Chapter 93 First Generation Machine
How did you answer at that time?
He doesn't know.
He probably doesn't remember.
Only at that moment did he suddenly remember that he had never kissed him.
The feathers of meteors were winding, the twilight of the universe was spreading, and a hazy and dreamy white light poured down on the young man. Only when he looked closely did he realize that it was the moonlight that was focused and then faintly blurred.
What he didn't tell him was.
Under the moonlight, he felt the cracks in the ice suddenly burst, and the sense of fate that overwhelmed everything was like a landslide or tsunami.
He never believed in the miracles of fate.
Fate had never been kind to him—if the meaning of fate could only bring about the loneliness and pain of collapse, then it should have become a buried and abandoned monument in the ground of his past.
But the elusive fate came upon him in a divine way in the blink of an eye, like a crystal clear bullet piercing his heart in an instant.
The moonlight will never know his longing, his demands, his torment, and his pain.
But the full moon in the dark night accompanied him with eternal compassion, emitting sparkling light lightly and igniting the depths of his soul.
Cold and heartless love bows down in submission and turns to its own god.
Chu Qingkong: “?”
Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the boy finally took action. He narrowed his eyes in confusion, stood up and approached him, reached out and touched his forehead tentatively, and then called up a light blue translucent data panel.
——He turned his head and quickly compared it with the health data to see if the host had suddenly developed a high temperature that burned his usually calm brain.
"I don't have a fever..." He whispered slowly, thinking he couldn't hear. "...Isn't this common sense? Are the hosts nowadays so uneducated?"
The deeply moving atmosphere of the previous second was gone.
Shi Weizhi: “…”
Shi Weizhi: “…………”
…
In the warm and comfortable starship lounge, the air conditioning was whirring and a creamy yellow light filled the entire room.
Chu Qingkong raised his hand and yawned again, then reached out and happily rolled up the soft, thin gray blanket on the sofa. He rolled himself into the cicada cocoon, rolled two or three times, and then lay down peacefully and fell asleep.
The long snow-white hair fell down, and the scattered hair hung loosely beside her cheeks.
"...Hmm, so that's how it is, host."
He closed his eyes and murmured in satisfaction, "I'm quite touched."
From the perspective of a viewer watching a romantic movie, a brief but mechanically high evaluation was given.
It felt like the story I was hearing was not my own.
Shi Weizhi: "No need to be so calm."
"What?! You said all that! So now I have something on you," a head popped out from the rolled-up blanket, looking at him with bright eyes, raising its voice with immense anticipation, "Now I'll have ample excuse to give you tons of missions you can't refuse, and then earn tons of points from you!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the task panel popped up.
Chu Qingkong rolled happily in the quilt again, stretched out his arms, and completed several tasks at lightning speed.
Shi Weizhi paused slightly and received ten new messages from the system.
Ten tasks, SSS level.
The purpose of making him work for the system is obvious.
"After all, you like me." Chu Qingkong concluded lightly.
After saying this, he quickly crawled into the blanket, pulled it up high, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
No conscience!!
Shi Weizhi: “…”
If there were a host here who had never experienced the horror of A001's obsession with points, he would probably have been pissed to death by him - but Shi Weizhi had already gotten used to it.
This brain circuit...
Always being loyal and putting KPI first in your mind is indeed the standard style of Chuchu.
He simply paused his movements without being noticeable and lowered his violet eyes.
It’s okay, one day.
One day.
The lights in the lounge were dimmed, making it easier for Chuchu to fall asleep.
Shi Weizhi walked towards Chu Qingkong, his military boots landing quietly and lightly, ensuring the best quality of his sleep.
At the same time, he did not forget to think about where the energy reserves of the starship were stored, so that he could take them out later and recharge Chuchu with the necessary energy.
Once the system's sleep mode is activated, you fall asleep quickly.
The white-haired boy was immersed in a dreamless sleep, sleeping soundly with his long, raven-like eyelashes closed. His peaceful sleeping face was not as lively and noisy as when he was awake. It was as perfect as snow and white feathers born from unrealistic data.
Shi Weizhi's gaze lingered for a second longer.
Just as he was about to take a step forward to find energy reserves, he suddenly noticed something first, lowered his head again, and looked at Chu Chu again!
The cloak as black as night swept up straight, and he suddenly reached out and hugged him!
In his arms, despite such large movements, the white-haired boy showed no signs of consciousness. His body leaned weakly towards his chest, and his long hair swayed and fell behind him.
[Warning, warning, the system has lost contact.]
Lost contact progress: 50%. 】
The breath was light and slow, barely audible.
[System lost contact...
Lost contact progress: 100%. 】
The boy was pale, nestled in his arms, and stopped breathing.
…
The system does not dream.
The dream of the highest machine is condensed from countless data streams. The thick black fog constructs a boundless space, overlapping and obscure boundary lines.
Nothingness, emptiness.
Only the lines of characters on the wall flickered and danced with a mottled light, representing the most sophisticated data and programs within the system, as if dancing with the stars.
Prophets who pray for rationality will obtain the treasures they covet in this dreamland, and martyrs have tried their best to seek knowledge, but in the end no one dares to ask for a visit to this dreamland.
There is only one person.
A snow-white figure stood quietly in the darkness, its white clothes trailing on the ground like snow, and a golden shadow on its back was like the wings of a phoenix covering the sky and the sun, as ethereal as a wisp.
He tilted his head slightly, revealing his clear and golden eyes from under his white hair. His cold and thin eyes twisted and flowed, calmer than characters and codes.
The sword intent arises.
The long-forgotten sword of "saving the world" suddenly appeared, cutting through the endless darkness of the dream world.
Ming Fengque originally had two swords.
One to kill, one to save the world——
The sword of killing always accompanies him. As time goes by, others almost forget the existence of the sword of salvation.
At the top of Kyushu, everyone worships the Phoenix bloodline of the ancient gods, and the unique creative power it possesses overflows!
Wherever the sword light passed, the mist melted away, tiny silver particles and golden sand swayed, and the brilliant white Milky Way poured down.
A bright, crystal-blue electronic butterfly fluttered its wings like a phantom from the past, slowly disappearing at the edge of vision.
Ming Fengque looked at the white light of the Milky Way indifferently.
"...Is this the place?" he whispered.
——"That day, I came to his dream.
"But mechanical dreams are inexpressible and empty."
——"So, I will bring him."
White light flutters like butterflies, going back to the light and shadow of the flow of time.
Initially.
I recalled this memory before you did.
Next time we meet, perhaps you will want to call me directly by the name of the Lord.
——Tens of millions of years ago, in the first realm of the main gods, the main god and his first sharp blade.
The first generation machine, A001.
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