Star Dome Railway: Don't curse me with your crow's mouth!

what happened?

Is there something wrong with everyone in the train crew?

Dan Heng's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Cheng Che for a long while before sighing softly, "Let him sleep."

Sambo: ...

"Aren't you curious?" Sambo looked puzzled and asked, "Shouldn't you be worried about whether your partner is sick at this time?"

Does the train crew have no conscience? !

What was bombed was not the train, but the empathy of these people, right? !

Hearing this, Dan Heng looked at Sang Bo with strange eyes, "He's not dead."

Natasha had just left and nothing happened except a few abrasions. What did he have to worry about?

"I..." Sangbo was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment.

"If I were you." Dan Heng looked at Sang Bo and raised his chin towards Cheng Che, "At a time like this, I would think of a way to make my embarrassing photos disappear, or reduce my debt a little."

Sambo:! ! !

Sang Bo's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and looked around at Cheng Che, wondering whether he should put on some clown makeup or take some photos of Cheng Che's famous scenes of social demise.

and many more……

What problem has he overlooked?

Sangbo stopped and looked at Danheng in confusion, "Aren't you curious about why he got drunk?"

Dan Heng glanced at the man sleeping on the table and said coldly, "I'm not curious because I guessed the reason."

Sambo:? ? ?

Can the cold-faced little blue dragon read minds?

"Why?" Sambo thought for a moment and couldn't help asking, "I'm a little curious too..."

Dan Heng leaned back in his chair and raised his chin to look at Sangbo. His voice was cold and calm. "It's nothing more than saying that I can drink one glass of wine and get drunk."

What else could there be?

When others say they pour one cup, they are being modest or being a rookie, but Cheng Che's one cup is a real unit of measurement.

There is no other possibility except the crow's mouth which cannot be deduced by common sense!

Sambo: ...

Sang Bo silently lifted Cheng Che's shoulders and threw him onto the bed, his face calm, "I think what you said makes sense."

At this point, Sangbo looked down at Cheng Che, who was curled up on the small single bed and drunk, "So should I draw a cat or a turtle on his face?"

Dan Heng spread his hands, turned around and continued to look at his phone, "Whatever."

It doesn't matter.

Cheng Che will hold a grudge anyway.

……

The destroyed wall was completely demolished, and four beds were placed side by side, with four men with long arms and legs lying on them. They were sleeping in different postures, and their breathing was shallow and slow.

The thin curtains cannot completely block out the light, and dim light shines in from the window.

In the silence, a man sat up from the bed.

In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes like gems sparkled, with a hint of uneasiness in them.

Jeppard took a deep breath and sat by the bed in silence for a long time before standing up.

He was not wearing shoes and walked barefoot on the floor towards the small table where the luggage was placed.

A black sports backpack was placed on top, with a cross-body strap three fingers wide, and a silver chain and black fabric straps intertwined together.

Jeppard's breathing slowed down, his hands raised slightly, but a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

As a Silvermane Guard, it is normal to look through the private belongings of prisoners. It is part of daily work.

But this is Cheng Che's bag...

Cheng Che is not a criminal, and it is really shameless to search his bag while he is sleeping.

No, no, no…Cheng Che was a criminal before.

That's not right. The Great Guardian has rescinded the wanted order...

For a moment, the guards from Beloberg's Silvermane Guard were in a dilemma.

Turn it over and take back the dark history, but it is not very moral.

It would be moral not to translate it, but Cheng Che would parade the photos around, and Jeppard would not be able to seize any opportunity to trade with Cheng Che.

Because Cheng Che doesn't care about his own face at all.

Jeppard hesitated for a moment, the villain in his heart still fighting fiercely, breathing rapidly, as if the disciplined garrison officer was about to do something that would get him thrown into jail.

How to choose between morality and face?

With one hand on Jeppard's shoulder, the man tilted his head slightly, a gleam in his light amber eyes.

Jeppard froze and turned his head blankly.

In the darkness, the man's curly hair was very messy, and there was a smile on his stiff face that could be called innocent.

"what are you doing?"

Chapter 93 Who? ! Who is laughing? !

"boom--"

"Bang bang—"

In the silent room, the sounds of several breaths came and went, quiet and peaceful.

Jeppard could hear his own pounding heart and the confused voice of the man in front of him.

After a while, Jeppard came back to his senses, pursed his lips, and quietly withdrew his hand that wanted to do something bad but didn't dare to do it.

Cheng Che was not short, but he was leaning against the table. Jeppard lowered his eyes and said hesitantly, "I...get up at night..."

Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He reached into his bag and stuffed a small bag of things into Jeppard's hand, "You're not feeling well...eat more."

Jeppard lowered his eyes and looked at the familiar dried fruits in his hand.

Very good, Cheng Che shared his health tea with him.

Jeppard clenched his hands, feeling that he had not gained any dark history tonight, but had been blamed for his physical weakness.

etc--

Jeppard suddenly frowned, with a flash of horror in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Cheng Che's face.

Something is wrong!

He, Jeppard, asked where this lingering sense of disharmony came from, and it turned out to be...

Cheng Che, this guy with expressionless face, is laughing!

There was a flash of horror in Jeppard's eyes, and he slapped the light with his backhand.

On the bed against the wall, a cold-faced little green dragon suddenly flipped over from the bed, with shock in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

what happened? !

Running away again?

Or did Cheng Che start cursing people in the middle of the night? !

On the other side, Sambo frowned and muttered, stuffing his head into the quilt, "Sleep..."

Jeppard swallowed hard and took two cautious steps back. His expression was as serious as if he was fighting a monster in the Rift. "Cheng Che, he..."

"What's wrong?" Dan Heng covered his face and rubbed it, his brows slightly furrowed.

It's terrible. I haven't had a good night's sleep since I came to Yalilo No. 6.

I finally don’t have to keep watch anymore, but these roommates start to act up.

My roommate stopped causing trouble and nightmares started to happen again.

"He's laughing." Jeppard's voice sounded like a devil crying, filled with deep shock.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sambo flipped over from the bed with a thud, his sleepiness quickly dissipating, "Who?! Who's laughing?!"

Did he hear anyone talking in their sleep?

Jeppard backed away slowly, his wary eyes fixed on the smiling man leaning against the table.

terrible!

Shocked!

I used to think Cheng Che looked cold and indifferent when he had a stern face, but now when he smiles...

It’s better not to laugh!

Both eyes moved to Cheng Che at the same time, and they were instantly shocked when they caught the smile on the other's face.

Sambo rubbed his eyes vigorously, closing and opening them.

But alas, the smile did not disappear.

"He..." Sang Bo pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Che hesitantly.

After a while, Sanbo frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Are you sober?"

After the words fell, Cheng Che's eyes moved. His amber pupils were half covered by his eyelids, and there was a little smile in his eyes. "No."

Sambo: ...

He can have a conversation and doesn't look like he's sober yet.