This humble quilt!
This cramped room!
What a pungent smell!
1002 spiraled into the air, flying around the room, the data on its body vibrating unnaturally.
Who on earth kidnapped the little fat boy to such a place while he was sleeping?
1002 looked at the slightly red hands of the little fat boy, and then looked at the rag on the table.
The mechanical eyes were flashing red.
Even if he had to self-destruct, he would kill the person who had brought the baby here to do hard labor!
Gatling! TNT! I can't kill you with my 1002mm gunfire, how dare you abuse my cubs?
1002 felt so guilty that he wanted to slap himself. Why did he sleep for so long?
"Baby, you've suffered so much." His baby is the prince, and he has the protection of his eldest brother. Who can snatch someone from his eldest brother?
Could it be the Queen Mother? The Empress?
The little fat boy stared blankly at the dark roof with his eyes wide open, his two fat hands tightly clutching the quilt.
At first he didn't realize that Ding Ding had woken up until 1002 called him.
The little fat boy looked out blankly, looking at the blue light emitting from 1002, his mouth pursed, and he cried loudly, "Ding ding, ding ding, woo woo woo."
In the past half month, except for fighting with others, the little fat boy has not cried loudly.
The people I trusted around me died or were injured, my father never came, and Ding Ding never woke up.
The little fat boy acted very understanding, and kept comforting himself and holding back his tears.
But as soon as Ding Ding, who was accompanying him, appeared, the little fat boy's tears flowed like a river.
He was crying so hard that he was out of breath.
The secret guards were startled and were about to rush in without caring about anything, but they heard the little prince calling Ding Ding.
The leader of the Earthly Branches made a gesture, signaling everyone to retreat.
They had been guarding the little prince, so they naturally knew about Ding Ding, who they could not see.
The secret guards privately guessed that it must be the little prince's patron saint.
1002 beat his chest and stamped his feet, his mechanical arms clapping loudly. "Baby, what's wrong with you? Have you been kidnapped? I'll take you home!"
He must blow up the culprit.
"Go home, go home, and find daddy." The little fat boy's eyes were shining, and he was sobbing while dressing himself.
1002's eyes were all on him, and she kept saying nice things to him.
For example, "I flew back to this Dazhao in three seconds."
"I'll shoot whoever kidnapped you."
"I'll go back and complain to my brother. He won't do this time. I can't find you for so long."
The little fat boy burst into laughter. There were still traces of tears on his face, but his mouth was wide open. "I'll go back and scold my father. He can't find a home here, so I'll go back by myself!"
1002 agreed strongly. "Scold him! Scold him hard! And remember to take my share too."
This is too much. Big brother is useless.
When the time comes, I'll steal some medicine and give two pills to my brother.
What, that’s a higher-dimensional world?
Oh, sprinkle some water, I think the eldest brother is not an ordinary person.
What, aren't you afraid of getting caught?
Hey, he was automatically upgraded while sleeping this time. Originally, the difference between him and No. 0 was small. He sneaked in and the main system couldn't catch him.
The little fat boy no longer forced himself to smile, and his eyes were full of smiles.
1002 became even angrier when he saw Zizi tidying up the room.
"Baby, get out of the way. You will be the emperor in the future. How can you do this?"
The little fat boy tilted his head and secretly wiped away his tears.
"It's fine, Grandpa is very good~"
What he said left 1002 confused. What happened? Did the eldest brother’s dead father come back to life?
It's impossible for Fatty to be good even if he pretends to be dead.
To find out what exactly happened, he had to find some time to look at the records of the autonomous running program.
"What are you going to do, baby?" 1002 watched the fat baby take out his small purse from under the quilt.
The little fat boy counted his little golden beads carefully. He had given them to his grandfather before, and his grandfather had returned them to him.
This time the fish is leaving, but it’s not his father who brought him here.
It’s better for Yuer to give the money to grandpa!
When he returns to the palace, he will bring grandpa back with him.
"Give them all to grandpa." The little fat boy replied to 1002 in a milky voice.
1002 started to act crazy again. "Hey, hey, okay."
Anyway, as long as he is around, Zizi can do whatever he wants.
Alas, brother, you are old and useless.
Emperor Mingxi: ...very good
1002 looked at the fat boy's life span again and was a little surprised. Why was it only eight years?
It's been seven years since he came back.
He didn't know that because the little fat boy was bound to him and trusted him unconditionally, the fat boy's life span would be subconsciously provided to 1002 to repair his body.
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