Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1269 Visitor on a Rainy Day
I don't know when it started to rain.The rain marks slid across the window, freezing it cold, and the glass was covered with a layer of gray-blue mist; while inside, the aroma of roasted chicken, the occasional clanging of pots and bowls, and the smell from the stove The residual temperature made the kitchen a hot and bright mess.

Popimia has been hungry for a long time, let alone Lin Sanjiu is a horse, even if Lin Sanjiu is a mother, she can't be asked to leave the kitchen before she is full.She ate five bowls of turkey mixed with eggs in one go, until she couldn't eat the last bite, then she pushed the bowl away and wiped the sweat from her forehead--suddenly realized that there was not a single bit of it in the meal Salt.

"Cats eating salt is not good for their kidneys."

Yuan Xiangxi obviously won't be affected by the copy, but he is very enthusiastic about role-playing, and said solemnly: "However, I dripped some raw fish gravy for you to increase the fishy smell, isn't it very delicious?"

...It's really fucking delicious.

Popimia was both happy and irritable at the moment: "What's the matter with this broken copy, can it even affect the sense of taste?"

"It seems that memorization is also possible. I don't know if it changes with the situation and difficulty... Hey, I just realized it. Do you still remember the dungeon? The dungeon that started with a good word turned out to be so gentle... It didn't affect you very badly. Well, you really don't want to catch flying insects?"

Seeing her face down, the hostess seemed a little disappointed.He tidied up the tableware and walked out the door with a glass of water: "Do you still remember the last time you suddenly remembered that you saw that... who did you know, licking her dad's bowl? It must have been given to you by the dungeon memory."

To be on the safe side, it is better not to mention Bao'er who will only appear in the "future".

Popimia subconsciously followed his footsteps and walked out of the kitchen together. "That's right," she thought of this, and took a sharp breath: "Hey... Which bowl was she licking at that time?"

In case the bowl she just used—

"Don't worry, I used a cat bowl for you. I found it on the ground." Yuan Xiangxi turned into the living room, and suddenly smiled back at the door, his deer-like eyes curved up, revealing a row of white teeth: "You walk Jingle bells, really like a cat with a bell on its neck."

After eating comfortably, it is actually not easy to get angry.Popimia snorted through his nose, squeezed ahead of him into the living room, and sat down next to Lin Sanjiu—the dead horse was still the same, no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't open his eyes.

"What should I do?" She poked Xiao Fangtang's face a few times, "I've been in a coma for so long and my body is dehydrated. Look, it sinks once you poke it, and you can't bounce it up."

Yuan Xiangxi also looked at her for a few seconds, and then at the water in his hand. "Otherwise..."

"No one should give her water."

The puppeteer's voice suddenly sounded, startling the two of them immediately.They hurriedly turned around and looked around, only to find that he only sent his voice down the first floor, but no one came down—it sounded like he was talking in his ear.

Knowing that the other party must be able to hear her every move clearly, Popimia still raised her voice and asked, "However, my lord, we can leave her alone like this, can't we? What will she do next?" how is everything?"

As soon as she heard her own tone, she couldn't help but her heart tightened, and she came back to her senses: It seems that this big orange cat is usually favored by the owner, and even when he took her to talk to the puppeteer, he took it for granted Son.

The puppeteer upstairs was silent for two seconds.

"She's a growth type," he said slowly after a long while, his voice still like a river in the cold winter, each word is like a piece of floating ice. "...It should be a bit of a growth type."

Popimia hadn't figured out how to ask in-depth questions, but the host continued after a pause, "She didn't have any substantial pain or damage, but her vitality was lost and her organs were weakened. Outsiders can't treat her." , Now I can only wait for the stress system in her body to counterattack... You can understand that it is like increasing white blood cells during inflammation. The growth type usually helps the body grow slowly, but in this desperate situation, it should turn into a fierce and large-scale aggressive resistance. "

... Is this how Hu Miaomiao is treated?
There was a time when the puppeteer was so patient and peaceful, explaining well?
However, it made sense in this way... No wonder he had to ask the two of them to feed her water.If the outside world provides help to Lin Sanjiu to stabilize her physical condition, it will not be able to arouse the resistance in her body.

"Then she started leveling up earlier because she encountered a desperate situation... But why did she stop suddenly?" Anyway, if you ask, you won't be beaten, and if you don't ask, you won't ask.

"What else could it be?" the puppeteer sneered, "Idiots are determined to make a comeback, but find that they don't have enough money."

"So... at least her resistance system is starting to work." This was a relief.

It is indeed a rare opportunity to ask a puppeteer-level evolutionary a question. Bohemia has always been the kind of person who can squeeze a cow into beef jerky, so of course I have to take the opportunity to ask a few more questions.She raised her head, looked at the white-painted ceiling and asked, "Why didn't it succeed last time? Is she still going to try next time? Then, do I have such a resistance system?"

This time, the puppeteer did not speak for a long time.

It has been raining heavily outside for a long time, and the sound of raindrops is like countless bristles, rustling and scrubbing the space between the sky and the earth, and even the living room is covered with a layer of gray skylight.When his voice finally cut through the sound of the rain, it was completely incomprehensible.

"Go open the door."

what?
Bohemia was taken aback, and exchanged a glance with Yuan Xiangxi.The latter was very conscious of the owner of the house, stood up first, and walked towards the door hesitantly.The big yellow cat was more curious than anyone else, and followed closely behind him, stretching its neck from the living room door.

Yuan Xiangxi opened a small compartment on the door and looked out, his eyes were whitened by the rain-colored sky.

"Who is it?" Poppy asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." He tied his hands blankly, turned his head and said, "I didn't see anyone..."

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, which immediately shattered the second half of his sentence. Both of them were taken aback. Popimia even stretched out a hind leg, ready to turn around and run away at any time.Yuan Xiangxi hurriedly opened the small grid on the door again - this time the situation was obviously different, his eyes stopped outside the door for two seconds, he hurriedly took half a step back, and opened the door.

When Yusi, Tianguang and the people outside the door came into Bohemia's eyes, she immediately understood why Yuan Xiangxi said that she didn't see anyone.

Because the person who came was only as high as an adult's chest, just below his line of sight; seeing the door opened at this time, the "person" who knocked on the door immediately raised his stapler-shaped metal head towards the two of them.

It was the first time she saw this kind of metal texture that seemed to be infinitely smooth: when the rainwater hit this finely crafted mechanical body, it suddenly slipped down like oil, and it couldn't even stay. A trace of water.

A ghost, a man, and a machine looked at each other for a while, and finally the machine was the first to speak.

"Hello."

It must have been built with quite advanced technology, because in just half a second, it completed the process of extending a part of the mechanical body toward the west, opening the parts, and reorganizing into a hand; and Bohemi Ya can hardly hear the slight sound of its movement when it is running.

Yuan Xiangxi stared blankly at the mechanical hand stretched out in front of him, stared blankly at it for a while, then suddenly realized, and stretched out his hand tentatively.

A ghost and a machine hold each other's hands, lift and fall together, lift and fall together, completing the etiquette when the human beings meet for the first time.

"Miss, if you excuse me, my name is J7." The robot said politely, "It's raining so much outside, can you allow me to go in and have a rest?"

(End of this chapter)