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"It's so annoying..." Tang Muqing muttered, and couldn't help frowning, "Is the perfume I made for you useless? As soon as I came here, I smelled the milky smell on you. It made me feel uncomfortable in my stomach."
The young man's voice was clear and smiling, and although he was impatient, he was still gentle.
"You despise me!" Cheng Che immediately retorted, skillfully making a comfortable sleeping place for himself, and patted the young man's head, "Then you sleep by yourself! I won't be your pillow!"
This brother is the only arrogant one in the family. He will suffer from insomnia if no one is around!
Everyone says he is spoiled, but it is obviously Tang Muching who is spoiled!
"Why are you so fierce?" Tang Muching opened his eyes, his light brown eyes full of speechlessness.
He reached out and rubbed the gauze on Cheng Che's eyelids, frowning, "How did you do that?"
Cheng Che leaned into Tang Muqing's arms, his tone full of complaints, "My classmate grabbed my pigtails, and I accidentally knocked his teeth out with my elbow, so he beat me up."
Tang Muqing took a deep breath and touched his phone with half-closed eyes, "Baby, you are so useless that you can even let others disfigure you. I don't like ugly brothers."
"But it doesn't matter." Cheng Che closed his eyes and used it as a pillow. "I changed all his pens to faded pens. He gets scolded by the teacher every day. I plan to go to the same school with him in the future and change his pens every day."
Tang Muqing:...
All right, it's not a loss.
Tang Muching squinted his eyes and glanced at the message on his phone. He threw the phone away and used his younger brother as a pillow. Before he closed his eyes, he heard another sound of the door.
A young boy carrying a heavy schoolbag walked in from outside, pulled aside a stool and lay on the table, and began to write homework frantically, trying to finish all the holiday homework before the holiday began, and then play to his heart's content.
"You won't let me sleep, right?!" Tang Muqing sat up from the bed and glared at the boy beside the desk, "Either get out or keep quiet!"
"Your room?" Su Ming asked without raising his head. "It's up to you to sleep or not. If you sleep now, you can be an owl to adjust to the jet lag at night."
Tang Muqing glanced around and patted the child in his arms, "This is your room, get out."
Cheng Che closed his eyes, "No, I'm sleepy after hearing this sound."
Tang Muching sighed helplessly and sat against the head of the bed for a long time before he stood up. He picked up the child from the bed and held him in his arms. He took the other side of the desk and turned on the computer, intending to write his paper for this holiday.
The teenage boy was held in the young man's arms as he did when he was a child, with a blanket wrapped around him and his eyes closed, drowsy. In his ears were the faint sounds of keyboard tapping and the sound of the pen tip scratching across paper.
Su Ming quickly copied the answers to a homework assignment, tore off a piece of sticky paper, wrote a few words on it, and moved it aside.
Tang Muching pushed his glasses, patted the back of the child in his arms, and then moved over to watch quietly.
The handwriting on the small note was beautiful, but what was written on it made people's hearts skip a beat.
[Cheche wrote in his diary that he wanted to blow up the world, and he had even started the first step of the plan.]
Tang Muqing raised his eyebrows, pressed the Enter key to change the line and continued typing.
[Oh no, this kind of thing can be planned in the mind, why do you need to write it in a diary? Who is a good person who writes a diary! ]
Su Ming glanced at Tang Muching, then looked at Cheng Che who was fast asleep on the young man's shoulder, and continued to write, [He said he wanted to strangle Sister Tan Tan's cat, and said it would be fun to crush its small bones.]
Tang Muqing:...
Sister Tan Tan, oh, Su Ming’s Sister Tan Tan is his own younger sister Tan Tan, Cheng Che’s biological sister.
Tang Muqing continued typing [Why didn't you pinch it? ]
[I’m afraid that Sister Tantan won’t hold a parent-teacher conference for him in the future, which would be more trouble than gain.]
Tang Muqing paused, pressed his forehead, and then nodded, continuing to type on the keyboard, [If the psychopath is untreatable, treat him. If he can’t be cured, beat him. If he can’t be beaten, lock him up. But I have a question now. ]
Su Ming glanced at Tang Muching and drew a question mark on the note paper with the tip of his pen.
The sound of keyboard tapping continued, and a few lines of text came into view.
[Baby, are you a bit perverted? Why are you secretly reading a ten-year-old kid's diary?!]
Su Ming: ...
Su Ming was silent for a moment, threw away the pen in his hand, and started typing on Tang Muching's keyboard.
[I learned this from you, so you peeked at my diary! ]
Chapter 511 I already have a cat.
"This cat cake..."
Xing sat next to the cultivation table and pointed at the red maple leaf on the cat cake's shell. He couldn't help but frowned, "Why didn't I notice that Dan Heng was gray before, only the coat was white and green."
Cheng Che glanced sideways, his eyes widened immediately, "How did you cultivate a little Dan Heng!"
The shell is bluish-white, the inside is gray-black, and the tail has some decorations similar to those on Danheng's clothing.
It's exactly the same!
Hearing this, Xing blinked her eyes, "Isn't that a very normal thing? I once raised a Sanyueqi."
The two semi-nameless guests were sitting in front of the breeding table at this time, frowning as they bred the cat cakes, trying to gather all their good friends together. On the three empty toilets next to them were placed the March 7th cat cakes and the trash can cat cakes.
Xing rowed the chair to the trash can, placed the Danheng cat cake on the empty toilet, then moved back to grab the Little Crow cat cake from Cheng Che, and finally threw it directly on the table.
The gray-haired girl had a very satisfied smile on her face and clapped her hands proudly, "Look, I have gathered all the children's groups for our train crew!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but speak, "Then have you ever thought that Dan Heng could actually be put in the parent group?"
As he spoke, Cheng Che pointed to two cats on the other side. One was red with a small golden rose and holding a coffee cup in its paws, and the other was gray with glasses and touching a cane. They were obviously the other two parents of the train crew.
Xing thought about it and shook her head, "That won't work. Our Dan Heng is still a child. Even if we have to assign someone to the parent group, it should be you, the little crow."
He is not as old as Evergrande, but his height...
Ahem, I can’t say any more. Dan Heng will sneeze if I continue.
Cheng Che suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and went back to the table to adjust the breeding data, trying to breed different cat cakes. "Anyway, we have to pack them up and take them away. Dan Heng slept well last night. Take the Dan Heng cat cakes back to keep watch for him."
Hearing this, Xing's eyes flickered.
She tiptoed on the ground, slid the chair between the two of them, and lowered her voice, "Can you let Zhimasu go to keep watch for Danheng? And then give the glutinous rice dumplings to a man with a demonic body."
As soon as the words fell, Cheng Che and Jing Yuan's speechless eyes moved over and stared at Xing, making Xing's heart pounding and inexplicably guilty, "Hehe."
"I think you want to be hunted down by Dan Heng." Cheng Che sighed and reached out to knock on Xing's forehead. "When the time comes, Dan Heng will have nightmares every night, and Ren will chase Mao Gao in the room and say there are five people."
Xing spread his hands, "Okay."
She swayed back and continued to cultivate the cat cake. "My wish has not come true, but it is quite interesting when I think about it carefully."
Hearing this, Jing Yuan couldn't help but press his chest, unable to put it into words, "He's really a living devil..."
I originally thought Cheng Che was cruel enough, but now it seems that this despicable pioneer is sometimes even more cruel.
Now Dan Heng and Ren live under the same roof, but they rarely run into each other. One of them falls asleep in his room, while the other studies books and collects information in the reference room. There is no conflict between them, but whenever these two go to places they shouldn't go...
Tsk, I dare not think about it.
"I said that this star core spirit didn't even need to show its loyalty to the embrace of joy. It's more fun than me." Cheng Che muttered, and after a while he pushed the things in front of him and leaned back on the chair. "I won't cultivate it anymore. I'll just carry the cultivation platform back to the train."
You can't have to run back to the space station every time you want to give someone a cat cake, right?
Although it is quite convenient, it is not your own territory after all.
Xing waved her hand. "Wait a minute. Let me get this Jingyuan cat cake out first. I just used the Realm Anchor to return to the train and found a strand of white hair from your room. I'll stuff it in there and try it out."
Jing Yuan was speechless for a moment, his pair of light golden eyes were filled with speechless emotion, "I...you..."
"Wait a minute!" Xing quickly raised his head, ran to the side and took out a white and gold cat cake from something that looked like an oven. He pointed at the leather strap tied to the other party's tail and said in shock, "If I hadn't cultivated the cat cake, I wouldn't have known you were so hot!"
Jing Yuan couldn't help but reach out and touch the bandage on his leg, frowning slightly, "I need to go to war occasionally, after all, I am a military commander."
Straps and the like can be used to gather the trouser legs for easier movement and also for carrying some weapons.
"Heh." Cheng Che sneered, staring at Jing Yuan with a pair of light amber eyes, "Don't think I don't know the origin of leg rings. This thing evolved from sock rings. It's a decoration, or it's used to fix stockings or something..."
At this point, Cheng Che tilted his head and said, "You are feverish, just admit it."
Jing Yuan:......
What he said is true, but it should be okay for him to burn it, right?
Besides, the leg ring is really convenient for tying small daggers or something, although he doesn't often tie them...
"I admit it." Jing Yuan sighed helplessly, looking at the cat cake with a lion head buckle in Xing's arms, "Let me make it clear first, I won't raise it. I already have a cat."
As he spoke, Jing Yuan raised his hand, showing the raccoon in his arms to everyone.
Xing glanced at him and said, "I know, that's why I didn't plan to send you off. The cat cake of the nameless guest followed the train. You are half a nameless guest, there is no difference!"
Xing waved his hand and stuffed the cat cake into the trash can next to him, obviously intending to pack it up and take it away.
Jing Yuan inexplicably felt that this action was somewhat familiar, just like the way Jing Liu stuffed his apprentice into the trash can. Jing Yuan turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "Are you planning to take back all the cultivation platforms and creations that were left behind?"
"Well, we're just recycling and reusing garbage, right?" Cheng Che raised his chin towards Xing and was about to say something when he heard a slight ring from his cell phone.
The gray-haired girl next to him quickly looked up, took out her cell phone from her pocket and looked at it, then frowned tightly.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Che tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Is there any problem?"
Xing raised her hand and pressed her throbbing eyelids. Her golden eyes were filled with hesitation. "The Black Tower was attacked and disappeared in the space station. We... may not be able to leave for the time being."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan and Cheng Che both showed strange expressions.
Cheng Che used his fingernails to zip up his clothes and couldn't help asking in confusion, "Wait, there are so many puppets in the Black Tower, which one was attacked?"
"Or..." Jing Yuan was also a little bit overwhelmed, frowning and asking doubtfully, "Have you seen the real body of the lady in the black tower? For a genius who is used to using puppets, the real body should be hidden very safely, right?"
Hundreds of puppets were attacked...
He had been attacked many times by Cheng Che's crow's mouth.
Hearing this, Xing spread his hands and said, "I don't know, but the wild animals in the melon field are already excited."
Chapter 512 Let me take a look too.
The dim light was looming, and the gray-haired girl sat on the chair with her head hung, trying hard to open her heavy eyelids.
The view in front of him flickered, with a faint blinding light.
Xing frowned, avoided the light source for a long time, and finally opened his eyes.
What meets the eye is a gray metallic color, just like the buildings of the Black Tower Space Station, which appear gray, cold and have a strong sense of technology.