Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 531: :As long as people live there will be times when they want to drink.
Boom!
It's another simple shot, and the whole body is dark, and the hairstyle has also become an explosive head.
"Bastard—!" After scolding, Youzi drew his pistols without any hesitation.
"Youzi! Calm down! You don't want us all to be left behind!" Wan Zhai, who was beside him, quickly stopped Youzi.
"Go back." After Jiang Cheng said this to Yueyong beside him, he turned around and left slowly.
Yueyong glanced at Takasugi on the boat, then turned around and led a group of Baihua members to catch up with Jiang Cheng.
Takasugi on the boat also turned his back at the same time, leaning on the mast and raising his head to look at the starry sky that had descended before he knew it.
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"Is it really possible?" Yue Yong, who was following Jiang Cheng's side, asked indifferently.
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Cheng replied unhurriedly, "Although it's a little pity, but for a gift, it's not enough for me to fight with Gao Zai."
"You... did you deliberately let him rob the vixen."
"What do you say? That's a gift I prepared for a nephew who wasn't cute at all." Jiang Cheng shrugged his shoulders casually.
"You already knew that Takasugi was also looking for that vixen?"
"I don't know."
"You know this, but you only have two Baihua guards... You, you already knew this would be the result."
"Yueyue, women are still a little stupid and more pleasing." Jiang Cheng sighed softly, then raised an index finger and continued, "Of course, the European style and the face are also very important."
"Hmph, I don't care about you." Yueyong snorted coldly, "I didn't cause Baihua casualties, I won't bother about this matter again. It's just...don't do any more dangerous things, I...Baihua Club Very disturbing."
"Yueyue, you..." Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped, pinched his chin and stared at Yueyong's face.
"What's the matter?" Yueyong, who was stared at by Jiang Cheng and felt a little unnatural, asked pretending to be calm.
"Could it be that you are sick?" Jiang Cheng asked suspiciously, "Have you had a fever? No matter how you hear these words, it doesn't look like they came out of your mouth."
"Ah, I'm sick." As she said that, Yueyong directly took out two Kuwu and stabbed them on Jiang Cheng's head.
"Ah—!" Jiang Cheng screamed, fell to the ground and rolled, "What are you doing?! You bastard! Why are you stabbing it so directly?! It hurts! Although it won't hurt, But it still hurts! You bastard!"
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At night, Yoshihara, in Jiang Cheng's room.
Jiang Cheng, who was lying on the floor in a big shape, stared straight at the ceiling and overhead lights.
"What's wrong? Have you been complained so badly?" Yueyong, who didn't know when she arrived, leaned against the door, cradling her chest with one hand and holding the cigarette stick with the other, and asked lightly.
"Ah, what did you say about being untrustworthy or something, you were severely complained about." Jiang Cheng responded casually.
"Really, what a doting uncle." Yueyong snorted softly, and then showed a serious face, "Jiang Cheng, you at that time... I don't want to see you again, never again. I see, you...the appearance of pain..."
Saying that, Yueyong thought of that day when Jiang Cheng faced the mercenary unit named Chen Luo, he didn't have the slightest emotion or light in his eyes, he just waved the umbrella in his hand mechanically. A one-sided slaughter battle that took... one life after another.
Looking at Jiang Cheng, who was sprayed all over his face with the blood of the enemy, but was still beheading him, he... just remained silent. Maybe...it would be better to go up and stand beside him at that time, Yueyong couldn't help thinking, but...it doesn't seem necessary. All attacks were dodged by him, all enemies... were beheaded by him without showing any emotion, and his side... didn't need anyone.
But because of this, at that time he...maybe very painful, and he felt the same pain in his heart...
"Yueyue," Jiang Cheng sat up and said with a smile, "Good night."
Having said that, Jiang Cheng got up, turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Looking at Jiang Cheng's back, although he seems to be scratching his head and yawning, showing a bit of laziness, but clearly showing a bit of unspeakable emotions, Yueyong once again felt a kind of tug in his heart. feel.
"That... do you want a drink today?" Yue Yong asked suddenly.
"Huh? Why?" Jiang Cheng stopped and looked back with a puzzled look, "It doesn't seem like there is anything to celebrate."
After speaking, Jiang Cheng yawned, "Well, forget it, I'm already very sleepy today, good night."
"Oh... oh." Yueyong replied hesitantly, and then put down the wine she was holding, but there was an obvious look of loneliness in her eyes.
Jiang Cheng, who came to the door of his bedroom, was just about to stretch out his hand to open the door when he suddenly thought of something. He looked back at Xiang Yueyong again, smiled and said, "Well, you said that just now, I really want to have a drink."
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Looking at the wine glass filled with wine in his hand, Jiang Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, once again instructed Yueyong beside him, "Hey, you must not drink it! Absolutely do not drink it!"
"I've said it several times, I know!" Yueyong turned her face away and replied with a blushing face.
"Hoo~" Jiang Cheng, who drank a whole glass of wine, let out a refreshing sound, "Alcohol is really a good thing sometimes. No, it should be said that as long as people live, there will be people who want to drink. The time is right."
Just finished speaking, Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of something, "You can't."
"You used to hang out together and drink bars..."
"Once upon a time..." Jiang Cheng raised his head to look at the stars flying all over the sky, and replied with a little emotion, "Yes, Mingming... At that time, we could sit together and raise a glass and exchange a glass, but, unknowingly, We can't go back, even we can't tell when it started to change, of course, maybe a few people didn't move in the same direction from the beginning, and I...maybe went against them from the beginning Maybe. But it feels good now, after all, I still prefer women to those bad boys."
Having said that, Jiang Cheng turned his face to look at Yueyong, but when he saw Yueyong, who was blushing, holding a bottle of wine and taking a gulp, Jiang Cheng's whole body felt bad for a moment.
"Hahaha...Come on, drink!" Yueyong, who was already in a state of drunkenness, shouted with a loud laugh.
"Really..." Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly helplessly, then reached out and slashed Yueyong's neck with a knife.
The latter slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep because of this hand knife.
"No...I won't let...you be alone..." Yue Yong murmured softly.
After gently raising the corner of his mouth, Jiang Cheng supported Yueyong with one hand and took the remaining half bottle of wine in Yueyong's hand with the other, "Okay, I can finally sleep."
After saying that, Jiang Cheng jumped off the eaves.
"You two, send Yueyue back to the room." Jiang Cheng threw Yueyong to the two Baihua members who had just finished patrolling, then turned and left with a yawn, but he didn't forget to raise his hand and hit Greeting, "I'm going back to sleep too, good night~"
"Good night, Jiang Cheng sama." ×2
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The next day, at two in the morning, Jiang Cheng was awakened by Yueyong.
"Hey, please forgive me," Jiang Cheng opened his eyes, changed his position, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, "I woke up at two o'clock, and I was drunk yesterday because of my uniform. You, I put a lot of effort into letting me sleep a little longer..."
"You...you..." Yueyong blushed, pointed at Jiang Cheng and stammered, "Yesterday...what did you do to me yesterday?! For...for...why my clothes were taken off! "
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything, it was Baihua who sent you back to your room." Jiang Cheng sighed, waved his hands and replied casually, "Anyway, don't bother me, I'm so sleepy... But then again , you have stayed in Yoshihara for so long, why are you like a junior high school student in this aspect? Have you ever failed in your physical health care class?"
"When I woke up, I saw that I had no clothes on, and I felt... nauseated. Generally speaking..." Yueyong turned her face away and continued in a low voice, "Isn't it all... because of that?"
"Forgive me..." Jiang Cheng let out a desperate cry, "Wake me up just for such a boring reason? No matter how bad the physical health care class is, there should be a limit, right? I feel sick. It's just because of a hangover. Who made you drink half a bottle of high-quality liquor. Besides, do I look like someone who would do something to you? Anyway, please go out quickly, if you don't go out, keep quiet , so sleepy...ZZZ..."
Yueyong lowered her head and thought quietly for a moment before kneeling down on top of Jiang Cheng's head.
"That... or you should go out." Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and said silently, "I didn't say that sentence just now."
"No, because I just want to wake you up in the morning, so in order to save trouble, it's better to just wait here." Yueyong explained lightly, "I just happened to have enough sleep."
Jiang Cheng scratched his hair irritably, "Hey! Let me stop! Why wait here for such a boring reason! Someone is sitting next to me when I sleep, it's a weird feeling. It's hard to fall asleep! I'll be very concerned about it! Also, can you stop smoking! Ahem, it's choking!"
Seeing Yueyong who was unmoved at all, Jiang Cheng got up directly, picked up his pillow and covered his quilt, got up and walked towards the door.
"This room is yours for the time being. I'll go to your room to sleep."
Just after finishing speaking, Jiang Cheng suddenly found that Yue Yong was closely following behind him, "Hey, what are you trying to do? Is it intentional?"
"No, I explained it just now." Yue Yong replied casually.
"Do you really think of me as an idiot?" Jiang Cheng complained with contempt.
"I... can't sleep."
Jiang Cheng: ...
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"That's it, please, keep this position and don't move." Jiang Cheng stepped on the floor and looked at Yueyong lying in the bed, nodded and said, "Close your eyes and let yourself not think about anything. ."
Yueyong suddenly reacted and thought to herself,
"Ha~" Jiang Cheng yawned and took out a quilt from the closet, spread it on the side, and quickly got in. Only half a minute later, Jiang Cheng's snoring sounded.
Yueyong opened her eyes and glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was drooling with his eyes closed, and thought to himself.
Pfft—!
"Hey, there's still no end to it!" Jiang Cheng roared as he pulled off the kunai from his head and roared with white eyes and blue veins. "It's none of my business if I can't sleep?!"
"No, because you made me have unnecessary misunderstandings that made me unable to sleep, so...you have to take responsibility." Yueyong said with a blushing face and a heartbeat, and then pointed to Jiang Cheng's bedding, "Change it to me, I think it's better to sleep with."
"The last time..." Jiang Cheng replied, gritted his teeth, with blue veins jumping on his forehead.
Jiang Cheng, who had changed the mattress again, fell asleep again after a few seconds.
However, before he had settled down for two minutes, Jiang Cheng was woken up again.
"Hey, is it over yet?" Jiang Cheng opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Yueyong above his head while holding back his anger.
"I think this quilt is better for sleeping." Yueyong pointed to Jiang Cheng's quilt and said.
"Anyway, that's what you mean when I sleep better than the other one?" The blue veins on Jiang Cheng's forehead kept beating.
After thinking about it, Yueyong nodded lightly, "It seems so."
"Come on then." Saying ~IndoMTL.com~ Jiang Cheng pulled Yueyong into the bed.
"I..."
"Good night..." After saying this, Jiang Cheng turned his back and slowly closed his eyes. Three seconds later, Jiang Cheng's snoring sounded again.
Yueyong blushed, her heart beating wildly,
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At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and saw Yueyong with bloodshot eyes staring at him.
"Morning... good morning." Yueyong said intermittently.
"You...really an idiot," Jiang Cheng couldn't help but smiled, then stretched out an index finger, "Yueyue, look here."
"What's the matter?"
"Of course..." Jiang Cheng secretly stretched out his other hand and aimed a knife at the back of Yueyong's neck.
"Hmm..." With a whimper, Yueyong quickly fell into a coma.
Shaking his head gently, Jiang Cheng sat up and a princess hugged Yueyong, got up and walked towards the door.
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Breakfast time.
"Where's Sister Yueyong?" Qingtai asked curiously.
"I seem to have insomnia yesterday, I just fell asleep." Jiang Cheng replied casually.
"Why do you know why Sister Yueyong is insomnia?"
"Who do you think she was tossing about after she fell asleep?" Jiang Cheng asked blankly, "Do you know how I felt when I saw a black figure on the head of the bed at two o'clock in the morning?"
"Well..." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Qing whispered back, "It's hard work."
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