When I arrived in the kitchen, Elijah was busy putting out the fire.
I reached out and squeezed out the source of the fire, looked at the drooping little robot, sighed, and stroked its head: "Go out and play."
To be honest, Elijah is more of a pet to me than a domestic robot.
Its artificial mental retardation... Ah no, part of the artificial intelligence program is the remnant of "Elijah" my former brain brain.
The day before I was evicted, they said they were going to do a system upgrade for Elijah, took it away and forcibly destroyed it.
Only a small part of Elijah's program survived, and he found me along the star network through all kinds of hardships, and left with me in my necklace.
If I were some kind of high-end algorithm scientist, I might be able to reconstruct Elijah based on this residual program, but obviously I am not talented in this area, so I only have a stupid little robot Elijah.
When I resignedly rescued the kitchen items one by one, a black cat jumped onto the cooking table without a sound, sat down gracefully, and avoided the danger zone.
Then it said: "You really don't want to go back? That's your ex-boyfriend."
I didn't even look at it, because as "Him", it's all knowing and blah blah blah.
"That's good." The black cat has long been accustomed to my ignorance, it calmly shook the tip of its tail, and then circled its tail in front of its body like a real cat, "If you really soften your heart again , I should have a headache."
By the time I finished saving the appliances in the kitchen, the black cat had disappeared.
... So the question is, how to save the wall with black explosion patterns.
An hour later, having exhausted nearly every scientific and unscientific solution I could think of, I walked out of the kitchen feeling exhausted.
So the moment I sensed an unpleasant sense of prying eyes in the retreat, my anger was kindled.
I can't beat poor little mentally handicapped Elijah, but I can always beat this group of people who don't know what to do or what to do outside!
Therefore, two seconds later, there was another huge pit not far from my hut, which was filled with distorted, deformed and deteriorated instrument fragments. This is also understandable, right
Perhaps because my warnings were too intense, the people of the empire finally became as quiet as chickens.
After all, if one was not careful, the world was not destroyed yet, and they took a step ahead with their own emperor.
I was able to go to bed peacefully.
Before going to sleep, the black cat jumped on my bed again.
"Did it ever occur to you that he was the first one to come, but not the only one?" it asked.
"..." I warned coldly, "get off my bed, you didn't wash your feet."
Black Cat: "..."
It sighed humanely, walked to my bedside table with four cat feet very naturally, and asked me very politely: "Is this okay?"
I reluctantly expressed my satisfaction and answered its previous question: "The next no man's land will probably be overcrowded."
After all, consider that I'm the only person with a "successful world-saving" record in nearly fifty years.
Besides, they only have ten days left.
"Are you really not soft-hearted?" the black cat asked me repeatedly patiently.
"Are you annoying?" I repeated impatiently.
The black cat said quietly: "Didn't everyone say that the greatest power of human beings is love, and the hymn of human beings is the hymn of courage. As long as there is love, all obstacles can be broken through? I am a little worried that you will break through the limit."
I'm too lazy to talk to this retarded cat, I choose to sleep with my eyes closed.
As a result, I didn't sleep so peacefully. Maybe because I saw an old friend I hadn't seen for three years, I dreamed about the past after a long absence.
To put it simply, the emperor and I... the former prince are not from the same world.
It doesn't mean "different class" - of course it is - but it means that I come from another world.
I grew up in a very peaceful world, and I couldn't choose to stand by while I saw the suffering of another world and discovered my own ability to do something about it.
So I choose to save people.
According to some people, this may be called the Virgin, and I am indeed a person who has the ability to perform the actions of the Virgin.
The prince is that kind of... a typical protagonist of a movie. He hides his identity and goes to the academy.
Except me, of course.
Because I haven't familiarized myself with my new ability, I went up and beat him into the infirmary.
I'm not boasting, after all there is a wall between being "talented" and "saving the world".
It may be out of love for talents, or it may be something else. After the prince recovered from his injury, he chose to befriend me on his own initiative, which prevented many school violence from happening.
Later, I ran around with him, fighting fires everywhere, and we had three or five companions.
Eh? Speaking of which, are these partners dead? Or do they all get promoted, get rich, marry and have children, and just silently remember me, the former savior who was expelled from almost the entire galaxy
Forget it, it doesn't matter, I don't even remember their names.
I didn't go straight to save the world from the beginning, and I'm not that bald man in a cape.
In the beginning, they only saved a few children, and they were very grateful;
Later it was to save people on a street, they praised and praised;
And then to save a city, the president sings to me;
Then there's saving a planet, they say "we're alive because of you";
In the end it was saving the entire interstellar universe, they said "no one can do this but you, so can you hurry up and go?";
Three years ago, it became a sentence "Can you prove that you are not the scourge of all interstellar crises?".
I have never heard such ridiculous words, so that after the other party finished asking, I laughed in front of hundreds of federal empire politicians, thousands of elite soldiers, and hundreds of millions of people on the broadcast.
Because the destructive "shock wave" came from another time and space, and I also publicly admitted that I came from another time and space, so the disaster must be brought by me.
This logic makes me have to croak applause.
Oh, I did applaud with admiration on the spot.
So it was not a peaceful breakup, and the two parties broke up ugly.
But under the crisis of life, it seems that no matter how ugly the division is, they will knock out their front teeth and swallow them in their stomachs, begging me to save them with shy smiles.
It's ridiculous.
It's ridiculous.
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When I woke up the next morning, I was already kind of expecting who would come.
This kind of anticipation is like looking forward to the content of the cartoon at night since the moment I went to school, making me eager to try like a child.
But I waited since the morning, listening to the army building three camps in the no-man's land, aircrafts rising and falling, people coming and going, coming and going, and no one was there until noon Come knock on the door.
When I started to feel bored, the black cat jumped on my desk: "You have another ex-boyfriend here."
I looked out with the eyes of the sky, and this time it was really right.
I have never been in a relationship with the prince, but he confessed his love once, but I was in a state of frenzy of "I want to save the world and I don't have time to fall in love", so I rejected him.
Later, when I wanted to fall in love, His Royal Highness, who exposed his royal identity, had directly lost the qualification to be my boyfriend.
My ex-boyfriend... wait.
"What's his name?" I asked the black cat.
Black Cat: "..."
Black Cat: "It's not important, just call him your ex-boyfriend."
Me: "Yes."
The ex-boyfriend knocked on the door.
"Elijah." I ordered the little mentally handicapped.
Elijah staggered to open the door, bumping into three obstacles in the way, a journey totaling eighty seconds.
The ex-boyfriend waited patiently until Elijah opened the door.
Elijah meowed at him happily, probably because he still had some memories of the past.
"Elijah, come back," I said.
The moment my ex-boyfriend heard this name, he had a complicated expression on his face, maybe he thought I was seeing a mental retardation and thinking about intelligence.
I didn't bother to explain how Elijah managed to escape back to me. When my ex-boyfriend lifted his foot, I asked, "Can you not come into my house?"
The ex-boyfriend paused, and silently put back the foot that had been raised two inches.
He was not a man who was very good at words. After a few seconds, he bent down and put the military incubator in his hand on the ground: "My sister made this by herself. She still remembers the taste you liked before. In the It took a long time in the kitchen to make it.”
"I remember that your family is a big nobleman, and there are hundreds of servants in the castle?" I asked sincerely, "Even if you want to show your heart, you can't let the servants do the work, and you have to do it yourself for several hours?"
The ex-boyfriend looked at me with a strange look in his eyes, as if he knew me for the first time today.
Yes, my temper was not like this before.
"You..." He held the door, looking as if he was looking at a prehistoric mutated monster, "If it was you in the past, when you heard the crisis, you would definitely rush out before anyone else."
"Because obviously such a stupid behavior will not bring me a good end." I smiled and stabbed him in a strange way. "It's better to wait for others to work hard. It's safer from all angles."
The ex-boyfriend took a deep breath, and his expression seemed to say "I don't know as much as you".
Then he took out a photo from the breast pocket of the military uniform: "Do you still remember the child that Xiaoyi was pregnant with? You used to look forward to the birth of that child so much that no matter whether it was a boy or a girl, there would definitely be someone like Xiaoyi. beautiful eyes."
I don't even remember the name of my ex-boyfriend, and of course I don't remember who Xiaoyi is, but I cleverly connected the context and guessed that it should be his sister's name.
"Would you like to see it?" the ex-boyfriend asked me.
"I don't want to, and I know what you are doing." I also told him frankly, "You want to tell me something about the past to make me nostalgic, and then you can understand it with emotion and reason, and persuade me to go back and die for you. "
"No one ever asked you to die, you did it voluntarily." He frowned and retorted.
The ex-boyfriend has a cold temperament, is in a high position, is young and promising, and of course the most important thing is handsome. I used to like this one very much, and I felt happy to get the flower of Gaoling.
But when I hate him, everything about him repulses me.
Especially the sentence he just said, precisely stepped on my thunder point.
"Really?" I asked with a smile, "Then why do you only ask me to enter the most dangerous place alone every time? The entire universe is my logistics team, so I can't accompany me on the battlefield, or because everyone's lives They are all precious, can't they be wasted on things that can be pushed to me to solve?"
"You have the ability to solve the crisis." The ex-boyfriend emphasized.
Of course I have, but that also has a price of not being known to outsiders.
I stared at my ex-boyfriend for a long time before smiling at him: "I also have the ability to kill you."
The ex-boyfriend tensed up all over.
He knew full well that I was capable of doing this...and, it wasn't difficult at all.
"—and everyone in the no man's land, and more people." I looked out the window, thinking that there were only nine days before the end of the world, and my whole body and mind immediately relaxed, "But I won't do anything today, anyway, you are very They will all die soon."
There must have been a villainous smile on my face again, because the ex-boyfriend left with a complicated expression.
Before leaving, he said, "I believe you will not sit idly by, you can't do it", and then left the photo on the cabinet by the door.
I thought deeply about the past for a while, but I couldn't remember it, so I asked the black cat who kept silent and pretended to be a real cat: "How long have I been dating him?"
The black cat shook its tail and shook its beard in a speechless manner before answering my question: "Four months and five days."
I breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not too brain-dead."
Black Cat: "He proposed to break up."
"...Damn it!" I was furious, and immediately called the little mentally handicapped name, "Elijah, bring the lunch box here, you can eat for nothing!"
"Meow~"