Therefore, the "Su Ming'an bot" that Liming placed in Luowasha must not have known that it was a "Su Ming'an bot" at the beginning, and thought it was an independent person. It was only in the later period that it gradually recovered its memory...
I hope this Su Mingan bot is not in a particularly critical place right now...
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Small world.
A black-haired woman sat in a mechanical wheelchair, wearing a white coat, looking up at a large electronic screen.
Her face is no longer youthful, but has become very mature, with a few more wrinkles, showing her age.
"Regarding the Reappearance of Ancient Egyptian Relics..."
"Regarding the climate that the Zhaixing people are more adapted to..."
"Regarding the adjustment of the old social order..."
Rubbing his temple, Su Mianbao pressed the panel and finally finished the day's data adjustment.
This is what she has been doing every day for hundreds of years, making the small world more suitable for the future residents of Zhaixing. As the temporary world master, she has hardly had any rest.
Yuzhu is old, as is Yueying, but she is the only one who can still work efficiently thanks to the grace of God. The first batch of players who came in included Luna, and even though they took turns to sleep, some of them were already old.
They have been waiting, waiting for their compatriots to come and shape this place into a better harbor than the former Zhai Xing.
"… Realm Master."
There was the sound of a door opening behind me, followed by a familiar male voice.
A young man with black hair almost reaching his waist and wearing a blood-red robe came over. He rested his arms on the back of the chair, smiled, lowered his head, and looked at Su Mianbao.
Su Mingan’s SSR card, Su Qing.
After the world event started, Su Qing's soul was forced to return to the small world, but Su Mianbao did not imprison him for too long and released him. Su Qing seemed to have calmly accepted the result of the failure of the power struggle, calling Su Mianbao "world master" and occasionally making some suggestions for the development of the world, like a capable military advisor.
"I made some milk, would you like to try it, Lord?" Su Qing lowered his head, put his hands on the back of the chair, and laughed softly.
"I don't need to eat." After a long time, Su Mianbao has become a demigod.
"But Father God likes sweet things...you are not like Father God in this respect." Su Qing said.
Su Mianbao's eyes changed slightly and he turned his wheelchair.
(End of this chapter)
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