The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Everything was over, and the spacecraft moved forward along the set flight track again. After setting up the driving plan, Lyle glanced at An Minghui, who was still a little dazed by the side.

"What were you thinking about just now?" He asked a little dissatisfied. Although he hardly had any free moment just now, he still noticed An Minghui's expression at that time. Pull it out and die?"

From the very beginning, he deliberately released the news to let the people of the rescuer group know that he would pass by this direction, because he wanted to solve this hidden danger of not being able to make waves before completely moving. It is more convenient and quicker for the other party to send him to death by himself, so he chose this plan in the end.

It didn't surprise Lyle that the other party would join forces with the Federal Army. He was not an ordinary person who likes to distinguish between black and white. It is not as incredible as it sounds that criminal groups and the military join hands-as long as there are enough interests or Motivation, no two organizations in the world are absolutely impossible to cooperate.

Because he didn't think it was something worth mentioning, Lyle didn't tell An Minghui in advance. It wasn't until he saw An Minghui's worried expression that he thought he should tell this person in advance to save him Show such an expression.

"It's not..." An Minghui waved his hands helplessly, "I've never doubted your ability." It's just that I'm used to every sudden death, and according to previous experience, his death is not What can be avoided by being cautious is more of an inevitable event that transcends human power.

"Maybe you had some other opinions before, but from now on you have to remember what I said." Lyle stood up from the driver's seat, leaning one hand on the wall behind him from Anming's dark side, slightly Squinting your eyes, you stared at him and said word by word, "Before I die completely, you don't need to think about anything about death, not at all. Even if I really die, you just need to think about killing me What to do with the dead body is enough, and you can't have anything."

Maybe it's because of a unilateral massacre just now, Lyle's eyes at the moment look different from usual, much more sharp and crazy than usual, those extremely paranoid eyes look like It's like swallowing him in one gulp.

Dazed, An Minghui smiled, and then asked gently: "Are you so confident? But there are so many unexpected accidents in the world, for example, if the spaceship we are on explodes in a second, what should we do?" Woolen cloth?"

"Even if that's the case, I'll catch you back from hell." Hearing his rhetorical question, Lyle laughed. That smile looked like a complete lunatic, with a love so strong that it cannot be diluted. It is also difficult for ordinary people to understand the words, "You know, I am a bad person. You chose to come to this point by yourself. I have given you many chances to regret it. Ann, you will never have a chance to get rid of me."

"Lair." Sighing helplessly, An Minghui interrupted Lyle, who was not in the right state, and raised his hand to pinch the other's cheek, making that rather crazy expression change. Out of shape, it seemed a little funny, he asked softly, "If I want to break up, will you kill me? Or lock me up?"

Lyle wanted to nod and tell him: Of course, I will lock you up in a place where no one can find you, and then you will only have me in your world, don't even think about getting rid of me.

But the reality was that not only could he not speak, but it was extremely difficult for him to even nod his head.

Because he knows he can't do it.

Even if he got to that point, he still couldn't lock this person up, because his mentality was not strong enough to face the hatred and indifference from this person, and he didn't even need to go to this step. I needed to soften my voice to plead with myself a few words, but I couldn't help but let him out.

So his final answer was: "I will delete all your memories and start from scratch."

"What if I beg you not to erase my memory?"

"..." He was speechless once again, and Lyle felt that sooner or later he would be pissed to death by this person.

In my heart, I felt that this person was deliberately arguing with me, so Lyle stopped answering An Minghui's question, but just pressed the person against the wall, leaned forward and bit him fiercely, that would always make him speechless lips.

——Don’t ask some questions that shouldn’t be asked, do you have to let me describe myself as a poor wretch who has been dumped and can’t do anything to be satisfied? !

Patting Lyle's back comfortingly, An Minghui did not refuse this violent but cautious kiss, and after a while he said softly: "Okay, I know you won't hurt me, ask this The problem is just to let you not be too proud, lest one day there is an unexpected accident and it will be too late to regret, it has no other meaning."

"You're an even more bastard than me." Lyle hugged his waist, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said sullenly.

He just likes to make fun of some unimportant people at random. This person is good, because others like him, he is almost lawless. He dares to say anything casually, and he doesn't think about how difficult it is for the listener to answer.

When making the body shape of this robot, because it was so handy in the process of making it, there was almost no need to think about it, as if every part of the robot's body had been integrated into his brain long ago, and the final produced The finished product really made him look very pleasing to the eye, and there was hardly any place that he wanted to modify after it was finished at one time, so Lyle thought with interest at the time: It was like making his own dream lover, what a pity I've never had that kind of thing myself.

At that time, how could he have imagined that what he created was really the lover of his dreams, and he could be so fascinated by himself that he couldn't care about anything else like now.

"Well, it's my fault. I won't give such an example again in the future."

After listening to such gentle words of comfort, Lyle felt that his heart began to malfunction again. Sure enough, the man-made things were still not as easy to use as the original ones, and they malfunctioned all day long, beating so fast as if they were about to explode same.

After hugging quietly like this for a while, An Minghui heard the person hugging him whisper: "You can ask for anything, it doesn't matter how much it is, except for breaking up."

"I beg you, don't leave me."

An Ming guessed that Lyle had never talked to anyone in such a humble manner in his life, let alone begging for something from others.Although it was a bit strange to mix the sentence patterns of requests and orders, at least it was enough for him to appreciate Lyle's seriousness.

"If I'm not here, who will be your exclusive model?" He hugged Lyle back, laughed a few times and continued, "Although I think you have made enough dolls, but you are not Do you want to do more? Even if it is to provide you with new inspiration, I will not leave. Don't be so worried, I'm just talking casually, you are so serious that I feel as if I have done something too much thing."

The intimate state of hugging like this is easy to misfire, although An Minghui has always been relatively slow in this aspect, but his boyfriend who can't stand him is always very interested in this aspect.

If it wasn't because he knew that Lyle made himself on a whim, An Minghui would suspect that he used such high-end technology to create a robot with a degree of fidelity exceeding 90.00%[-], because he had bad intentions in the first place.

This accident ended in a mischief in the cab. An Minghui tried to suggest going back to the room to do it, but Lyle didn't want to go around in this circle.

***

The new home that Lyle bought on the new planet made An Minghui pause for a moment when he saw it for the first time, then stood there watching the little robot carrying things back and forth into the house, and said to Lyle helplessly: "Do you think I bought such a big house because I was too free before?"

The building is three stories high, and roughly estimated to occupy an area of ​​several hundred square meters. Such a well-renovated mansion usually makes people feel satisfied, but An Minghui has long been used to living in various places, even the imperial palace. I have lived in them all, and now when I see a house of this size, the first thing I think of is the workload of cleaning.

It would take a long time to clean such a house even if the cleaning system is controlled.

"I'll make a few robots to take care of these things." Lyle replied quickly, obviously having already thought up the plan, and at the same time walked briskly into the house with the two boxes of figures in his arms, "You You don’t have to worry about these things.”

Who would have thought that Liar, who used to be a headache for the entire Federation, is now doing these trivial things-it is also a figure and a cleaning robot, completely without the posture of an interstellar criminal.

An Minghui walked in with Lyle, opened the box and helped him arrange the figures in the box, and then saw him pick up a few small bags from another separate box, and looked carefully, it seemed to be Plant seeds.

"Do you like to plant flowers or trees?" Lyle asked very seriously, and he continued to take out gadgets one after another from the box when he asked, these are different from the complicated gadgets he usually uses that are obviously expensive at first glance Different, a discerning eye can see that all of them are the most basic gardening supplies.

"..." After a moment of silence, An Minghui replied, "I'm fine."

"Then plant a few."

An Minghui sat on the sofa, watching Lyle walk to the garden with a box of things, and then turned his head to look at the moving robot that was still busy inside and out, feeling dumbfounded for a while.

The author has something to say: The work diary of an agricultural teacher:

After wasting so much effort, I finally moved today.

Afterwards, the dolls will be placed in a special collection room

Seeds should be planted as soon as possible

Liar is officially dead as of today.

It's good to die for that stupid robot, right?