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"Maybe it's just that an old man has taken a fancy to a handsome guy like me?" Tang Muqing laughed and patted Cheng Che's head. "Why? Do you still want to know everything about your brother's scandals?"
Cheng Che: ...
"If I don't know everything clearly, how can I ask for pocket money..." Cheng Che glanced at the name on the project plan, took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and searched for a long time.
On the side, Sha Jin also came over and looked down.
Tang Muching leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight on his legs. After a while, he raised his hand and patted Sha Jin's head.
In the confused eyes of Shajin, the man's gentle face darkened, "Didn't you eat well? How come you haven't gained any weight in half a month? Or didn't you listen to the doctor and exercise more?"
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin lowered his head and said, "I...can't gain weight."
"I believed your lies." Tang Muching cursed in a low voice, found his phone and asked his assistant to arrange a physical examination, intending to find out whether he could gain weight.
On the side, Cheng Che finally put down his phone and leaned into Tang Muqing's arms, "Brother, if we don't cooperate, we will put him on the blacklist and won't invite him to the banquet in the future."
Shajin thought about the photos and deeds he had just searched for, and nodded heavily, "Yes!"
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Tang Muching sighed again, feeling that he, a young overlord in his early twenties, was being forced by his younger brothers and sisters to become a miserable old woman.
He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then finally opened them.
You should beat your younger brother early, because when his younger brother grows up and you are old, you really won’t be able to beat him anymore.
Not only will I be unable to defeat them, but these annoying little brats will also have to make fun of me.
"I remember now. The teacher called and said Kakavasia, you..." Tang Muqing frowned, finding it hard to understand. "You wrote in your review of The Crow Drinks Water that this crow is not good and doesn't have a crow's mouth at all?"
Chapter 678: How poisonous are crows!
【Extra←】
"This is not the crime scene. This is just a reconstruction using the ability of the Rememberer."
The blond young man crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. He looked at the voice lying in the dream pool with a pair of bright and strange eyes and chuckled, "Death has already happened in this Pinocchio."
Xing's eyes, which were filled with disdain, became serious at this moment, but his look was very blank.
She looked at the girl with a piercing wound on her chest in the Dream Pool and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her heart, "Robin?"
Isn't the robin always there?
Her smile was on the billboard, and she was welcomed. I heard that she was dancing with her brother in the square.
how come?
How do robins die?
Xing's eyelids twitched as she watched the robin's body dissipate like foam. It took her a long while to come back to her senses.
She squatted on the ground, covering her chest, staring blankly at the seam on the floor, her tone was very confused, "It's... it's that monster, right? If it weren't for Cheng Che, Liuying would have been stabbed in the heart like this. Cheng Che stood in front of her, and although he didn't die, he also had the same wound. They... they were all attacked by that monster, right?"
Sha Jin crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head slightly to look at the pioneer in front of him.
and many more?
Did Cheng Che have a hand in Liuying's death?
Why did he remember that Liuying died from being stabbed in the chest with a claw...
Oh, it has been changed.
So where is Cheng Che now?
Still running around in your memory?
An inexplicable emotion flashed across Shajin's eyes, waiting for the pioneer to sort out his mood and discuss cooperation...
Placer gold is sluggish.
Cooperation?
What cooperation?
Let’s find out the truth about Pinocchio together?
But...it seems that something has happened to Envoy Cheng Che, so is there any need for him to get involved?
Thinking about his big piece of amber and the document he had signed urgently, Sha Jin turned and left.
task?
What task?
Isn't the mission already accomplished?
"What are you going to do?"
Xing noticed the footsteps and turned around silently. He looked up at Shajin with his red eyes and said, "You brought me to the crime scene, just to take a look?"
"I... I'm going on vacation?" Sha Jin's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he spoke uncertainly, "Although I haven't found the truth or the key, it seems that my work has been forced to end, and it even ended perfectly. I..."
The next thing is the matter of Topa and Emerald, right?
With Cheng Che around, what else is there for me to do?
The only thing he paid was his own aventurine, which was smashed to pieces without any value at all.
No, it’s not without value. At least it got me a large cornerstone, the kind that would make diamonds cry with envy.
star:……
They all left one by one, and only their train is left?
Xing frowned, "Where are you going on vacation? To be honest, we are on vacation as well. Can you take us with you?"
I feel like I'm no longer needed.
With Cheng Che's vengeful nature, he wouldn't be called Little Crow until he reveals all the evil that Pinocchio has hidden!
Shajin turned his head suspiciously, "And leave Cheng Che and Pinoconi here?"
"What else? I don't even know where Cheng Che is, and how he got trapped in the memory." Xing frowned and analyzed seriously, "After seeing Liuying's death, I felt that death might be the truth. I was just shocked, but not too sad. I think Cheng Che will put Pinocchio in order."
Shajin's eyelids twitched. "Pinoconi has a family. This place is full of good and bad people, including the Joy Walkers, the Sea Patrol Rangers, and all kinds of people. If you leave Cheng Che here, isn't that raising a Gu?"
He realized that friends were not Cheng Che’s connections, but Cheng Che’s rules.
Only when he has familiar partners around him, Cheng Che will behave more properly and avoid causing any earth-shattering incidents.
Hearing this, Xing frowned, "Is there any difference between Pinocchio and the box for raising Gu now?"
Gold Dust: ...
It seems like there really isn't.
Shajin stretched out his hand and said hesitantly, "Then let's discuss the vacation. What kind of scenery do you like? What about the other friends in the train group?"
"No, it's not a vacation." Xing grabbed Shajin's hand and stood up, saying seriously, "We are not dragging Cheng Che down. We have become a qualified support group, which shows all of us' trust in Cheng Che and our affirmation of his strength."
Gold Dust: ...
Makes sense.
The two walked away side by side, and the memories in the room all made a silent snap.
……
"General, we will reach Pinocchio in two system hours."
The girl with long pink hair crossed her chest with her arms, but her expression was very mature. She calmly looked at the man who was leaning on the couch with his legs propped up and reading documents, "What should we do? Please give us your instructions, General."
Hearing this, the white-haired man leaning on the couch yawned.
He threw away the scroll in his hand, squinted his eyes and stretched.
The raccoon slave who was lying on his chest missed a step and was caught by Jing Yuan before he fell.
He stroked the fur of the raccoon slave with a curled mouth, put the raccoon slave on his shoulder, then stood up, casually pulled the scarlet bandage on the table, tied up his white hair high, and said with a smile, revealing a sense of calmness and laziness in his voice, "Didn't Fu Qing pass the divination test?"
Hearing this, Fu Xuan rolled his eyes, not wanting to act like a fortune teller at all, "If I can predict your decision, General, why don't you let me take the position of General."
Jing Yuan was stunned, and his suspicious eyes fell on Fu Xuan's face, "This sounds a bit familiar."
"It's not important!" Fu Xuan waved his hand, not caring at all. "Didn't our extra-commissioned general just say that when he usurped the throne? Why do you have such a bad memory?"
"Please be kind. I'm already old, my memory is not good, my eyesight is not good, and my hair is all white. Fu Qing, you should do more work and share my worries."
Jing Yuan laughed, raised his pair of light golden eyes, and walked slowly towards the outside of the Shen Ce Mansion.
Behind him, Fu Xuan glanced at Xiao Yunqi who was following Jing Yuan closely, and with a roar, he still followed Jing Yuan's pace.
Look, how poisonous the crow is!
The train left and took the food with it. Yanqing lost a lot of weight and the double chin he had worked so hard to develop was gone!
No, it’s not the train’s fault, it’s Pinocchio’s fault.
Since the train approached Pinocchio, no one has delivered three meals a day.
Fu Xuan sighed heavily and followed Jing Yuan to the dock. Seeing Jing Yuan looking up at the sky with his arms folded across his chest, he finally couldn't help but ask again, "General, what should we do next?"
"How to do?"
After a while, Jing Yuan chuckled, his eyebrows raised, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance. "I am the General of the Divine Strategy, Jing Yuan, and the immortal ship Luofu is under the command of a large army. What should I do? This is what Pinoconi should tell me."
[Plots such as pit occupation +1]
【Extra 27】
"How much have you written?"
The blond kid looked at his companion lying opposite him and asked in confusion, "Why did you copy it four times while I only copied it twice?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che didn't even raise his head and wrote quickly, "I'm used to copying. You will get used to it after a while."
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin sighed heavily, lowered his head to look at the words in his hand, and after a while, he picked up the pen and wrote the words. He said distractedly: "Then why don't we copy the article about the crow drinking water? Instead, we have to copy the habits of crows and the specific classification and differences of this kind of bird? We even have to copy the stories about crows in myths and legends? There are even explanations of all idioms related to crows..."
Cheng Che's subordinate paused for a long time before speaking, "My brother's way of education is that copying a text is useless even if you can recite it by heart. If you want to copy, copy something useful. Although these things will not be tested in the exam, they may be useful when you quote classics in your writing or talk about them in social situations in the future."
From childhood to adulthood, he has no idea how many times he has copied this kind of thing.