1002 said the same thing: "Hey, baby, it's time to go to sleep now. Big brother will see when he wakes up—Oh my god!"
The recovered eyeballs fell to the ground, and 1002's crow was sharper than a rooster's.
But because it is a mechanical life, there is an extra bit of inhuman horror.
Staring at the rapidly increasing lifespan in the program, 1002's eyes turned into mosquito coils.
What is this? How come the cub’s life span suddenly increased by fifteen years?
Isn't this thing growing so fast?
His cub works himself to death every day, and other people's emotions can't be improved for a few days, but his elder brother still leaves the number one on the list thousands of points ahead.
Now the big brother is still number one on the list, but there are many more public emotions on the list.
No, how could he be sucked to Mobei? How could Da Chu also have it?
His cubs are not unified yet, and now he is a waste and can only collect the ones around him.
Where did this come from?
The little fat boy smelled the smell of gunpowder and put down the memorial he was holding upside down. "Ding Ding, did you poop?"
The chubby baby, who couldn't understand the memorial but tried very hard to read it, had a troubled expression on his face, his cheeks turning pink: "Your poop smells good too."
Wu Zhonghe saw the fat boy put down the memorial. Although he knew he had held it upside down, he was still very relieved.
He quickly ran out and asked Jiang Yuanxing to bring some food.
There is a reason why the smart fat baby treats this as fart. 1002 plays movies for the baby from time to time, and they are holographic ones.
While others were engaged in gun battles, 1002 remained calm and deceived a two-year-old fat baby. It smelled like a mechanical fart.
The fat baby, choked by the smell of gunpowder, never dared to watch such a movie again.
1002 was just slightly burnt, it was burnt due to overheating during program operation.
1002, struggling to keep his body from collapsing, rolled his mechanical eyes: "Thank you so much, Tong."
The fat kid, whose face was red from holding his breath, jumped down from the dragon throne and said in a muffled voice, "This is what I should do."
The little fat boy talked to Ding Ding for a while and asked, "When will No. 0 come back?"
1002 was filled with sourness and sarcasm: "I'm here every day and you don't miss me. Do you want me to leave for a few days too?"
The little fat boy pouted, tears welling up in his slightly red eyes.
1002 slapped himself a few times: "Son, I was wrong. I'm sorry."
He knows how tolerant his own children are. In front of others, they are like little emperors.
Only in front of him was she like a child (that was only what 1002 thought to herself), and 1002 couldn't even coax her.
The tears didn't fall in the end. The little fat boy held them back by tilting his head slightly. He said in a muffled voice: "It would be better if Ding Ding was there at night and Ding Ding was there during the day."
1002 really understands him.
I knew what he meant almost instantly.
He said that 1002 would be in better shape when the main system was there.
Because 1002 will steal the energy of the main system.
1002 looked at the little fat boy for a while, then slowly turned around without saying a word.
He smashed the tablet of the main system he had just made. He didn't hope that the main system would die early, but only hoped that it would come back soon.
He could steal something for his cub.
Oops, my brain seemed to be flooded by something. 1002 pulled out his head and shook it, and the water flow washed over the entire space of consciousness.
1002 thought, oh, that’s Tong crying.
The next second, he clung to the little fat boy like a magnet, wailing loudly: "I'm done for. I'm completely done for. I love you so much."
The little fat boy tiptoed on the dragon throne, with one cheek squeezed into a pancake and his face red.
He thought, the fish love you too.
I love my father, I love Ding Ding, I love many things, I love the grass and the flowers.
At the suggestion of his elder brother, the boy who couldn't understand the memorials came to the emperor with a stack of memorials.
It has been more than a week since the natural disaster, and now the palace has returned to its previous order and everything is being rebuilt.
The little fat boy grinned, put his hands behind his back and was on his way to find his father when he saw the queen.
She's growing something.
"Empress!" Jiang Shuhui turned her head in surprise when she heard the voice.
Then I saw a chubby little boy standing at the other end of the gravel road. The little guy had bright eyes and was in high spirits.
The chubby little face is cuter than ever.
Just a little thinner.
The queen subconsciously opened her arms and wanted to hug him, but the little fat boy did not run over.
Because his father is sick, the fat baby who is now the little emperor is very concerned about his image.
The little adult's chubby baby came over with his hands behind his back and looked at the queen curiously.
The Queen put her hand away in disappointment: "Your Highness?"
After the earthquake, all the buildings in the palace were destroyed, but the flowers, plants and trees seemed to be blessed.
Still lush and green.
The little fat boy stood under a tree. The weather had changed from the usual gloomy weather and the dazzling sunlight shone on his face.
A golden veil covered his delicate little face. The chubby boy blinked and pouted to avoid the sunlight.
"I'm looking for my parents~"
The queen paused and Wu Zhonghe stared at her.
"good."
Seeing that she was unhappy, the little fat boy scratched his face and asked, "What's wrong, my lady?"
The Queen twisted her lips and forced a smile: "I'm just a little sad that I can't help Your Highness."
The little fat boy thought of a corner of Huaqing Palace, and then saw that it was only a few days after the earthquake, and the queen was already thinking about planting things.
Do you feel bad if you can’t help the fish?
The little fat boy tilted his head and pretended to rummage around in his arms.
"My Queen, can you help me plant this?" The colorful and crystal clear corn was handed to Jiang Shuhui.
"This is?"
"This is a good harvest~" the little fat boy came close to him and said mysteriously.
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