Song Wenlan looked up at the snow-white mecha in front of him.
This is a mecha that was born out of the "immortal cultivation culture". Song Wenlan is an outsider, but in her eyes, this mecha is perfect and impressive.
"Xunxian" also lowered his head and looked at Song Wenlan.
Its maker and owner have never concealed its origin, and Xunxian Mecha has always known that its appearance originated from a novel.
And the human woman in front of him was the one who created that novel.
Do mechas have self-awareness?
There are top-level mechas, but their self-awareness is too shallow, just like a three-year-old child, and they are more focused on combat.
The Xunxian Mecha did not have the same emotional ups and downs as Song Wenlan. It simply felt that it should thank the creator of the book.
It bowed its head and stretched out its hand to Song Wenlan: "Thank you, Creator."
Song Wenlan placed his hand on its hand, stared at it without blinking, and replied softly: "You're welcome. Thank you, too."
Thank you for allowing more people to see the immortal cultivation culture of Blue Star.
It was already the second day when we set out on the journey back to Blue Star.
Song Wenlan sat by the window of the starship and reflexively looked back. Not seeing any pursuing spaceships or starships, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Ran Zheng watched her movements out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little, and for the first time he started talking to Song Wenlan.
"I thought you weren't scared."
Song Wenlan glanced at him in surprise, and Ran Zheng's mouth curved upward, explaining, "After all, you don't look nervous."
He can even make a scissors hand gesture with ease.
Song Wenlan pondered for a while and said, "This is probably due to the author's intuition. My intuition tells me that Mr. Grantham will not hurt me."
If I were to explain it in detail, it would be that Song Wenlan had been staring at Mr. Grantham because he wanted to collect materials. When others were wary of him, Song Wenlan clearly saw the mischief in the other's eyes.
He was just teasing the people present.
Ran Zheng fell silent again, and Song Wenlan also silently observed the scenery outside until dusk, when they finally returned home.
"You've worked hard on this trip. Go back and have a good rest. I won't be going out again in the short term."
Song Wenlan jumped off the starship and waved to Ran Zheng with a smile.
Ran Zheng nodded to Song Wenlan and drove away in the starship.
Song Wenlan walked into her own yard. Everything in the yard was normal except that the small tree was growing better and better. She looked up at the growing green leaves and patted the trunk of the small tree in appreciation.
Good little tree, it contributes a touch of green to her yard.
After standing under the tree and admiring it for a while, Song Wenlan turned and walked into the room.
The moment my left foot stepped into the room, the old butler appeared from somewhere.
"Welcome home, Master!"
As soon as the words fell, the whole house seemed to come alive and began to adjust the temperature, humidity, theme, etc.
After hearing these familiar words and looking at the familiar room, Song Wenlan finally relaxed, and a deep feeling of fatigue suddenly hit his heart.
Song Wenlan didn't do anything else. After washing up, he fell into a deep sleep.
Song Wenlan slept very deeply and did not wake up until noon the next day.
It was not until this time that she turned off the Do Not Disturb mode on the light computer. Then there was a series of ding-dong message alert sounds, and one message after another popped up on the light computer like bubbles.
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