Lynch looked at the handsome man who was sprawling on the ground and emitting a series of mechanical sounds from somewhere—dumbfounded!
The robot named "Fuck" automatically fell into the state of maintenance... Lynch embarrassingly believed it—so, he actually molested a robot, making people blush and lustful, and then the system judged that it was paralyzed by an unknown virus ! ! !
If this is really someone's plan with ulterior motives, then he is willing to bow down!
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"Wow, what is this!" Mr. White Flower Dan, who was originally in the kitchen, heard the sound hovering out, but when he saw the tall man lying on the ground smoking, he circled over it and exclaimed in surprise.
"Simulation robot. Did you buy it?" Lynch had regained his composure from embarrassing speechlessness.
"Ga..." Xiaodan's exclamation was blocked in his throat like this, and he made a rough bass. It fell to the ground in shock, and then rolled happily.
"The messy things you bought can be piled up into a mountain of rubbish." Lynch looked at the cheerful certain egg and said, smiling so calmly.
Mr. Dan immediately stopped rolling happily, watching Lynch's "pure smile" the eggshell shook, and then stepped forward to please him-"Xiao Qi... Believe me, he is definitely useful."
"Huh?" Lynch responded lightly, with a rising sound.
Little Egg trembled all over again, it swallowed, and tried its best to speak seriously, "Xiao Qi, I bought it this time because it was definitely useful. The advertisement says so—" Mr. Egg cleared his throat and sang: "The simulation machine is good in every way, energy-saving, industrious and environmentally friendly; one can serve tea, pour water and rub your shoulders, and the other can wash and cook and beat your legs; facial features and body can be customized, and you can choose a god or goddess at will; don't worry about special functions, and you can warm your bed with cuteness Yes, all of them…”
After singing, turn around.
With blank faces, the two looked at each other awkwardly for a long time. Suddenly, Lynch narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said softly: "Very well, then the purchase fee will be deducted from your pocket money."
The little egg was stunned, and then—thumped the ground, scratched the wall, bit the table... Hey, my new special super luxurious Phoenix figure...
After admiring the pitiful appearance of the little egg with tears streaming down his face, Lynch was satisfied, ignored the humanoid object on the ground that was still being repaired automatically, and walked leisurely back to the room.
In fact, Lynch no longer pursued it, and it has a great relationship with Little Egg. Since it didn't say anything, it seems that there should be no problem with this robot.
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The next day, Lynch was awakened by a burst of fragrant smell. The taste is rich and pure, thick but not greasy, just like this, it penetrates into the nose and mouth, and enters the stomach.
As a matter of course, Lin Chihuo followed the scent all the way to the kitchen, leaning on the door and looking at the busy people.
The man was tall and straight, although he was only from the back, he could still feel a stern demeanor as cold as ice. When he turned around, his deep and sharp eyes instantly softened, and the originally cold metallic eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of warm gold.
"Hungry?" The voice was as cold as broken jade, with a hint of indescribable warmth.
"Yeah." Lynch leaned against the door and looked up at him, his eyes were clear, but covered with a layer of blurred water, he walked slowly to his side.
"Go and sit for a while, it will be fine soon." The clear and clear voice of pearls and jade shattered ice sounded, and the tone was obviously cold, but it gave people a kind of drowning love.
However, based on Lynch's brain circuit at this time, he just tilted his head, nodded with a pure smile on his face and said, "Yes."
When you lower your eyes slightly, you can see the exquisite collarbone under the loose clothes, the firm chest, and the looming thin waist... The body looks seductive, but there is an unknowingly innocent expression on the face! That appearance, well-behaved like a lazy kitten, makes people want to hug him, stroke him, and kiss him.
Those who were cooking just felt a wave of heat rushing up immediately. It was still the same deep and sharp eyes, and the same stern expression, but his cheeks turned slightly red.
— "Alert, an unknown virus has invaded again and has been blocked by the system, please pay attention to protection."
"Huh?" Lynch woke up and heard such a mechanical sound. He looked at his own shape, and then looked at the dark red on the face of the stern and ice-faced man opposite him. He lost his gorgeous embarrassment again—you are a robot Still blushing!
Then, the beautiful cohabitation life of a family of three began [Big Fog]...
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The rivers and lakes are nothing more than stories of heroes and sons and daughters who love and hate, and demons fight and kill righteously.
Just a few days ago, something like this happened in the rivers and lakes here - decent people under the leadership of the martial arts leader Lin Zhengtian besieged Yue Dujiao. It's a pity that the Demon Cult is extremely cunning and cunning. This siege, not only did not take advantage of the slightest, Zhengdao even lost countless young talents in it. Among them is Lin Zhengtian's only son, Lin Qi - Qin Xin Famous Sword, the Seventh Young Master of Qin Xin and Jian Jian.
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Lynch just woke up when he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Although it was only for a moment, the heart-piercing pain seemed like every joint in the body had been smashed, and a slight movement of a finger brought a sharp pain. He could only grit his teeth with a pale face, unable to speak for a long time. I'm afraid it's a series of painful groans.
Sometimes, he really suspects that the teleporter has the evil taste of tricking people, otherwise why would he let him replace the original body every time when it was in trouble or injured? While teleporting into moments like this is stimulating and challenging...
Lynch silently decided to go back and smash the machine into pieces, while quietly observing the surroundings without making a sound. At this time, he was lying prone on the ground with his limbs spread out, so the side of his head was pressed against the ground, and he could only observe the scene on one side within his eyesight.
It was dark and dark here, like a prison cell made of stone walls. The dim candlelight was erratic, there was a slight ticking sound in the dark space, and liquid was dripping on the wet floor little by little, and a faint and eerie atmosphere surrounded the place. There is a strong smell of blood in the air, wet sweat and other things mixed into an unpleasant viscous smell.
The gloomy and oppressive atmosphere makes it easy for people to shiver in a particularly cold and lonely way, from the coldness deep in the body...
Lynch's eyes shifted slowly on the side he could see—until he scanned a row of tall people.
Their feet left the support of the ground, only relying on the chains penetrating through the lutes to hang at a height of half a foot. They are all unkempt, all their clothes have been removed, and their naked bodies have long been covered with blood; their faces have long been unrecognizable as male or female, old or young, because their faces are covered with blood, and they are lined up one by one and cut off separately. Eyes, nose, mouth... By the time of the last person, everything on the face had been cut off, and there were only five deep black holes under the bare blood stains...
It was like five dark eyes, staring straight ahead.
"Help the seventh son up, how can such a good piece of work be appreciated with no one to accompany him?" Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from the other side of Lynch, and he only felt that the hair behind him was forcibly He grabbed it and was pulled straight up like this. Although Lynch couldn't feel the pain, his body was throbbing automatically.
His face was pale, but he looked at the person who spoke indifferently in his eyes - you must remember carefully, and you will definitely pay back every penny in the future...
It was an extremely handsome man, his satin-black long hair was not tied up or tied up in a bun, but was laid out in a mess behind him, and the slightly messy hair on both sides hung down playfully from his ears; Leaning on a large and gorgeous seat, the large robes are loosely stacked together, outlining a lazy and enchanting posture.
He just sat there lazily, watching all this with a leisurely smile on his face. It's like watching the exhibition of peerless works in a luxurious and elegant hall instead of carrying out cruel punishments in a dark and gloomy cell.
Perhaps, this is no longer a simple punishment, but an artist showing his own work. He shows people the process of making it step by step, and waits for people's praise and appreciation with a smile on his face.
It's just that the only audience he specified didn't join in. Although they were filthy all over and were caught in their hands in embarrassment, they could barely stand still, but those eyes were as bright as stars, and their jet-black pupils were flat and indifferent. There was no disturbance.
If the audience does not join in, the person presenting the work will naturally be dissatisfied. He was extremely dissatisfied with the other party's reaction in his heart, and the man stared at him for a long time, but suddenly his face changed and he chuckled, "It seems that the seventh son is not satisfied with this work..." He moved his lazy He slowly got up and left the seat, and walked to Lynch's side step by step, "So... it would be more beautiful if you folded your hands and feet and put them in a big urn, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the people who had been tortured for an unknown amount of time and were as dead as hell began to struggle desperately, screaming, and those who had lost their tongues could only squeak unceasingly, filled with hatred and pain. , panic, fear...
Lynch stared at the other party with eyes as calm as the surface of water and as deep as a cold pool, but his shoulders trembled extremely slightly. Obviously, this action pleased the other party, and he couldn't help but chuckled again, "Okay, since the seventh son has no objection, then... break the limbs." He leaned over to Lynch's ear, whispering such cruel words softly It's like a whisper between lovers.
As soon as the voice fell, someone quickly shot, "cracking", wailing, "squeaking", one after another, the hands and feet of the row of people who were hung up were torn off in an instant! Blood and flesh and blood rushed out in an instant, and the dense white bones could be faintly seen...
The limbs that were ripped off alive were discarded in pieces. Those who have not seen this bloody scene with their own eyes will not understand how creepy it is, and the unstoppable coldness rises from the soles of the feet. , the strong smell of blood is almost nauseating.
Lynch's complexion was as white as tinfoil, bloodless. But he neither roared nor struggled desperately, just stared at the face close at hand, and shouted word by word—
"Yue Lancang."
The hoarse voice must have not drank water for a long time, it was so dry that it was almost inaudible, but it is not hard to imagine how clear that voice must have been before.