You are so beautiful when you are pitted by me [Quick wear]

Only the beeping sound of the machine was eerily quiet in the room, and the young man's eyes were filled with anticipation that could not be concealed by the suspicion.

The man in a black tuxedo stood aside respectfully, looked at his young master, his eyes were dark, and he said word by word: "The surname you are looking for is there."

"Huh?" The young man seemed to answer calmly, but he didn't notice that there was a slight rise in the end of his voice.

Hughes glanced at him, lowered his eyes, sighed slightly, and continued: "A hundred years ago there was the Xiao family in Interstellar, and it was also a hundred years ago. This family has been completely destroyed by natural disasters. According to the information from the star media , no one with the surname Xiao is still alive."

The young man's expression changed, and he gave Hughes a cold look.

Hughes didn't care, but continued: "Now everyone must have an identity registration when they are born. It is impossible for people who have not registered to be vaccinated, and it is even less likely to survive. And the surname Xiao is nothing The Xiao family has no reason to hide anything about the sinful surname."

He finally stated the conclusion known to all the stars: "The Xiao family has been destroyed."

There was a terrifying silence in the room for a while.

Hughes looked at the little master with a gloomy face, and didn't make any further irritation. He reached out, took out the tableware that was still warm from the space compressor on the side, and stepped forward a few steps.

"Young master, it's time to eat." He put the bowl and chopsticks on the young man's side, but was suddenly knocked over by the young man.

The young man looked up at him coldly, without any emotion in his voice, he said, "Go out."

Even the idiosyncratic bowls and chopsticks couldn't withstand the young man's random blow, they were all shattered on the spot, and the sharp fragments pierced the palms and wrists.

Hughes didn't frown, stretched out his other hand to take them out one by one, and glanced at the little master who was in a bad mood: "Why should the young master care so much, it's just a person."

He put the bowls and chopsticks back into the space compressor one by one, and took out a few tubes of nutritional supplements and put them aside, when he heard the young man's mocking voice.

"Emotions, emotions, what do you robots know?"

Hughes raised his head, but was suddenly grabbed by the young man.

There was a little blood donation oozing from the injured hand, and there were a few sporadic fragments that Hughes missed and did not take out.

Hughes felt the temperature coming from his hand, and the 33°c that automatically popped up in his mind was thrown aside by him. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to be able to feel a soft touch from it.

Thinking of this, he was a little distracted, but he was quickly drawn back by the red alarm that suddenly swiped the screen in his mind.

Even as the most intelligent high-AI robot butler with full simulation, he is still just a robot. No matter how realistic the flesh and blood on the outside is, the inside is just a pile of machine parts.

With an indifferent expression, the young man pinched the fragments and scratched a large piece of skin.

The sharpness of the special material made the artificial skin overwhelmed, and the artificial blood also flowed out, and the silver light could be seen faintly in the open wound.

Shining with metallic luster.

Hughes looked up at his wayward little master, with a little helplessness in his expression.

In order to achieve a realistic effect, artificial blood flows too much, which will affect the operation of the brain for a short time, which is the simulated anemia state.

Hughes didn't tell his little master, but just continued to look at him.

He watched as his little master pulled out the fragment casually, threw it aside, sat back on the bed by himself, and rolled up his body.

"You're just a robot, you don't understand anything."

The muffled voice was completely opposite to the indifference and sarcasm just now. I don't know if it was Hughes' illusion, but he seemed to hear a little nasal sound.

"Well, I don't understand anything." He could only rely on instinct and follow the other person's words.

"I just want to find him, and I want to find him no matter what." The person on the bed seemed to have found a channel to vent, and suddenly opened the conversation.

Hughes listened quietly, answering a few words from time to time.

"But I don't know anything, I don't know where he is, and I don't know who he is."

"Ah."

"I don't even know if I can meet him again, and I don't know when the mission will stop, and [-] is not here."

"Ah."

"Even if I find him again, I don't know if he will forgive me. After all, before..."

What the person on the bed wanted to say, Hughes could not hear clearly, the forced dizziness caused by the design forcibly shut down his various perception functions, and even his eyes began to blur, snowflakes flickered, drowning everything picture.

The last thing he remembered was the young man's worried and eager cry, which seemed to be chanting the word "wake up".

Hughes woke up again in an environment he was extremely familiar with.

Robot Repair Center.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him and the familiar but unfamiliar person on the side, he suddenly realized what it means to be speechless.

"Be careful in the future, this robot of yours is a limited-edition high-end product. This AI is a split from the three veteran AI systems. The design of the whole person is nothing to say. Did you just stab it like that?" The voice of the speaker was crisp and sharp, and the words were full of pain.

"Got it, sister Xu." The young man's voice was a little bit embarrassed and worried.

"But it's actually okay. This is the simulated anemia that only high-end products have. In fact, it is equivalent to restarting. You don't have to worry too much, but I can't completely repair the skin on this hand. The material is too Advanced, we don’t have one here.” The woman who became Sister Xu said a few more words, “The internal muscles will repair automatically, even if there will be something like a scar on the outside, you don’t have to worry too much.”

"I'm not worried."

"Okay, you're not worried, and you don't know who it is, so you went up and stabbed it heartlessly." Sister Xu raised her eyebrows, "Tsk tsk, this is really ruthless."

Hughes heard a quick cough, turned his head slightly, and saw the reddish face of his young master.

"Ah, it's restarted." The woman threw away the inferior long cigarette in her mouth and jumped off the stool.

"Hi handsome guy, what's your name? My name is Xu Qi."

"Hughes." Hughes nodded, reached out and took off a few lines connected to himself.

An existence like him is supported by eternal energy and does not need to be recharged. The kindness of the woman made him a little bit chaotic.

The woman who saw his movement obviously realized what was happening and her eyes widened in surprise.

She poked the young man standing beside her: "Rong Yan. Your robot doesn't use eternal energy, does it?"

The young man tilted his head in confusion, glanced at her, and nodded in doubt: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Then what did you bring to me? Did you pay attention to the electronic class? The principles of ordinary energy and eternal energy are opposite, and if you keep charging it, it might crash." The woman raised her eyebrows, raised her voice, and waved Just about to beat Rong Yan away, it was kind of playful, but also kind of serious: "You really hate robots, they are so messy. Go back, go back."

The woman loves the robot, which is Rong Yan's classmate. Hughes checked the information, watched his young master hide away in embarrassment, got out of bed, and walked towards the two.

Seeing him approaching, the woman named Xu Qi stood up instantly, blushing, she looked at Hughes, and asked: "Handsome guy, why don't you stay and talk."

Hughes shook his head and declined politely: "No, I still have to take my little master home."

As she spoke, she didn't care about Xu Qi who was screaming at the side, stepped forward and stretched out her hand to Rong Yan.

"excuse me."

"What are you going to do..." Before Rong Yan finished speaking, Hughes had already lifted her into his arms, "Hey, hey, put me down."

The posture of the princess hugging is still a bit awkward for a big man. Rong Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed it a few times, but he couldn't let Hughes let go with punches and kicks. But flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, my young master is ignorant, and I've caused you trouble." Hughes said politely to the woman, pressing his hand firmly on his young master who was still trying to do some small movements, unaware of how ambiguous his current actions were.

"It's okay, it's okay, you should go back and pay attention." The woman waved her hand generously, and cast a playful look at Rong Yan, who was being carried by the princess.

"Look..." Rong Yan became furious, and was about to say something, but was interrupted suddenly.

"Let's go, let's go back." As Hughes said, he ignored his little master's mood, abruptly hugged him a little higher, and walked out.

Even though the two were returning home by car, many people still saw the two passing by, one holding the other.

Hughes didn't care, but Rong Yan was used to it, and only occasionally complained angrily to ask Hughes to let him go, but he never succeeded.

"Here, let me go."

Seeing that the villa was approaching, Rong Yan tried his best again, but this time Hughes let him go without saying anything.

"I wish I had let go earlier." Rong Yan muttered.

Hughes didn't hear it at all, and quietly followed Rong Yan half a step behind.

"Young master, you should finish your studies and get your optical brain." Hughes said, and opened the door with Rong Yan's uneasy expression, "So I invited a few teachers for you in advance. "

Twenty "teachers" with different shapes and temperaments stood in front of Rong Yan.

All of a sudden, he seemed to experience the fear of being dominated by learning.