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Quite serious.
"Because I'm touched." Xing shrugged, looking at everyone at the table one by one, and asked sincerely, "Just that sentence, I will take good care of our daughter, aren't you touched?!"
Sanyueqi nodded heavily, "I am touched."
Yan Qing: “I’m touched.”
"Hey..." Ji Zi slowly held the spoon and added soup to the members, and her tone was also emotional, "There are always many touching things in this world. After all, everyone has a story worth remembering..."
Cheng Che still had no expression on his face. After taking the bowl of soup handed to him by Ji Zi, he lowered his eyes and sniffed his nose as if he was a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong with you? Are you so moved that you want to cry?" Xing looked at Cheng Che with eyes wide open in surprise, but there was a light of delight in her eyes.
Cheng Che: ...
"Uncomfortable." Cheng Che rubbed the tip of his nose through the napkin and couldn't help frowning stiffly. "Although it's inappropriate and ruins the atmosphere, I smelled the fragrance of flowers when I heard you say this."
If I heard Yukong say it in person, I might be moved...
Forget it, it’s hard to be moved without personal experience, but it is undeniable that this friendship and family affection is indeed beautiful.
"The scent of flowers?" San Yue Qi sniffed and shook his head blankly, "I only smelled the scent of food!"
"Maybe the lilies in my hometown are blooming." Cheng Che suppressed the sour feeling coming from his nose and couldn't help but close his eyes. "So why do I really feel uncomfortable in my nose when I recall the fragrance of lilies in my mind..."
Well, my nose is sore because of Yukong's story, then...
When will I touch Yukong's head to collect the group's materials? !
"This phenomenon is very common, because people's memories are not just about images, but also about hearing, smell, taste and even touch." Dan Heng said coldly, taking off his disposable gloves and slowly wiping his hands, "Just like when you think of delicious food at night, you will drool."
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded and closed his eyes again, "It is indeed the almighty Teacher Dan Heng."
Dan Heng snorted, lowered his eyes and shared the food in front of him, with no intention of talking.
"The moving story I told didn't make sense, how did it become knowledge popularization?" Xing frowned and looked at Dan Heng and Cheng Che, his eyes full of confusion, "Aren't you moved?"
She was almost moved to tears!
"It's a very touching friendship and story." Cheng Che held the thermos cup filled with wine and sighed softly, "I apologize to Master Yukong for my divergent train of thought."
Hearing this, Xing was slightly startled, then he came to his senses and stretched out his hand, "Wait!"
Xing took out his cell phone and turned on the voice call, from which he heard a familiar female voice.
"Sorry, that's not necessary. Can you reserve a takeout spot? Not much, just enough for three meals."
"Hey..." Before Cheng Che could speak, Jing Yuan, who was sitting next to him, looked desolate and said in a tired voice, "How did my Luofu become like this--"
"What has it become?" Cheng Che turned his head and stared at Jing Yuan. His hand touched the wine bottle beside him. His voice was calm without any threat. "Go on."
Chapter 365: Can’t do it!
"Your temper is unreasonable..."
San Yueqi held up his camera and looked through the photos he had taken, while sitting next to Cheng Che with a helpless look on his face.
As she spoke, the girl turned her head and pointed the camera at Cheng Che. She moved her position and pressed the shutter. "I don't know why, but when I take pictures of your face or just look at your face, I always feel like you're a child..."
"If you're unhappy, you just lose your temper. Why should I reason with you?" Cheng Che was unmoved. He sat at the table and sorted out his printed photos of social idiots, stuffing them into photo frames one by one.
The size of the photo frame is just enough for the storage rack. Each person will have a grid, with dumplings in the front and small photos of friends in the back.
Of course, the negatives still need to be hidden.
"When you're not drunk, you have a cold face, and it's hard to tell whether you're in a bad mood or not, and..."
San Yue Qi paused, then leaned over the table and tilted his head to look at Cheng Che, his eyes full of innocence, "You don't seem to be angry at all, your temper is directed at yourself, you will be back to normal after a good sleep."
Or...hearing someone show weakness and apologize.
In other words, the kind that can be coaxed into submission with just a few nice words.
"Yeah, it's normal now. Once it's normal, I can get revenge in a flash of inspiration." Cheng Che glanced at San Yue Qi, lowered his head and continued to organize his collection, "Being angry is not good for your health. You know, I have always been very healthy."
March 7:…
Health preservation?
Do you mean that even if you know that the star core is ominous and the consequences are uncontrollable, you still have the audacity to soak it in water and drink it as if it were an ice cube?
Or maybe, wake up in the morning and take a cold shower to force yourself to wake up completely?
Or... spread your hands and let people pierce you through with swords?
"Oh..." San Yue Qi sighed heavily, patted Cheng Che's head, turned around and walked out the door, and grabbed a star who was squatting beside the bed and secretly braiding Ren's hair.
Cheng Che glanced at Ren who was sleeping, then turned his head to look at Jing Yuan who was sitting on the carpet with a look of despair on his face, and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be addicted to the train recently?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan was startled, then nodded, "Delicious food, good sleep, who wouldn't want to come here?"
Moreover, this time the official business will not be handled quickly by myself or pushed to Fu Xuan, but someone will take over!
Jing Yuan felt that... if he continued like this, he might really be able to realize his childhood dream.
"I don't know if I should call the death brought by your feather death, but..." Jing Yuan paused, stretched out his hand to push the blade inward, pulled the quilt over and rolled it up into a ball to use as a pillow and put it on the edge of the bed, then sat on the carpet with his head resting on the edge of the bed, "That state is very decompressing, although I don't think I have much pressure."
After being dead for an hour, I feel like I have lived ten years less. I feel full of energy and even the passion of my youth can be regained a little.
But it could also be my own psychological effect.
"You're not feeling stressed yet, but your hair has turned white?" Cheng Che glanced at Jing Yuan and couldn't help but snorted.
Jing Yuan looked up inexplicably and retorted, "I had white hair when I was young!"
The way he said this made it sound as if he had really turned his hair white.
"I don't want to listen." Cheng Che shook his head expressionlessly and stuffed the last photo into the photo frame. "I don't want to listen to a fool."
Jingyuan:? ? ?
"You're taking revenge on me?" Jing Yuan couldn't help but frown and kicked the chair where Cheng Che was sitting. "Be polite to your debtor."
What if he doesn't repay this favor?
"Idiot." Cheng Che put the photo frames into a box, intending to take them back to his bedroom and put them in order. His voice was extremely calm. "If it were me, I would say that I used to have black hair, but my hair turned white just to clean up the mess for these lunatics. I still have to go to work with my hair turned white? No way!"
Jing Yuan was at a loss for a moment, "Can it be like this? But they all know what I was like before."
"Fool." Cheng Che repeated again, turning his chair to face Jing Yuan, seeming to have difficulty understanding Jing Yuan's train of thought, "One reincarnation metamorphosis went wrong, one demonic body was stabbed into a sieve, and one was driven crazy by the demonic body. What about the past? It's obviously their memory that's wrong."
"He's crazy, and his memory is probably confused."
Cheng Che stood up, reached out and pulled out the quilt from under Jing Yuan's head and threw it on Ren's body, then turned and walked out the door, "You can choose one of the four rooms at the back to stay temporarily."
Jing Yuan was silent. Looking at Cheng Che's back, he felt that his mind was indeed slowing down due to his age.
Why didn't he think of this method?
These three people are crazier than the other, so it's normal for their memories to be wrong!
As long as he doesn't say anything about Cheng Che, can the immortals of Luofu deliberately find a few prisoners to ruin General Shen Ce's plan?
"boom--"
"Bang bang—"
A dull voice suddenly rang in his ears. Jing Yuan watched Cheng Che turn around again, staring at the window next to the bed behind him. His pupils constricted slightly, and his usually stiff facial features twitched strangely at this moment.
"Let me in!"
"Cheng Che! Quick! Open the window!"
The man's voice was mostly blocked by the window. He kept banging on the car window, and his face was pressed against the glass and was distorted to the extreme.
Jing Yuan turned his head frame by frame. General Shen Ce, who was knowledgeable and good at using strange troops, couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.
"Click——"
There was a slight sound and a flash of dazzling white light. Cheng Che shook the pendant in his hand and looked at the window with an unnatural frown.
The next moment, the window opened quickly, and a short figure rushed in from the door. He kicked over Cheng Che Jingyuan and the sleeping Blade, and left his small footprint on the handsome face of the man outside the window.
"Click——"
There was another soft sound and a white light.
The train conductor's running figure and the man's dazed expression were frozen in the photo, and the little crow pendant's eyes flashed scarlet light.
"what happens?!"
The pink-haired girl who had left not long ago rushed in, her face full of horror, "Why did I hear Sambo's voice on the train? The train clearly stopped at Luofu!!!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che watched as Pam took out a simple broom from somewhere, stepped on the windowsill and poked the people outside, muttering, "Destroy the train, Pam! Bad guys, Pam! Beat them out, Pam!"
A trace of confusion flashed through Cheng Che's eyes. He took two steps back and leaned against the door, saying with emotion, "It was really my greatest luck in my life that I didn't get beaten to death when I touched the conductor's head."
Look at the figure that jumped up and kicked the man in the face. He kicked from the bedroom door, passed through the entire bedroom and the three men in the bedroom, and landed in a perfect parabola, just enough to let his feet kick the target, and he could still stand steadily on the windowsill and wave the broom...
He, Cheng Che, can't do it!
A hand struggled to appear at the window, accompanied by a pitiful and aggrieved voice, "Am I no longer your handsome friend who you met at first sight?"
Chapter 376 Are You Lost?
In the observation car, the blue-haired man sat on the sofa hugging his knees with a wronged look on his face. The word "pitiful" was written all over his face.
Beside him, the Yalilo No. 6 pioneer team had assembled. Walter took a mysterious technique of making voodoo dolls handed down from an ancient oriental country and hid in his bedroom to practice. Ji Zi failed to feed him coffee and went to the back to find a good book.
“Why can others come up but I have to be beaten out… I was already outside, and they would beat me even if they jumped through the window!” Sambo covered his face. He felt that nothing had gone right for old Sambo since he encountered the Starry Sky Train, as if all the Star Gods were targeting him!
Pam stood on a stool with her hands behind her back. Her eyes looked particularly serious, but her voice was still as childish as ever. "Go!"
The train has no doors?!
“Don’t bully me because I came from the countryside and have never seen the world!” Sang Bo became even more angry. He raised his head and showed his face. His light green eyes were full of anger. “Cheng Che must have turned into a crow and flew through the window!”
Pam didn't have the slightest bit of double standards in her heart, she looked at Sambo seriously, "Raven!"
"That's right." Sanyueqi nodded, obviously supporting the conductor's point of view, "Crows fly anyway, why do they have to go through the door?"
"Hmph!" Pam raised her chin, but still looked cute.