the bed?"
Jing Yuan:......
I feel a little guilty for no reason...
But thinking about how he was exhausted both physically and mentally by Cheng Che's flash of inspiration, Jing Yuan quickly suppressed the slight guilt in his heart, pushed open the door connecting the carriages and looked outside.
In the observation car, a young man in a sports suit sat at the table, putting things into cartons one by one, labeling them, and putting them together with his backpack.
"I heard you left breakfast for me?" Jing Yuan stepped into the carriage and accurately found several lunch boxes. "What are your plans for today?"
Cheng Che didn't even raise his head, but kept tapping away on his phone. "I'm going to deliver Miss Tingyun's things to Lord Yukong. I'm going to hang out for a while, and then I'm going to Buyehou to listen to books in the evening. That's all."
Among them, the pioneers, only Xing is busy every day, and everyone else can do whatever they want without any requests.
Hearing this, Jing Yuan nodded, opened the lunch box and ate slowly. After finishing his meal, he drank the hot tea from Cheng Che's thermos cup, "Did Tingyun really encounter misfortune?"
"How would I know? Huanlong didn't tell me..." Cheng Che muttered. After replying to the message, he looked at Jing Yuan, "Are you going back to the Shen Ce Mansion? Take me with you. I want to go to the Tian Bo Division to give all these things to Lord Yu Kong."
Hearing this, Jing Yuan nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Walter coming out from the rear carriage, and it seemed that he was planning to get off the car for a walk.
"Going to the Immortal Boat?" Walter lowered his eyes and took off a long golden hair from his clothes, then looked at Cheng Che with his cane, "Where's Xing?"
“She went to help Jinren Lane with some revitalization plan.” Cheng Che responded, looking at Walter puzzledly, “Is there something wrong?”
"I received a commission from the Tianbo Division. It's a good opportunity for you to go with me?" Walter pushed his glasses and said in a steady voice, "I heard that Luofu was taken advantage of by the Medicine King Secret some time ago, and the Star Raft crashed during the battle, but that pilot..."
At this point, Walter frowned slightly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice, “It’s been nearly half a month, and I still haven’t found it.”
Not to mention finding a living person, not even a body was found. We searched the Huixing Port several times but couldn't find anyone. He might be trapped somewhere.
"Okay." Cheng Che responded and typed today's mission into his memo. "The general should stay in the Shen Ce Mansion today, right?"
"Hmm?" Jing Yuan looked up in surprise, "What's the matter?"
Shen Ce Mansion?
His official duties have been almost all dealt with. Even if he still has official duties, he can be sent to the Prison. Why would he go to the Shen Ce Palace?
"Nothing happened--" Cheng Che's voice got stuck in his throat, and he looked at a bird in confusion as it jumped out from Jing Yuan's hair and bounced along his shoulders and arms, seemingly very happy.
Under Cheng Che's confused gaze, the little bird finally jumped onto Jing Yuan's finger, and when Jing Yuan raised his hand, it couldn't help but pecked its curved lips.
Cheng Che: ???