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"Better than you." Cheng Che said expressionlessly, "Better than your saliva dripping from your eyes."
Xing snorted, "I don't have a wife anyway!"
Cheng Che's pupils slightly dilated, "It hurts, right? Do you believe me when I call you my wife?"
"You don't have that either!" Xing stared, calling out to Sui Yang frantically in her heart, 'Fuyan, Fuyan, stop controlling me!'
Fuyan was surprised, "I'm not controlling you right now?!"
Xing refused to admit it, "You are the one controlling me anyway, how could I possibly say such a thing to Little Crow?!"
Fuyan: ...
Is there anyone who still blames Sui Yang these days? !
The two looked at each other, and at the same time stretched out their hands to interrupt the conversation, and turned their heads away with their mouths tightly closed.
I can’t say any more. It would be really rude to continue.
"Let me see, which little Sui Yang is this..." A ball of green fire emerged from Xing's body and circled around Cheng Che a few times, "Oh, it's you."
"What are you doing? I have a host now, you can't swallow me!" The flame, which seemed a little weak in comparison, flickered slightly.
"Li Shuang..." Fu Yan laughed, and looked at Xing with his one eye in the firelight, his words full of interest, "I can control your vocal cords, but this Sui Yang... can amplify all kinds of desires deep in people's hearts..."
star:!!!
Xing's eyes widened, and he grabbed Cheng Che's wrist, urging him, "Fuyan! Quick! Swallow it!"
If the behavior of Cheng Che, a coquettish and bad-mouthed person, were to be magnified, the entire Luofu would be in trouble!
By that time, no matter how much noise there is, Jing Yuan won’t be able to defeat Cheng Che!
"I can't swallow it. I'm already possessed. Wait for death." Fu Yan chuckled and turned around to enter the gray-haired girl again. "It's okay. You can't scold me but I can control you!"
"Is this a question of control? This is a question that you will also be reduced to ashes!" Xing stared at Cheng Che with wide eyes, his eyes full of pleading, "Friend, hold on for a moment, don't open your mouth first - or how about you take one off?"
Cheng Che: ???
Cheng Che couldn't help rubbing his cheeks and suddenly felt a little thirsty.
He lowered his eyes and rummaged through his bag, the fire in his heart burning little by little, and his hand touched a cold little bottle in his pocket.
"What are you going to do?" Xing held Cheng Che's wrist, his eyes full of expectation and pleading, but the second half of his sentence suddenly changed, "Are you scared? How about you beg me to let you go?"
Cheng Che took out a small wine bottle from his pocket, which only held 30 milliliters. He drank it all in one gulp before looking at Xing, "Drink some, or you'll be thirsty later."
Xing blinked her eyes. "What if you call me your wife? I don't want to die - ah - just call me, who's afraid of who!"
star:!!!
The gray-haired girl covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes full of resentment and sadness.
Help! She can’t control her mouth, and Cheng Che can’t control his mouth even more. How can this be okay?
Not only is Cheng Che narrow-minded and cannot stand provocation, he is also a grumbler. Not only is he a grumbler, but he is also a jinx and has given his jinx some powerful weapons. What should we do?
"Oh, can an illusion also make me look like a jinx?" Cheng Che sneered, and patted Xing's head. "Let's go, let's demolish Suiyuan."
star:……
A trace of desolation flashed across Xing's eyes, as if he felt that he would soon die. "It's over, it's all over now - it's all over, Cheng Che, your little brother! Don't you dare to scream!"
Xing was confused for a moment, then reached out and pinched her lips hard, indicating that she would never speak again.
"What are you doing?"
A plaintive voice came from the side. The blue-haired man leaned out, his green eyes full of confusion. "Performance art?"
"You're here? I thought you had dropped your shoe soles somewhere again, and your pants were stuck and couldn't be taken off, so you were forced to run naked for the benefit of the public. Well... it can't be considered a benefit, after all, you're still pretty cute." Cheng Che muttered, and continued to take wine from his pocket to drink, but he couldn't help but start thinking in his heart.
There was no feeling of being controlled and unable to control myself, it was just...
It seems that it is indeed the amplification of desire. The amount of alcohol that I used to control suddenly becomes uncontrollable at this moment. The mouth that tried hard to control its chattering is now also trying hard to chatter, but...
You have to give some credit where it counts, because ultimately it's your own fault.
"You are so cruel, do you want to fight?" Sanbo couldn't help but frowned, his eyes full of doubts, "Aren't we friends?"
Didn’t they all reconcile and have fun together?
Why are you trying to harm Sambo now?!
"You can't beat me, friend?" Cheng Che sneered, stretched out his hand to rub his cheek to relax his facial muscles, staring at Sang Bo coldly, "You? Are you passionate enough? People who are not passionate are not worthy of being my friends."
Sambo:? ? ?
"Possessed?" Sambo turned to look at Xing, who was pinching her lips, incredulously, "You are possessed too?"
“Uh-huh…” Xing wanted to speak but could only remain silent and nod heavily.
Not only is he possessed, but he's also drinking!
Don’t think she didn’t see it. The small wine bottle that Cheng Che took out was not in the shape of a wine glass. The little crow was about to release its nature!
Sambo: ...
then what should we do?
Just for fun, of course!
“Hiss…” Sang Bo frowned, stroked his chin and looked at Cheng Che and said, “Actually… this is also what Cheng Che really thinks, right?”
He had just overheard a little bit, so that meant... Cheng Che really felt that his Sambo wasn't hot enough, right? !
"Of course." Cheng Che responded, looking around, "Let's go, cute little Sangbo, we can go find other partners."
Sambo: ...
Sambo was silent for a moment, with a dangerous look in his eyes.
cute?
He had heard the word "cute" from Cheng Che's mouth, but the scene and the object being described were obviously not that wonderful.
"What are you standing there for?" Cheng Che looked back at Xing, with blue flames dancing in his light amber eyes. "Xing is very cute. We can go find someone else now."
star:……
Oh, she remembered, Cheng Che said Sang Bo was cute because he was small, so cute is roughly equivalent to small, Cheng Che...
Xing looked down at her chest, then raised her eyes to look at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che is mocking her, right? !
"I am going to kill you!"
A shrill voice came from the side, and Sangbo rushed over to grab Cheng Che's collar, with an angry expression and a resentful tone, "You haven't seen me before, why do you say I'm cute!"
“That’s right!” Xing’s anger instantly exploded, and he stretched out his hand to tear Cheng Che’s sleeves, “Why do you say I’m cute if you haven’t seen me before!”
Cute is a good word!
But she is not cute at all!
"It's not like I can't take a look. I don't mind." Cheng Che leaned back slightly, trying to push away the two people who were running away in front of him. "Why? Throw yourself into my arms?"
Chapter 399 Sui Yang harms people
Half an hour later, the people trapped in the illusion were still scattered. Only three friends who also had a bit of fun gathered together, and there were two Sui Yang floating around and pulling each other.
But unfortunately, no one can swallow anyone else.
Cheng Che pinched his tattered coat and shook it, but spoke bluntly, "What? You can't find a partner, so you tear my clothes off, right? Have I trained myself to the point where both men and women love me?"
"Don't admire yourself. I don't have a wife anyway." Xing didn't even turn his head. His messy gray hair was still falling down. "I don't want to find one. You can't find one even if you want to. You are born to be a widower!"
"Heh." Cheng Che sneered without suppressing his sneer. His eyebrows slightly raised, and his eyes, which usually seemed exceptionally clear and pure, were tinged with a hint of mockery at this moment. "Don't want to? You said it as if you could really have a wife if you wanted to."
"At least no one died when I called her my wife."
Although Xing is not paralyzed, he looks like he is now. He seems to have lost all his energy and spirit due to being berated for the past half hour. "Stop beating me. Go berate the guy next to you."
Cheng Che paused, then turned to meet a pair of green eyes.
The trader, who always looked particularly pitiful with his drooping eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands innocently, "Friend——"
Before he even uttered the word "friend", a strong sense of horror suddenly rose in Sangbo's eyes, as if some eerie ghost was running along his heels all the way to the top of his head. His green pupils contracted and his breathing even stopped at this moment.
Opposite Sambo, the young man who always had a cold face tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth to reveal an innocent smile.
It's clear and sincere, there's nothing wrong with it, but it feels wrong when applied to Cheng Che.
"You..." Sang Bo opened his mouth. Although he was much older than Cheng Che, he looked extremely frightened at this moment. His voice was trembling. "Stop laughing..."
Stop laughing, he's scared.
The smile was fleeting, Cheng Che looked back ahead, the whole person seemed to be immersed in the drunken state of wantonness, the light flashing in his mind was chaotic, "Uncle Sambo, why don't you try to dance to get us out of the illusion?"
Sambo: ...
"My friend, I was very confident in my ability to burn, but after what you just said, I feel that I can't burn this illusion." Sambo looked embarrassed, sitting on the ground with his hands on his chin, "Don't call me uncle, I don't deserve it."
"It's okay. You've called me your good brother before, so let's talk about our own things." Cheng Che responded, and after thinking for a while, he closed his eyes. "Then can we not leave? Illusions always consume energy. We can wait until it dissolves itself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man and woman sitting next to Cheng Che turned their heads and looked at Cheng Che with strange eyes.
Xing's eyelids twitched for unknown reasons. "Are you starting to give up?"
"Ah? Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and put his hand on his temple. "My brain is short-circuiting because I'm having so many flashes of inspiration."
It's not good to dodge too quickly, as it feels discontinuous and you can't grasp the key points. Besides, there is a terrifying atmosphere spreading around.
Sambo frowned, "Drunk."
"You can drink quite well, don't you? Or did Sui Yang make your flash of inspiration worse?" Xing frowned, reached out to pluck Cheng Che's bag, took out a small star core from the thermos cup and pressed it on Cheng Che's forehead, "How about you change back? I'll hold you and walk away?"
"You wish." Cheng Che glanced at Xing, his eyes a little scarlet due to drunkenness.
Xing spread his hands, "What should we do? How can we survive Sui Yang? You are an immortal, of course you can survive..."
When the time comes and the people outside open the illusion, they will see a still young little crow and two white skeletons.
Cheng Che thought for a while and took out a stack of yellow papers from his pocket.
He stood up and squatted at the foot of the steps, rummaging through his bag but couldn't find his paint palette and brushes.