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"I won't." Cheng Che refused, holding the doll and carrying the roasted chicken leg, "Don't think I don't know that your assistant is on a business trip with you. He ran around right after getting off the plane. Who knows if his feet will smell."
At this point, Cheng Che glanced at Tang Muqing's shoes and took a step back, "I won't wear yours either."
Tang Muqing:...
He really wanted to hit someone.
Tang Muching took a deep breath, looked at the empty restaurant, and then looked at the doctor who was quietly eating melon next to him.
He sighed heavily before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves. He took off his tie and threw it into Cheng Che's arms, then turned around and said, "Come on, young master. I'll carry you on my back."
Cheng Che responded and lay obediently on Tang Muching's back.
"You're a teenager, how can you be so embarrassed?" Tang Muqing walked out steadily with his cousin on his back, and his assistant followed him with bags. His tone was full of disdain, but he still didn't let go. "You didn't even call me, at least you could call your brother Su?"
"There are no computers or cell phones, and the TV viewing time is limited." Cheng Che pressed his head on Tang Muching's shoulder, half-closing his eyes and not showing any energy at all. "I feel like I'm in prison."
"It doesn't matter. At least you don't have to take medicine while in jail." Tang Muqing sighed and took the elevator directly to the underground garage. "It means your brother, sister, and mother are not here, and your grandparents are all out traveling. When they come back, they will beat your father."
Cheng Che responded, buried his eyes in the other's neck, lowered his voice, and his tone was full of panic and helplessness, "Brother, I feel uncomfortable, I don't want to, you say..."
He paused, his hands tightly grasping his sleeves, "What should I do..."
Chapter 568 Otherwise I’ll curse you!
"Invitation card……"
Two adult men sat on the steps in the illusion of the Qiongguan Array, observing a peculiarly shaped music box.
Sangbo stroked his chin and looked at it carefully. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Actually, I can find someone to check whether it is real or not, but..."
Without waiting for Sang Bo to finish, Cheng Che patted the music box and said, "But everyone you know has to have some fun attributes. Maybe they are trying to trick you."
"Yes." Sambo nodded, sitting on the steps with his chin propped up. "Why don't we give it a try? After all, we can sneak across again if we are kicked out. At least we have a companion."
He really didn't want to go to Pinocchio, but there was nothing he could do since Cheng Che had invited him.
Could he, a man of joy, refuse the invitation of the Messenger of Pleasure to watch some fun?
Of course not!
"That's fine too." Cheng Che hesitated for a moment, stuffed the music box in front of him into his bag, and then looked at Sang Bo, "Thank you."
Sambo leaned back slightly, his eyes horrified, "Are you going to curse me?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, "No thanks then."
"That's right." Sambo instantly returned to normal, propping up his chin and looking at the people who were talking to the illusion not far away, "Why don't you plan to go with the train?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment and explained in a low voice, "Because I didn't plan to go originally. I was planning to detain Professor Latio and study with Dan Heng, but..."
Cheng Che paused and sighed, "You also know the character of our god. I am also desperate."
Hearing this, Sang Bo turned his head to look at Cheng Che, seeming a little unconvinced, "Are you the kind of person who would go if God wanted you to go?"
“No.” Cheng Che shook his head expressionlessly, “But I am the one who plays with God, and besides…”
At this point, Cheng Che tilted his head and said in a cold voice, "Someone called me Little Black Bird! Little Black Bird! Can't we crows have nice names? Isn't Feng An nice?! Isn't Crow nice?"
Sambo: ...
Sambo drooped his eyebrows, "You just want to pull Hanabi's hair, right?!"
"Fireworks? Oh, the person who calls me a little black bird is seriously ill..." Cheng Che muttered, sitting on the steps with his legs bent, his elbows on his knees and his chin propped up, "I have never been given such a nickname before. If I don't curse her to tears, I will write my name upside down."
"Come on, I'm looking forward to it." Sangbo shrugged and was about to say something when he heard San Yueqi scream.
Cheng Che quickly stood up and walked towards March 7th with his bag on his back.
Sang Bo frowned slightly and followed Cheng Che's footsteps, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart.
"Cheng Che! She said she was the messenger of Liuguang Yiting."
San Yue Qi put one hand on his waist and pointed at the faceless woman in front of him, his eyes full of anger, "I don't care if you are a messenger or an envoy. Even a star god can't stop me from exploring my memories. That is my past and my memory. I have the right to know!"
Cheng Che paused and looked aside.
Deep in the memory of the Black Tower Space Station, a hooded woman stood quietly. There was nothing on her face where the facial features should have been, only a face that looked like a crystal.
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, and he touched his pocket with his palm, "Oh, memory."
"Lord Liuguang?" Fu Xuan frowned and looked at the messenger in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, wondering whether the other party could be trusted.
"Fu Li..." Cheng Che looked at the figure in front of him, thought for a moment, then lowered his head and searched his bag.
There was a rustling sound, and San Yue Qi, who was originally filled with righteous indignation, was startled and turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "What are you doing? We are ready to fight."
"Let's postpone the fight and wait." Cheng Che responded. After a while, he finally took out a strangely shaped stone from his pocket and weighed it.
At this time, Cheng Che finally looked at the messenger who used the crystal as his face, "A messenger is not considered an envoy, so... for the sake of my little friend, I can take on another part-time job."
messenger:……
March 7:…
San Yue Qi looked at Cheng Che in confusion, "Your stone is still ice and is a bit similar to my six-phase ice."
"Is this the point?" Cheng Che looked at a certain messenger, "Make way, or I'll curse you."
He paused, then added: "And I can throw stones at you."
The messenger was silent for a long time, and finally disappeared. A door with a strange light appeared on the wall beside him, as if guiding everyone into the next memory.
San Yueqi was confused for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Che, "You secretly picked up garbage to eat without telling me!"
Cheng Che:…….
"I haven't eaten yet," Cheng Che seemed a little helpless as he pushed Sanyueqi into the door on the wall. "Let's go. We still have to perform tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strange dizziness, and the scene in front of him turned black and white, turning into a familiar carriage.
In the corridor of the carriage, Walter, Ji Zi, Dan Heng were either standing or sitting, and Pam was standing by the window.
"This ice is so weird."
"Dan Heng, come and help me separate this ice block. The girl inside may still be saved."
"Pam, get the first aid kit."
The successive sounds seemed to reveal the scene when the train first encountered March 7th.
San Yue Qi touched the back of his head and said, "This... I don't remember these."
As he spoke, March 7 slowed down his pace, moved closer to each person and listened, feeling the kindness he had received when he hadn't even remembered it.
Ji Zi's worry, Walter's hesitation and determination, Dan Heng's welcome, and Pam's tolerance.
“You just have to make the decision you think is right!”
"Whatever happens from now on, Pam will be responsible!"
The short conductor spoke firmly, his small stature showing great seriousness, "Everyone is welcome on the Starry Sky Train!"
San Yue Qi rubbed his face and said, "So this kind of thing happened to me when I was picked up..."
San Yue Qi held Xing's left hand and Cheng Che's right hand, and walked quickly towards the small door at the back of the carriage. "I am curious about my past, but no matter what it was, I don't want to hide it from my good friend, so -"
March 7's firm words suddenly paused.
She stood at the entrance of the small door, looking at the scene revealed at the entrance in disbelief, "Ah, this, how come it is the same carriage."
You thought you had the answer, only to find that you had to solve the problem again?
"That so-called messenger is still interfering with your memory." Fu Xuan finally spoke, his brows furrowed as if he was very troubled.
San Yueqi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Cheng Che for help, "I feel like I need to take a detour, so... can we take a shortcut?"
Having said that, San Yue Qi reached out and shook Cheng Che's sleeve.
Cheng Che held the strangely colored crystal in one hand, thought about it, nodded, raised the crystal to his mouth and snapped it, "Wait for me to bite it into pieces and throw it at her."
Oh, who can resist the entanglement and act coquettishly?
Chapter 569 was indeed quite successful.
"Where's my shortcut?"
Several people from the Star Train squatted in the corner of the phantom carriage, holding thumb-sized stones in their hands and throwing them around, "Where's the shortcut?"
Behind the three of them, Sangbo and Fu Xuan looked at each other, feeling as if their throats were stuck and unable to utter any words.
It doesn't matter if you throw it in vain. As long as you throw enough, it will annoy the messenger from Liuguang Yiting to death.
Half an hour later, the messenger who had covered his face with a crystal finally emerged from the corner, his tone full of resentment, "March Seven, do you really want to get back the past?"
San Yueqi was startled and stopped throwing the small stone. "What else? If I don't look for the memory, it doesn't exist? Then what am I doing now?"
The messenger was silent for a moment, then slightly made way, "Miss March Seven, please believe me, I am protecting you."
Hearing this, San Yue Qi frowned, "Whose protection is to restrict people? I don't accept this kind of forced protection."
As he spoke, San Yue Qi placed the small stone in Cheng Che's hand and walked quickly towards the small door that appeared next to the messenger.
Xing was slightly stunned, looked at the stone in his hand and then looked at Cheng Che, "This... shouldn't be a simple thing, right?"
"Oh, the power given by Fu Li." Cheng Che responded, tossed the stone in his hand, and then put it into his mouth and chewed it. "It's not very delicious, it hurts my teeth."
star:……
Xing was at a loss for words. "So, you are... accepting the power of His destiny? Are you considered an envoy?"
"Not really." Cheng Che shook his head and stuffed the remaining small stones into the sealed bag, with a calm face, "I received the gift because I deserve it, but accepting the gift only means that I am on good terms with you, it does not mean that I will agree to all your requests, understand?"
Xing was slightly startled, "Is that so?"
Cheng Che thought about it and nodded, "Yes."
"What if someone says you took the gift but didn't do anything?" Xing thought about it again and again, grabbed Cheng Che's sleeve and followed March 7th, but still asked in confusion.
"No, because after I receive a gift, I will find a chance to return it with something of equal value." Cheng Che put his hand on Xing's shoulder, as if he was recalling something, "or do a favor of similar value."
Of course, Fengyao, the star god who never tires of secretly stuffing power into your possession, does not count.