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Hua Huo looked at Cheng Che in disbelief, "Puzzle? Why are you chewing on a puzzle? Can that thing fill your stomach?"
"Don't ask. You don't understand our crows' business." Cheng Che glanced at Hua Huo, then looked back at the crow squatting on his shoulder. "Do you think I can take it back? If I can't, I'll work on the puzzle first and then the mask. If I can... you can watch me work on the puzzle."
Agu: ...
It seems to be quite fun, but...
Agu tilted his head to look at Cheng Che, nodded after a while, and rubbed his head against Cheng Che's cheek, "Yes! Gugu!"
If you fail in raising insects, you must not fail in raising crows.
Cheng Che was satisfied, and looked up to meet the confused gaze of a certain fun person, "What's the matter?"
Hanabi: ...
She now feels that Cheng Che is not a cheerful person, and she feels that there is something wrong with Cheng Che's brain.
Hua Huo took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Xing beside her, and urged: "Are you going to read this dream or not? If you don't want to read it...if you don't want to read it..."
"Go ahead and take a look." Xing raised his hands and stretched, with a smirk on his face, "It's a waste not to take a look when it's delivered to your door."
She won't be in danger. Even if there is danger, Cheng Che is here to guard her.
Xing nodded and followed Hanabi towards the huge eyeball on the door.
"Welcome to the Dream Store. Doctor Edward will be happy to serve you."
His eyes rolled around, and his voice was calm and gentle, "Pioneers of the Star Train, we meet again, and you brought some interesting friends with you."
Cheng Che, Sangbo and Sha Jin stood side by side not far away and watched quietly, with a look of scrutiny and deep thought in their eyes.
Xing waved as a greeting, but then turned around and glanced at Cheng Che, "Want to try it? The last time I came here, I experienced a nameless guest's dream. It was very interesting, and Pam was super cute."
"No, I would be so embarrassed if I let you see the content that needs to be censored..." Cheng Che muttered, watching Hua Huo hand over all the props he had collected, and instructed him seriously.
Xing thought for a moment, then pointed to the eyeball on the door, "You can customize your dreams. Don't you want to take Shajin to visit the home in your memory?"
Cheng Che shook his head, "I don't trust this stuff."
The simulated universe can be trusted, because the Black Tower simply disdains to cheat people. The Qiongguan Formation can be trusted, because Fu Xuan will not deliberately explore secrets, and there is no conflict between him and Xianzhou.
But here...
Who would be willing to give away your memories or dreams to customize a unique dream, add some emotions, and generate a memory bubble, which may be controlled by a family.
Cheng Che decisively refused and watched a water-blue bubble appear in front of Hua Huo.
"This is a beautiful dream." Hanabi smiled a little and looked at Xing, "Have you ever had a dream that left you wanting more after waking up?"
star:……
Xing looked at the familiar face in front of him and blinked, "I suddenly want Cheng Che to come over and pick up what you said and then let Cheng Che say a few dirty words."
Hua Huo's eyelids twitched, "That's not necessary."
She was afraid that the style of painting would go awry again and become something with a melodramatic tone.
Although it is fun, it would be better if she wasn't the main character.
Xing glanced at Huahuo, thought for a moment, and patted Liuying's hand to comfort her, then placed his hand on the dream in front of him.
In an instant, the light flowed, and when I opened my eyes again, a small and cramped space appeared in front of me.
The creaking iron bed, the yellowed, worn sheets on it, and the familiar smell of medicine.
Xing was confused for a moment, then looked up at the ceiling, "Can you see where I am?"
"Of course, dear." Sambo's familiar voice sounded, but he used a less familiar name, "We are all watching this meaningful dream."
star:……
Did she ask him?! She was clearly asking Cheng Che!
"You can see it. Have fun by yourself." Cheng Che responded, watching the aqua-blue bubbles gradually transform into a water curtain with blue light. He scanned the scene around Xing, "Oh, Natasha's clinic..."
He averted his gaze and poked Sambo, who was standing next to him, with his elbow.
"What's wrong?" Sangbo turned around in surprise and asked in confusion: "Is there any problem?"
Cheng Che shook his head, then nodded, with a sigh in his tone, "I've seen her play you for a long time, and now I think you're a pretty good person."
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo thought about it again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Did you think I was a bad person before? Let me tell you, I am... I also hold grudges very well."
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and glanced at Sang Bo before continuing to nod, "Hold the grudge. It's my honor to have a lot of weight in someone's heart, even if that weight comes from hatred."
Sambo almost rolled his eyes. "Holding a grudge is not even on the same level as hatred. Go find that Latio and learn how to use the language."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and was about to say something when he heard a scream.
Liuying leaned back slightly, covering her mouth with an incredible look on her face, "Wow, so cool."
Cheng Che followed Liuying's gaze and immediately opened his mouth, "Wow, so cool."
On the light screen, Xing stood at the door of Natasha's clinic, looking at the people not far away with shocked eyes...
garbage can!
The trash can has hands and feet, and the lid on its head can occasionally be opened.
Sang Bo took a look and was speechless, "This...this...I don't know whether to praise or scold for the moment."
He does have some small ideas that are a little different from normal people, but everyone in the pub is like this, right?
But how could he dream of such a weird-shaped trash can!
He is not Cheng Che and Xing, two trash can maniacs!
"Can I... can I tell you quietly that I've also had this type of dream?" Xing said shyly, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "What should I do next?"
Sambo shrugged, "It's my honor to have some similarities, but... it's up to you to perform from now on."
Cheng Che leaned forward and quietly suggested, "Go up and open the lid, then crawl in!"
Chapter 608 What are you whispering about?
The strange syllables tell a story about the king of garbage. The gray-haired girl shuttles between garbage cans, looking at each other's different colors in silence.
She was a little confused, and believed that her friends outside the dream were equally confused.
Cheng Che took a photo of the trash can man, zoomed in on it again and again, and felt that something was wrong with the whole person.
"I seem to smell a sour taste." Sha Jin looked at Cheng Che with his eyes bent, carefully observing the expression on his face, and smiled with a hint of ridicule, "Friend, do you smell it?"
At the side, Sambo nodded and said seriously, "I smelled it. It was like a crow expressing its admiration and envy after seeing the muscle lines of a trash can."
Cheng Che held the phone in one hand and stretched out two fingers with the other hand, zooming in and out, zooming in and out again.
After a while, Cheng Che sighed softly, "The road ahead is long and difficult."
These days, even trash cans have muscles.
Since he joined the train group, Dan Heng did not put pressure on him, and Walter did not put pressure on him, but until he met Blade, who could open a gap in his coat, an academic who always carried heavy books...
Cheng Che couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch the arm under his shirt. After thinking it over and over again, he said, "It's okay. I can eat more Fengcuo Xiaoye next time."
Shajin laughed, then asked in confusion, "Why are you so obsessed with your figure?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment, "It's not my obsession with my body, it's that I'm always competitive. Besides... my mind is already very abnormal, so my body can't be abnormal."
How can you have fun without a healthy body?
Gold Dust: ...
Good explanation, but...
I always feel that Cheng Che is very paranoid about some small things, but when encountering big things, he looks too lazy to care and seems to not care at all.
As the crowd watched, the gray-haired girl shuttled between the trash can figures, passed through the snow and old metal of Beloberg, and after jumping from mid-air, she saw a huge...
garbage can?
The garbage can giant clenched his hand into a fist, and soon a huge Sambo also raised his fist.
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, and he turned to look at the real Sangbo standing next to him, "Friend? Are you happy?"
Sambo: ...
I am happy #@￥%￥#*@@!
Sang Bo took a deep breath to suppress his urge to chatter. When he met Cheng Che's gaze, his eyebrows drooped suddenly, "Good brother, curse her! Curse her!"
How could this be possible? !
If he hadn't come to Pinocchio, would he have turned into this weird appearance without his knowledge?
His Sambo’s reputation… never mind, old Sambo didn’t have much of a reputation to begin with.
Sambo touched the sack of mushrooms and sighed, "Okay, but don't panic. I still have many opportunities to have fun."
Just bear with it, he believes that Cheng Che will definitely give Hua Huo a headache at Pinocchio!
"Snapped--"
With a slight sound, Liuying quickly pierced through the aqua-blue light curtain in front of him and looked at the people around him awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I really can't bear to watch this anymore."
What is this!
How is Xing——
Liuying hadn't thought twice when she suddenly saw her new colleague who was doing nothing pick up his notebook to write and draw. The two men next to him leaned forward at the same time, and even the crow cooing on her shoulder poked its head out to watch.
Liuying was startled, and grabbed Xing who had just woken up and came over, "What are you drawing?"
Cheng Che shook the notebook in his hand, "I suddenly want to make a little ball with legs and arms, with two eyes and hair showing under the lid of the trash can."
Xingtou looked at it and nodded, "Okay, then I'll help you collect some more materials. Let me think about whose hair is silver-gray--"
Before he finished speaking, Xing suddenly became quiet.
She raised her head and met Cheng Che's expectant eyes. After a long silence, she finally nodded, "Okay..."
Her little gray hair is going to start losing hair!
"Hey hey——"