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Cheng Che was extremely calm, "Why would I be surprised to see you? It's not like I saw a robin."
Hanabi: ...
She clearly looks like a robin!
Hanabi looked down at her disguise, and after the confusion came even greater joy, "Why am I not a robin?"
"Whose big star is rolling around in the square?"
Cheng Che almost couldn't hold back his eye roll, and his speech speed gradually increased, "I've seen other people's skirts blown up and they would quickly cover them, but you? If you were a celebrity, your reputation would have collapsed long ago. By then, your fans would be standing on the rooftop, making noises like dumplings, and the incinerator would have short-circuited."
Hanabi: ...
Can't you really show a little mercy?
Hanabi frowned, "You're really unwelcoming to me!"
As she said that, Hua Huo grabbed the pet Agu next to Cheng Che's head and rubbed it in her palm without any hesitation, "I'm so angry!"
"Just be angry, what can I do?" Cheng Che snorted and said calmly, "You have a short temper and you think others are being rude? Why don't you hang the photo of the person who pissed you off on a balloon? Then you won't have to do anything, a little gray-haired guy will come with a baseball bat and smash them one by one."
Hanabi tilted her head, "Aren't you afraid that I will hang your picture up there?"
"I'm not afraid." Cheng Che continued to be angry, "If you put up my photo, Xingxing won't fight. She will just take a photo and send it to me, and then let me curse the mastermind behind it."
Hanabi: ...
Discrimination!
This is called discrimination!
Discriminating against her, a masked fool!
Hanabi gritted her teeth and rubbed Agu's palm with more force, "I'm so mad! I'm going to rub your pet bald!"
Cheng Che raised his head slightly, glanced at Agu whose feathers were flying, and then moved his gaze to Hua Huo's face, "As long as you are happy."
Go ahead and rub it. It’s our own god… there’s nothing we can do if it’s bad luck.
Not far away, a blue-haired man quietly poked his head out, squatted behind a trash can, looked at the two people lying in the square, and wondered whether he should join this happy group.
But something doesn't feel right, it always feels eerie.
Sambo tilted his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the people around the square, finally landing on a man not far away.
The other person was wearing a white dress, with one hand raised in front of him. He was staring at the two figures lying in the square with a calm look, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in his flashing eyes.
Sambo: ...
Was caught by brother hooking up with his sister?
What is this called?
Although there is no bed, the sky is the blanket and the ground is the bed. This is called sharing a bed!
Even though she wasn't a real sister, Hua Huo was lying with Cheng Che under the shell of a robin!
It's worth it!
Sambo's drooping eyebrows instantly raised, and he took out his mobile phone and started typing.
[Call me Brother Sambo: Brother Giovanni, are you interested in watching the fun of the two masked fools? Hanabi and Little Crow, remember to pay, I will give you a paid live broadcast. ]
Less than half a minute after the message was sent, a hand was placed on Sambo's shoulder.
Giovanni bent down slightly while wearing a mask and asked in confusion: "Ah? This needs to be broadcast live for a fee?"
Chapter 680 I have a way
"Why are you here?!"
Sambo stared at Giovanni with wide eyes, and seemed to realize that his voice was a little loud, so he pulled Giovanni and quickly dragged him into an alley.
The trash can let out a heavy sigh, and tried to stretch out its mouth-watering muscular hands and feet, and moved towards the alley entrance as a way to get some fresh air.
There was no other way. A little crow came to Pinocchio and attacked the trash can. It was said that if he dug a few more red potatoes and provided cover for others, he could escape the fate of working.
Even if you don’t believe it, you have to try it!
Whose trash can needs to work?
In the alley, Giovanni's face hidden under the mask was extremely confused.
He looked at Sangbo and asked in confusion, "I remember you were there. After the Ether Front game was over, we were eating melons on the snowy plains. Cheng Che invited me to come here to watch the fun. Why wasn't I there?"
At this point, Giovanni seemed to remember something and frowned at Sambo, "Brother Sambo, didn't you say you didn't have an invitation? I spent a lot of money to find you a ticket, why did you..."
Giovanni looked Sambo up and down, his tone full of speechlessness, "Smuggling? Or do you have an invitation? Why don't you let me know!"
He can spend money and favors!
But it can’t be wasted!
Sambo's expression froze, and he patted Giovanni's shoulder in a comforting manner, "Brother, it's not my fault, it's Cheng Che who forgot about you."
Giovanni: ...
Giovanni had a blank expression on his face. "You forgot about me too, didn't you? You didn't even think of me just now, and you even wanted to live stream a fun show to make some money from me? Are you crazy?"
"Of course I'm poor..." Sambo's eyebrows drooped, and he said aggrievedly: "I'm not as famous as you in Epseron. Sambo, I can only stay in a small place like Yalilo No. 6 to earn a little money to have food and clothing, and even drink alcohol--"
Before he finished speaking, Giovanni rolled his eyes and walked outside.
We are all fun-loving people, who doesn’t know who?
What to pretend to be?
Delay him to have fun!
"Hey hey hey--" Sambo sighed helplessly, but still followed Giovanni's footsteps.
At the entrance of the alley, Trash Can patted his companion beside him and opened his lid to Giovanni and Sambo.
The two people who were having fun stopped at the same time and looked at the trash can in front of them with confused eyes. The muscles were so strong that it seemed that it could punch a hole in the wall with one punch.
"If I'm not mistaken, it means..." Giovanni's eyelids twitched, and he crossed his arms in confusion, "Let us go in and have fun?"
"You're right, because that's what I saw too." Sambo nodded heavily and gestured, "We can get in there, there's enough space, we can even find two small benches to sit on, and it looks like they can even carry us and run. Isn't this a piece of equipment that can be used for fun anytime, anywhere?"
Can hide and can follow.
How wonderful!
As soon as the words were spoken, the two trash cans moved again, lowering their heads slightly to reveal the small stools prepared in the cans.
Sambo: ...
Sambo's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, "Good job!"
Giovanni deadpanned, "Is it fun to sit in and watch? That's obviously my fun!"
"We in the Happy Family are afraid of this?" Sambo stared at Giovanni in disbelief, "What's wrong with you being a joke? I've become a joke a long time ago!"
Giovanni became even more silent. Just when he was about to accept his fate of becoming a joke, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
He turned his head and saw a man with a gloomy look, clenched teeth, clenched hands, and murderous eyes.
Giovanni was stunned for a moment, then poked Sambo with his elbow in confusion, "Look, my friend, that man over there is so angry that his feathers are falling off. His fun is also very interesting."
Sambo leaned over to take a look and lowered his voice, "That's Robin's brother."
"I know." Giovanni nodded, crossing his arms over his chest with an elegant and calm look, "That's fun too!"
Before Sambo could speak, Sunday's gloomy gaze had already moved over.
Sambo suddenly met those eyes and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He looked at Sunday with a smile, thought for a moment, raised his hand and pointed at the trash can next to him, "Mr. Sunday, come with me?"
Sunday was silent, its wings flapped faster, and more feathers fell than grew.
"Alas, feathers that are lost due to anger will not grow back together with feathers that are lost due to being touched." Sambo sighed heavily, watching the trash can quickly run away and bring another one of its kind over, then he raised his foot and put himself into the trash can, "You guys hesitate for a moment, I'm going to watch the fun!"
The lid of the trash can was closed, and a pair of shining light green eyes appeared in the gap in the middle.
The trash can stretched out its hands and feet and ran away with its driver.
Giovanni pondered for a moment, then followed Sambo's example and walked into the trash can, then ran away holding the lid.
All that was left was a Sunday and an empty trash can.
The trash can looked at the elegant man who wanted to strangle a crow with his own hands, and after thinking for a moment, he quietly took out his hands and feet.
It touched its legs and nodded affirmatively.
Look at these muscles, they can definitely keep up with the pace of his two companions!
Thinking of this, the trash can secretly reached out, hugged Sunday's legs and made a gesture of throwing away garbage.
It threw the whole person into the trash can, picked up the lid, closed it, and ran towards the center of the square.
Sunday:……
Zhou Li touched his forehead which had hit him at the bottom of the trash can, then he got up and was hit hard by the lid. He inexplicably felt that Cheng Che and he were incompatible, and he was completely suppressing him!
Oh no!
He and happiness are incompatible!
"who is this?"
"Have you been lying here for a long time?"
"Miss Mockingbird?!"
Heads gathered in the center of the square, among which were a few slowly moving trash cans.
The onlookers glanced at the trash can, then looked away nonchalantly, frowning as they looked at the two people and the bird lying so peacefully.
"Performance Art?"
"Why didn't Miss Mockingbird invite me to perform her performance art?!"
"Ms. Robin!!!"
"I'm yours—wooooooo—"