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He took two steps forward, turned around calmly and smiled, "My protection is a shackle, my possession is paranoia, my control is a puppet, my disguise is always perfect, even if I become a prisoner, I am confident that my description has no flaws."
Cheng Che tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhou Ri with a confused look.
Sunday chuckled and raised his hands, accepting his fate as honor, "The one who controlled me is dead, and my desire is gone. Mr. Cheng, now it's your turn to judge me. Let me...die, or die."
Birds in captivity will die, but setting a bird free that cannot fly will also result in death.
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, "Put your hand down first."
Sunday chuckled, lowered his raised hands, and resumed his usual posture of holding his clothes with one hand behind his back and the other hand, "I am Sunday, and I will listen to your judgment."
Chapter 758 Then you struggle.
Pinocchio, golden hour.
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Zhou Ri, who was smiling and calmly accepting his fate. For a moment, he actually felt a slight headache.
He raised his hand and pressed his temple, then skillfully pulled out a small medicine box, found a painkiller and took a pill. Then he looked at Sunday in disbelief, "Don't I have another option?"
For example, pack up Sunday and send him to Sha Jin to be his subordinate. This kid must be very good at deceiving people with his pretense.
For example, Sunday was packaged up and sent to Kafka as a colleague. This kid's ability to cause trouble is no less than any star core hunter.
What if I really can't take it on the train?
Their trains won't reject a passenger just because someone might be a bit troublesome, right?
Besides... Jingyuan is still short of strategists, and there are not enough people to handle official business.
As for Yalilo VI, it is even more convenient. The developing planet is most in need of such worldly-wise and capable talents.
"Is there any?" Zhou Ri lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, saying calmly: "Aren't they all death?"
Cheng Che had no expression on his face. "Then you are wrong."
"Oh?" Zhou Ri raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Che, who tilted his head slightly, with a look of confusion.
Cheng Che raised his hand and said, "Come on, play with me for a while, and then we'll go to Hot Sand to find our friends."
Sunday:……
Zhou Ri followed Cheng Che in silence, and after a while he asked doubtfully: "Then how are you going to treat me, a... sinner?"
"I have no right to judge whether you are right or wrong. The reason I said those things to the dream master is just because I don't like him." Cheng Che took out a small bag of change from his pocket, went to the dining car to buy a hamburger, and bought two bottles of Suleda. "He tarnished my understanding of the word nurturing. I don't like it."
Sunday took the food and drinks and followed Cheng Che idly, "You are not adopted."
"But it's almost the same. My dad is busy, my mom is busy, and my brothers and sisters are responsible for raising me in the future." Cheng Che calmly opened the lid of Su Le Da and said softly, "But it's different. Even the teachers in the orphanage don't raise children like pets. I have to buy toys for a dog to play with. It doesn't like to eat dog food, but only freshly cooked food. I have to learn to make it too."
Sunday turned his head and said, "What about me? I also support order in harmony."
"It's not important." Cheng Che whispered, and found a bench to sit down. "You are not in favor of order. You just saw too many inharmonious harmony and felt that only order can maintain the agreement between you and the robin."
At this point, Cheng Che opened the burger wrapper and pondered from which angle to eat it. "If I told you when you were growing up that happiness is paradise, or that paradise will not collapse under protection, and that the patrolling star gods will protect paradise, you would believe it too."
Sunday hung his head, his wings drooping, "Is that so? Maybe it's because I haven't seen the world."
"It's okay, we'll see you later." Cheng Che said, leaning back in his chair and slowly chewing on a huge hamburger. "It doesn't matter if a clipped bird can't fly. You can learn slowly. I have food, water, and a nest to shelter you from the wind and rain. Try to fly out little by little. When you can't fly anymore, come back and rest before continuing."
Cheng Che paused, as if hesitating, "I also learned to put shackles on myself little by little in this way. You can also learn to remove shackles little by little."
Same, all the same.
Zhou Ri's eyes flickered. After a while, he turned his head to take a deep breath, and then he spoke, "What are the terms of the transaction?"
"Why must it be a deal? Must there be conditions?" Cheng Che seemed a little confused and thought for a while before speaking, "If this can make you feel more comfortable if it's considered a deal, then let me think about it."
Having said that, Cheng Che lowered his head and continued to eat his burger.
Sunday also lowered his head and bit his hamburger, his mind full of thoughts.
The burger was delicious, but I was a little tired of eating it for so many years, and the Pinocchio was the same as always, as if what had just happened had never happened.
After a long time, Cheng Che finished eating half of the burger, wrapped the remaining half tightly into a sealed bag and put it into his bag.
Sensing the movement, Zhou Ri turned around and said, "Can't finish it? You don't have to eat it."
"Food cannot be wasted." Cheng Che responded, and after looking at Zhou Ri, he spoke, "I really want to see how you originally did things."
Sunday:???
Sunday raised an eyebrow, "Originally?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che calmly sorted out the odds and ends in his backpack, and then continued: "I just killed that sick dream master, but you are still here. I think you originally planned to get out of his control and cause trouble."
"Yes." Sunday nodded, his tone calm, "But now it seems that there is no such idea. Under the torrent of fate, everyone's struggle seems ridiculous."
Even if it was Ling, he still had the strength to fight, but now it is different.
If someone doesn't follow the moral code of martial arts and just cheats, what can he do?
"Then struggle for a while." Cheng Che wiped his mouth and hands, and couldn't help touching his stomach which still didn't feel full. "I want to see a grand performance as the closing remarks of this development. You won't refuse to give a speech for me, right?"
Sunday raised his eyes and met a pair of clear eyes full of curiosity, "It's meaningless."
"Doing things doesn't have to be meaningful. I will answer this question to anyone who asks me." Cheng Che stood up, stood in front of the bench and stretched out his hand to Zhou Ri. "My friend, even though the phrase 'living towards death' is a bit extreme, you have nothing to lose. If you want to revive your shrunken wings, the first thing to do is to pluck out the feathers and remove the rotten flesh."
Sunday chuckled, "I was just looking forward to a grand performance, but the ending is already determined."
All failures.
Wouldn't it be better for him to accept it calmly instead of making such a meaningless struggle?
"The sense of ceremony is very important." Cheng Che pulled Zhou Ri to his feet, thinking about how to get to the hot sand soon. "From the perspective of paranoid and narcissistic lunatics like us, wouldn't it be good to end with a grand performance to welcome the end?"
Cheng Che tilted his head, "Besides, this is the deal between you and me, and it is also the end of what you have done. From now on, it will be smooth sailing."
Sunday lowered his eyes, "Not even death can take away sin."
Just because the last thing is not done doesn’t mean that all the previous things have not been done.
He had already broken into the lock and taken away the valuables, but he had not yet killed the owner.
"Well, I bear the sin, and so do you." Cheng Che had a calm face, his eyes darting around, "But I'm in jail and I still have to help my roommate who's not feeling well!"
"Sins are another matter." Sunday narrowed his eyes slightly, "What are you looking for?"
"Trash can." Cheng Che continued calmly, "Xingxing is indeed my good friend. He has already pasted my little sticker in the center of the stage!"
Chapter 759 That's All His Money
"Wow!"
Cheng Che put down the trash can, and then pulled out Sunday from the trash can. As soon as he looked up, he let out a cry of surprise, shock, or despair, "Oh my God..."
Sunday had just crawled out of the trash can. When he heard this, he looked up. Then his pupils constricted and his mouth opened slightly as if to express surprise.
The 20th Hot Sand Festival, sponsored by Suleda Co., Ltd., was held here. The stage lights were flashing and the music was deafening with intense drum beats.
The poster and screen hanging at the top were photos of several unknown guests and a star core hunter, which seemed to be candid photos.
On the other side, the person on the poster and screen turned into a red-haired man.
The other person had long red hair with curls, and was holding a rose in his hand with a smile on his face. His hand holding the spear was slightly behind his back, turning the knight's spear into his background wall, showing the demeanor of a pure and beautiful knight.
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, "This loss is not unfair."
Yinzhi, maybe someone can compare with you in beauty, but no one can compare with you in perfection.
After all, this guy would get excited if his hair was slightly split.
"We don't necessarily have to lose. Fighting will also highlight the chivalry of a knight." Sunday prepared his clothes and said calmly, "Why don't you turn around and take a look at the posters on the other side?"
Cheng Che seemed to have a stiff neck. His neck was straight and stiff. "I won't."
Sunday raised his eyes, and with a half-smile in his eyes, he scanned the profile of the young man on the poster. He observed for a moment before nodding, "Very interesting, isn't it?"
"Don't say these three words 'isn't it?'" Cheng Che muttered casually, lowered his head and sent a message to Xing, loudly questioning himself why he appeared in these photos!
It doesn't look like a group photo or a selfie, but rather like it came from that person on March 7th who was always looking for light and shadow to capture photos!
He is a bystander!
Why do we have to compete!
Can you participate in the auditions these days without registering in person? !
"Okay." Sunday nodded obediently, but still raised his head and continued to look at the photos. "The photos are well captured. They look like a set of casual portraits. But I have never looked at you carefully before. Now it seems... your facial features are very gentle, but you always have a cold face and seem to have a bad temper."
Cheng Che: ...
Just look at it, do you have to express your opinion?
Can you please respect him a little?
Cheng Che stared at Zhou Ri expressionlessly, "Do you know why I don't like to attend banquets with many people? Do you know why I don't participate in external competitions? Do you know why I didn't learn acting?"
Sunday calmly spread his hands and said, "Go ahead."
"I don't like taking pictures!" Cheng Che widened his eyes and retorted loudly, "And so many people saw me, am I shameless?"
Hearing this, Sunday frowned slightly.
He glanced at the posters in the distance, then at the eager audience around him, and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't you enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention?"
For this narcissistic, arrogant and paranoid little crow, enjoyment is the emotion that should appear, right?
"There are so many people here, there must be some who don't like me, and maybe even scold me." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, and he was very confident. "I'm afraid that if I hear them scolding me, I won't be able to help but scold them back."
Sunday:……
An answer that is consistent with Cheng Che's logic.
If Cheng Che was a little more unruly, he would immediately pick up a knife and ask others whether they like him or not, and kill those who don't like him, then the whole world would like him.
Zhou Ri sighed heavily and waved his hand at Cheng Che, "I'm leaving first. If you want to watch my performance, I must remind you that the consequences are out of control."
Under Cheng Che's puzzled gaze, Zhou Ri lowered his eyes and adjusted his gloves, and said calmly: "The Pinocchio Theater is the star core itself, and I will use the power of the star core to control Pinocchio and ask for a miracle. If you don't have the confidence to completely stop my plan, then stop at this moment. Once the star core is out of control and the miracle comes, Pinocchio will only end up in destruction."
Cheng Che raised his hand and pressed his forehead, "So your original plan was to hurt both sides? Kill the people who prevent you from controlling you, and because of this behavior you will be regarded as the public enemy of the entire universe. Even if someone comes to support you, they will become your puppet, right?"
Sunday thought, "At least the robin is safe."
If he succeeds, it will be a paradise for him and his sister. He will protect his sister before being cleared out, and he will send the robin away before death comes.