Chapter 617 Asking the Immortal Huangquan (1)
Chuzheng found that she was not immediately sent to a new dimension this time.
Instead, it exists in a dark space.
Or maybe...she's blind.
Of course, that was impossible. Chuzheng was sure that he was in a dark space.
There was no sound around.
【Little sister. 】
The sound of the King's Horn sounded.
A light shone before her.
A one-meter radius was illuminated, and the ground looked strange, as if stepping on the void...
What the hell is this place?
[Miss, due to some accidents, I need you to go back now. 】
Chuzheng looked around calmly.
"What do you mean? You want me to go back?" How could a bastard be so nice?
【Yes. 】
"you sure?"
[Miss, please don’t question me. 】The sound of the King's Horn has not changed much, it is still the cheerful child's voice.
"You let me go back, why do you think I will do whatever you want?"
[Little sister, you have to believe me, you can’t get rid of me. 】Wangzhehao was very confident: 【Miss, I won’t abandon you casually, don’t worry! 】
Chuzheng: "..."
I put a hammer on my heart.
[Okay, little sister, please close your eyes. I want to take you back now. 】
Wangzhehao reminded Chuzheng to close her eyes.
In fact, when it finished speaking, Chuzheng felt dizzy.
Like falling from a high altitude.
Then it landed on the ground.
boom--
Chuzheng stood up, and the glass ball in her hand fell to the ground. It rolled across the wooden floor with a crunching sound, and she thought wildly.
Chuzheng felt a little dizzy and nauseous.
My whole body felt like it was shaking and spinning...
After a while, the blurry picture in front of Chuzheng gradually became clear.
A quaint wooden room with a bed placed against the wall.
There are several paintings hanging on the innermost wall, which look to be a bit old.
The bed faced a wooden table, and there were many transparent porcelain bottles one finger high on the table. Some were empty, and some were faintly glowing, as if they contained colorful fireflies.
Next to the table is the Duobao Pavilion shelf, which is full of messy things.
It can be as big as a vase or as small as a button.
There is a cabinet on the other side, which is half open and filled with clothes.
Familiar environment.
Familiar furnishings.
Is she really back?
The glass ball that rolled to the ground just now slowly rolled back.
The glass ball unfolded and transformed into a small robot.
Its whole body is made of a glass-like material, but it is obviously not glass, because glass cannot transform from a ball into a robot.
The robot is very small, only about the height of a mobile phone.
If it had human skin, it would be like a mini version of a human.
Most of the rooms in the room are quaint and have a sense of the times, but this robot is full of science fiction.
The robot's glass-like eyes were staring intently at Chu Zheng.
"Master, you have slept for nine days and eight hours. You have seriously exceeded the standard of sleep. Orders have piled up... Well, one, two, three..."
The robot slowly started counting.
Its voice is also a child's voice, and it has the milky voice of a two or three year old.
Chuzheng kicked him over: "How much."
The robot complained aggrievedly: "I haven't finished counting yet."
Chuzheng: "You haven't even finished counting nine days and eight hours, so why are you left here?"
The robot raised its arms and hugged its head: "Twelve orders."
Because the arms are too short, the robot's posture looks particularly funny.
She slept for nine days...
In those worlds, she should be in seventeen worlds, which is equivalent to half a world.
"Son of a bitch?"
The robot said innocently: "Master, how can you curse people? No...it's not right to curse robots. I am protected by the law!"
"You are just an illegal product. Which law protects you?" Chuzheng replied coldly.
"..."
【Little sister. ] The voice of the King's Number sounded: [You need to solve your troubles as soon as possible. When the time is up, I will send you there again. 】
This time the King's Number seemed to be playing a foreign voice.
The voice wasn't coming from her head.
"Who is talking? Who is talking?" The robot circled in circles: "Who is it! Come out!!"
The milky and milky voice has no momentum at all.
[Eh...] The King seems a little curious: [What's wrong with this robot? 】
Chuzheng kicked the robot under the bed.
The robot seemed to be stuck, babbling under the bed.
Chuzheng retracted her foot as if nothing had happened: "What makes you think I will follow you into that inexplicable world?"
This is her territory now, her home ground.
[Come on, little sister! 】Wang Zhehao dropped these words and became silent.
Chuzheng: "..."
This posture means that the bastard has a way to send her to those worlds again.
damn thing!
Didn’t you say I was dead?
I knew this bitch was lying to me!
How could she die out of nowhere!
The robot crawled out from under the bed: "Bah, bah, bah, master, it's been a long time since you cleaned the bottom of your bed. I'm choking to death."
Chuzheng sat on the chair and fell into deep thought with an unclear expression.
What on earth does the bastard want to do?
What is it...
After a long while, Chuzheng asked: "Has anyone been here?"
"Yes, there have been people knocking on the door every day for the past two days. People are too scared to open the door." The robot complained in a sweet voice.
"Who's knocking?"
The robot clicked, and a holographic projection was projected into the air.
A man in a suit stood at the door and knocked nervously.
"This is the guy who comes every day."
Chuzheng tapped her finger on the holographic projection, and soon the page jumped to another page. Various pictures scrolled on the page, a bit like a certain treasure.
[Unprocessed order 12]
A mechanical beep sounded.
Chuzheng clicked on the order, and after reading it, she took the robot out.
Just outside the door are the stairs.
Under the stairs is a small shop with various scented wax paper candles.
Yes.
It's a scented wax paper candle.
The kind that is burned to death.
What Chuzheng has to do now is to send express delivery.
Big bosses also have to work hard to make a living.
Chuzheng packed her things and was about to call someone to collect them when there was a knock on the door upstairs.
"Here it comes, here it comes again." The robot was spinning in circles: "It's him, it's him, it's him."
Chuzheng: "..."
Below this house is a storefront that can be opened, and outside is the main street, which is no different from an ordinary store.
The second floor is the living area, which can be accessed from the other side. It has a door just like an ordinary residential area.
Chuzheng went upstairs, passed through the room just now, and went through the other door, which was the living room and bathroom.
The style of the living room is no different from the bedroom.
The antique furniture and paintings hanging on the walls are all very period paintings. There is almost nothing particularly modern in the entire space.
The floor is made of wood, and when you step on it, it makes a creaking sound, and the ancient simplicity comes to your face.
