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Everyone has left, why are you still here?
General Shen Ce's secret office, right? !
"Yes, I'm relying on him." Jing Yuan admitted the fact with a smile without any displeasure. "Not to mention that there are many friends here who can help me with official business. Even if there are none, I can bribe Cheng Che with my favor, right?"
Either Cheng Che captures people to help him do the work, or Cheng Che does the work himself, it's a win-win situation either way.
Dan Heng nodded and asked calmly, "Don't you want your arm anymore?"
He's already so dark that Luofu has almost started preparing for his funeral, and you still dare to continue to owe him money?
Did you know that someone from the Ten Kings Division came on the train today to inquire?
He was a wanted criminal who had just been pardoned. The people from the Ten Kings Division asked him for a long time whether General Jingyuan had any demonic body problems. He almost thought that he was the Dragon Lord of the Chiming Clan!
"Ah... I just didn't find a chance to pay it back." Jing Yuan glanced at Yan Qing and said helplessly, "Cheng Che really doesn't seem to want anyone to pay back the debt. He doesn't want to help at all."
The tavern visitor named Sambo has already owed the bill from Yalilo No. 6 to Luofu, and maybe even to Pinocchio. Jing Yuan has no way to pay it back even if he wants to.
Dan Heng hummed, picked up the pen beside him and made notes on the document, keeping silent and working overtime seriously.
Jing Yuan curled his eyes, read two documents, and then spoke as if chatting, "I thought you would go back to rest."
Hearing this, Dan Heng paused and habitually moved the pen away to prevent the ink from falling on the document and dirtying the words.
He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke in a low voice, "Although they always say that Danfeng's past has nothing to do with me, but... when I think about it carefully, Chen is also the past. I haven't completely abandoned it. I just... can't understand it, and I don't want to face it. Moreover, in the dream, I feel that I have committed a sin in a trance, and I am sorry for everyone."
Jing Yuan:......
The devil's body!
It must be the devil's body!
Jing Yuan turned the pen in his hand and tapped Dan Heng's forehead with it. He was speechless, "Cheng Che told me not to imagine it. Look, you have lost your happiness now, right?"
Chapter 426 It must be the fault of the evil spirit!
Never sleep.
Cheng Che did not choose the small tea table outside. He took out his mobile phone to pay and chose a small private room on the second floor. Then he walked in with the snacks he had prepared and a blade on his back.
He can accept Luofu tea, but cannot accept Luofu tea leaves, just like foreigners find it difficult to accept stinky tofu and snail noodles for a while.
Ren sat there silently, holding the sword in his hand, watching Cheng Che take out his mobile phone and tap on it. However, in the blink of an eye, several projections appeared in the small box.
The purple-haired woman sat lazily with her chin propped up. She glanced around and smiled gently, "I thought Ah Ren was going to steal a star ship, or some unused house or some uninhabited place."
"Heh, it doesn't matter where he is. He won't reply to my messages." A girl with silver-gray hair was chewing gum and looking down at her phone. "Where's Little Crow? Is Little Crow free? Will you play games with me these few days?"
"Yes, but not many." Cheng Che responded, and after a while he asked, "Are there any immersive VR games I can play? I played some before I came here, but I'm obviously not proficient enough in this technology back home."
Yes, there are, but maybe not as good as here.
Hearing this, Silver Wolf nodded nonchalantly, "Yes, I'll find something fun later."
"Cough cough." A mecha that had remained silent coughed twice, as if to make its presence known.
At the side, Silver Wolf waved his hand nonchalantly, "I forgot to introduce you, Sam, the Star Core Hunter."
Cheng Che's eyes moved again and again, and suddenly lit up.
SAM: ...
I don't know why, but I always feel something is wrong.
"Ache, do you have anything else to say? If it's a blessing, you can say it later." Kafka couldn't help but smile playfully, supporting her chin with her head tilted, looking at her companions in front of her with a smile.
Cheng Che blinked, his eyes clear and transparent, "Can I take off his mecha and put it on myself to try? It feels very cool."
Mecha!
Who doesn’t love it!
Even Walter, who is so old, loves it!
SAM: ...
It’s not good, but is this sentence a blessing?
Mechas won't get acne, but they are very likely to short-circuit.
"I suggest you don't even think about it. If you want, I'll buy you a set." Silver Wolf snorted, lowered his head and chewed gum, his fingers tapping on the screen continuously, "Kafka, it's time to start."
Kafka sighed slightly and tapped her fingertips on the table, making a crisp sound. "Our action this time..."
Cheng Che tilted his head, a question mark flashed in his eyes.
Don't you want to assign some lines?
Are you planning to discuss in front of him that the adults in the family are going out to play and leaving him, a lonely little crow, at home?
"It's to find snacks for our little crow." Kafka thought for a long time, and finally said this with a sigh, "You also know that Ache likes to chew on star cores the most."
Cheng Che withdrew his gaze and pursed his lips.
All right, he's fine now.
When the adults in the family go out to play, they bring him local specialties when they come back, and there is no problem at all.
"Oh." Silver Wolf responded, but he never raised his eyes from the phone screen. "I've read the script. Have you considered all the unexpected situations?"
"Elio has checked it, it's okay, and besides..." Kafka couldn't help but chuckle, even though it was a projection, she couldn't help but reach out and put her hand on Cheng Che's head with a gentle smile on her face, "Ache will help us, right?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che leaned back slightly, leaning back on the chair with his arms folded across his chest, "I haven't even read a word of the script, and you said I would help you? Even if you want to buy snacks for me, I don't know how to buy them."
Kafka thought for a moment, then said with eyes squinting, "Free purchase."
Cheng Che became even more silent.
He looked at Kafka listlessly with his eyes half closed. "Are you kidding me?"
He had seen the script with garbled marks on Ren's phone, but he didn't open it. Who knew what this group of people were going to do?
Besides, the Star Core Hunter...
The person who was chasing the star core, now saying to find snacks for him... isn't that his job? !
You're just trying to tease him, right?!
"Cheer up." Kafka squinted her eyes and tried to ruffle Cheng Che's curly hair, but her tone was like coaxing a child, "I can't do anything about a one-year-old crying and making a fuss."
"I'm nineteen!" Cheng Che had no expression on his face.
Kafka nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, nineteen is still a child."
"Hmph." Ren couldn't help but turn his head away from Cheng Che, holding the sword in his arms, his voice was low and hoarse, "When he was playing tricks, he was less than a year old, and when he was drinking, he was just an adult."
The main focus is flexibility, right?
Cheng Che glanced at Ren, crossed his arms and placed them on the table, lying on top of them, and said calmly, "Then you guys rehearse, I'll just watch."
"You're so sensible." Silver Wolf lifted his eyelids and glanced at Cheng Che, then raised his chin, "Put it back a little, it's blocking the projected map."
Cheng Che: ...
No one loves you anymore, right?
Cheng Che glanced at the small table, moved back holding the teacup, and rested his head on Ren's shoulder, "Okay."
blade:……
I repeat, he is not a pillow!
Be careful, his evil spirit will crawl around on the spot!
Time passed unknowingly, and when Cheng Che looked up from the mobile phone screen, the projection had disappeared. Only Ren was leaning back in his chair, looking at the mobile phone on the table from afar with the screen still on.
"Is it over?" Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Ren. He marked a section of the material he hadn't finished reading in red as a bookmark, and then put away his phone. "Let's get back to the train. Otherwise, if something happens to you, I won't be able to get there in time."
"Yeah." Ren responded, reaching out to put away his phone, "Are you not leaving yet?"
You said you were leaving but you didn't move, right?
Cheng Che shook his head and pointed at Ren's hand, "I want to see if your hand can stop shaking."
edge:? ? ?
"Hmm?" Ren raised an eyebrow in doubt and stretched out his hand to make a fist, "Are you worried that my hands won't hurt enough when I hit you?"
Cheng Che: ...
It's over, the demonic body! It must be the demonic body's fault!
Cheng Che looked at the blade with difficulty, and after thinking for a long time, he spoke, "Can you still forge it?"
Blade paused for a moment and shook his head sincerely, "No."
My memory is confused, my body is not what it used to be, and I have trouble concentrating.
Cheng Che tilted his head, "Will plucking two more feathers help?"
"I don't know." Blade continued to shake his head, and the palm of his hand holding the sword rested on the blade and tapped it lightly, "Why are you asking these questions?"
Cheng Che took out a handful of feathers from his pocket and put them on the table, without any guilt or embarrassment, "Try it yourself. When you forge weapons for your friends, you can't be partial to some or others, otherwise I will make you dig out a hundred or eighty immortal boats on the spot."
Chapter 427: Let’s die.
"I have long forgotten the art of forging."
The tall man held the sword in silence for a moment, finally gave an explanation, then turned and walked out.
The long blue hair was draped behind her, with the ends turning red like the petals of a Lycoris radiata, like a sea of blood meeting the inky sky, lifeless, but not dead either.
Cheng Che picked up the thermos and slowly followed Ren downstairs.
The two of them walked slowly along the streets, and their conversation was not faint but rather sarcastic.
"Does anyone else have this thing, or am I the only one who doesn't have it?"
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. He put the thermos cup into his sweatshirt pocket. The light yellow sweatshirt on his body was soft and warm, but it exuded a sinister but seamless aura for no reason. "I know that my brother is just trying to coax me. You can just be friends with them."
blade:……