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The tone was sour, with a hint of aged vinegar that was faint and looming.
It’s not that old Sambo and Giovanni are petty, they are just too partial!!!
This look of partiality is more than the hatred between hunting and abundance!
"Not often, he would appear in my dreams after he occasionally said a few words to me." Cheng Che recalled the Aha roller coaster he had experienced in his recent dreams, and couldn't help but say in disgust, "I was so shaken that I vomited."
Sambo was silent for a long time, and then asked in a tone of doubt: "You seem to dislike your own god?"
Although the Happy Family didn't really respect their own Star God, and even despised him sometimes, but...
The favored one despises his own god???
Is Cheng Che so rampant?
"He's always running." Cheng Che patted Sang Bo's shoulder and drew a circle in the air with his finger. "He usually doesn't say anything in his dreams, he just runs around in circles. He carries me on his back to chase the hunters, Fengzao chases us, and the hunters chase Fengzao. Think about it, think about it carefully."
Sambo blinked his eyes. "Also... quite happy?"
There are just not enough people and gods. It might be more joyful if there were more.
"The audience and Him are the ones who are happy." Cheng Che had no expression on his face, his hands in his pockets, and a grim look on his face. "I am the one who is vomiting like crazy."
Sang Bo met Cheng Che's sincere gaze and suppressed his conscience, "Although you lost your health, we both gained happiness!"
Under Cheng Che's strange gaze, Sang Bo showed a helpless smile on his face, and his raised eyebrows revealed some of the confidence and calmness of a fun-loving person. "If you are not happy, I can also find a live camera and bring the whole bar to kneel down for you, and perform a crying show on the spot."
It's okay!
We are all people who like to have fun. Although some people always don’t know the limits and go overboard, we all like to have fun!
Sacrifice a little crow, and bring happiness to you and me!
Cheng Che: ...
Don't die?
Such a familiar phrase.
Cheng Che blinked and glanced secretly at Walter who was standing at the door of the train waiting for the children to go home.
He reached out his hand, held Sambo's shoulder and turned back, meeting Walter's flickering eyes.
"Ah?" Sangbo inexplicably sensed a hint of danger and his eyes were blank.
Cheng Che held Sangbo's hand and raised it, his face calm, "Say it again to Mr. Walter."
Sambo: ...
Although it feels a bit inexplicably dangerous, but...
"Although you lost——" Sambo's voice was stuck, and he stared at the cane that stuck between his eyes in the blink of an eye, "Ah!!!"
The screams echoed throughout the dock, startling a flock of birds. The sharp voice was full of fear, and the ending tone was trembling.
Walter had a sullen face, but his eyes were filled with deep fear and vigilance as he looked at Sambo.
Cheng Che spread his hands, "Don't blame me."
Sambo: ...
It's a scam, right?
So what happened to this sentence?
The lines about the enemy who murdered your father?
Under Sambo's horrified gaze, Walter's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a man's elegant and gentle voice behind him.
"Mr. Walter, do you have time?"
Luosha nodded slightly, her long golden hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, with a gentle smile on her face, "Before we part, I would also like to apologize to you."
"Will you forgive me?"
Walter: ...
Walter and Cheng Che met each other's eyes, and they both felt a strong sense of foreboding.
The two of them looked at each other at the same time, took a step back and stood side by side, all four of their eyes filled with horror.
Under the vigilant gazes of the two, Luosha smiled and seemed extremely serious. "Although I don't know what happened, I can definitely be your listener, right?"
Chapter 6 Extra
"Could you please not be so stingy?"
The tall man sat on a small stool with disdain. The high-end custom-made suit he wore was out of place in the crowded two-bedroom house.
He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him with disdain. There were only thin noodles and a fried egg in the bowl, and two green vegetables beside it seemed to be mocking his neat attire today.
Tang Muqing couldn't stand it any longer. Finally, he looked up at the man who came out with two more bowls of noodles. "You earn a lot. Can you at least cook me a dish with meat?"
"Luncheon meat?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows, put down the bowl, turned and went into the kitchen, and took out two slices of cut luncheon meat on a small plate. "Here, the meat you asked for."
Tang Muqing:...
Tang Muching pressed his forehead, his tone full of fatigue, "Forget about not frying the meat, but how many slices of luncheon meat would you divide into if you were so stingy..."
"Greasy." Su Ming responded, stirring the noodles in the bowl without any disgust on his face, "Just bear with it, these are all I have at home."
Busy working overtime, ordering takeout lunches or eating instant noodles every day, who can take care of these things?
The two vegetables in the bowl were taken out of the refrigerator after searching for a long time. Although they were not very fresh, they were not bad either.
"You keep pretending to be poor, living in an old house and eating instant noodles." Tang Muqing looked disgusted, stirring the food in the bowl with chopsticks, frowning, "With your face and this environment, if you don't know me, you will think you owe 10 or 8 billion and are about to be drawn into a cartoon."
"This is close to the company. It takes me an hour to commute home every day, and there are traffic jams everywhere..." Su Ming muttered, and turned around when he heard footsteps in the corridor.
The tall and long-legged boy was carrying a bag filled with beer and barbecue from downstairs. He looked indifferent, but his tone was not cold either. "Eighth floor. I have to wait for the bell to ring to climb to the eighth floor to go to school and take the faculty elevator. Do you know how I climbed up?"
"Come and eat." Su Ming waved his hand and pulled out a chair from the gap next to the TV cabinet and placed it next to the coffee table. He didn't seem to care much. "You'll get used to it after two days of climbing."
"I can't get used to it. I have to go back to class tomorrow..." Cheng Che muttered, put the ice beer and snacks he just bought on the coffee table, sat beside the coffee table and looked up at the mature man opposite him, "Mr. Tang, you haven't experienced life for a long time, right?"
"What the hell am I experiencing? I'm a successful bachelor, what kind of life am I going to experience?" Tang Muching couldn't help but frown, glanced at Cheng Che and stretched out his hand, "Come here and let me touch your bald head."
The boy, who had been used to keeping his hair since childhood, had just become an adult and went to college. The school ruthlessly shaved off the curly hair he had kept during the holidays into a buzz cut, and it was difficult to get used to showing his forehead.
Cheng Che rolled his eyes and leaned his head closer, "They measure my hair with a ruler every week when they close the team. That's too much."
Tang Muqing touched his round head twice and pushed it back, "If it were another school, I could still ask for favors, but this school... just accept your fate, it can't be done."
A black mark appeared on the man's wrist. A small snake looked at the surrounding environment lazily with a cold gaze. After shaking its tail, it climbed up Cheng Che's little head and slid along his scalp along his neck to his arm.
Cheng Che put the little snake on his knees as usual, sat on a short stool and quickly finished his dinner. "The conditions are simple today, so just bear with it. I'll take you back to Brother Tang's house to eat the little white mouse later."
The black snake turned its head away with disdain and placed its head on Cheng Che's knees, lying quietly and motionless, like a corpse.
joke!
Doesn’t he know that the big monster that has lived for tens of thousands of years still needs a little white mouse?
This group of mortals, put together, are not even enough for him to eat in one bite!
The simple noodles were cooked in water and easily seasoned to fill the stomach. The three grown men ate together quickly, leaving the bowls and chopsticks in a mess on the table.
Cheng Che glanced at the table and stepped back with the little snake in his arms, "I just went downstairs to buy some drinks. I won't wash the dishes."
"I'll cook, I won't wash either." Su Ming lazily leaned aside, his shirt wrinkled, two buttons undone, his eyes half closed, he seemed not to move at all, "Boss Tang will wash."
"I smashed them all for you." Tang Muching's brows have not relaxed since he came here. He leaned against the sofa with his legs crossed and lit a cigarette, looking disgusted, "What are you calling me? None of you can call me brother properly."
"Call me when you need pocket money." Cheng Che stared at the dirty dishes expressionlessly. After thinking for a while, he finally came up with a perfect solution. "How about letting Xiu Xiu wash it?"
Ning Xiu: ...
ill?
He is now carrying a seal that prohibits him from becoming a spirit!
Is he now in human form washing dishes under the thunder? !
Tang Muqing raised his eyes lazily, "You go wash, kid, kid, move more."
He didn't want to say a word now, so he postponed one moment and ran over to eat, and ended up eating a bowl of noodles.
Noodles that were about to expire, vegetables that were so wilted that they would soon crack into pieces, two slices of luncheon meat, and a small fried egg.
Small restaurants think this thing is too simple and cannot be sold at all.
"Why not throw it away?" Cheng Che took off his glasses and slowly wiped them, his tone extremely calm, "Go downstairs and throw it away later, and buy it next time when Brother Su cooks."
Now it was Su Ming's turn to be silent.
"Although I'm pretending to be poor, I can still pretend at times like this. A set of bowls is quite expensive." Su Ming's tone was filled with helplessness. "These are our ancestors' bowls. If I throw them away, the three of us will kneel down at our ancestors' graves together."
At the same time, tiny balls of light floated in the air like dust, silently looking at the people gathered together and the snake that didn't look very simple.
Well, very good, perfect material for a time traveler.
Their No. 666 Time Traveler Space Administration has achieved results!
The next step is to wait for these people to die!
I don’t know why, the programs sent out to observe the candidates for time travel always disappear. But it doesn’t matter, their management bureau has no shortage of stubborn people!
The more bizarre the candidate, the more attention he deserves. He could have been replaced by someone else, but with so many programs missing...
Pack it all up!!!
The black snake shook its tail lazily, and its golden and green eyes were full of coldness.
He quietly stretched out a tiny bit of strength, grabbed a ball of light and ate it.
It's so annoying. They all stare at his owner. He has eaten a hundred or eighty of them, but he still won't give up.
Is it so easy to find a rich, good-looking and generous owner? !
Do you know how many years he was an illegal immigrant before he found such a satisfactory owner? !
Chapter 464: Is it delicious?
The carriage was silent. Two men named Huan Yue were sitting facing the wall, holding a pen and a thick stack of white paper in their hands, and writing furiously on the table.