Chapter 470: Robots
It was only when he got his affirmative answer that he was relieved. Gently pinching the muscles in his legs, he puffed up, and he hadn't exercised for a long time. The muscles in the legs are starting to atrophy a little. It is not proportional to the upper body, as if it were a child without an adult. It's very skinny to the touch. It looks like this is going to be cultivated on its own. It will take a long time to recover from him.
The painter's expression was also very embarrassed, because it was the first time that his flaws were directly exposed in front of Mo Fei. When the two of them discussed this matter, in fact, when they proposed to recover their legs, they were very unbelievable in their hearts, because the concept that he had instilled in him since he was a monk was that he was about to be like this for the rest of his life. There is no possibility or opportunity to get back on your feet. Because I was very mindful of this, I always liked to play football before my legs became like this, and I never searched for anything about it since. Now that I think about it, I am really naΓ―ve enough, their group of despicable villains, I still believe what they say. I might have had a chance to recover, but it's hard to say, maybe the monk also knew what he was thinking when he was not able to do it at the time, and he tried his best to block his thoughts.
Mo Fei has been massaging and relaxing the muscles of the painter's legs, and he has been busy for most of the day, but fortunately, he will not feel tired. It wasn't until the painter was a little embarrassed that he stopped moving completely.
Seeing this, the painter was in a good mood. I wanted to go to the studio to paint, so I pushed him to the studio, but in the process of pushing over, I accidentally knocked over a plate of paint, and the plate of colorful paint was instantly sprinkled on many finished words next to it. It was even stained with the painting that was being created. Could it be that my heart has stopped, oh no, I should say that I feel like I'm going to lose power. I'm usually very careful, why are I so careless here, I don't dare to look up, every writer will especially love his own works, and treat his works like his own children. Now I don't just do this kind of thing to other people's children. And more than one child has been harmed.
He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and crouched down, trying to clean the paint, but how could it be like something else? It will only become more and more blurry the whole painting the more you rub it, but the whole person is stupid The more nervous you are, the more flustered your hands become, and you almost don't dare to look up.
It's that everyone is going to suffocate, and the relationship between the two is finally getting better now. Immediately afterward, Mo Fei noticed that there seemed to be a shadow on his head. Mo Fei looked up nervously, and the painter reached out and almost touched the top of his head, but he looked at it tightly with his eyes closed. At this moment, I'm afraid that I'm going to clean up the information again, but the whole person is desperate, this task shouldn't be completely cool, I'll be stuck here in the future, and I can't finish it anymore.
At that moment when the painter just now, to be honest, people were all stupid, and this was indeed his own hard work for a long time. Even if you re-paint it, you won't have the same feeling as it did at the beginning. Although I felt very sorry in my heart, I didn't blame it, so I didn't mean it. Seeing that Mo Fei was so nervous, he wanted to reach out and touch Mo Fei to comfort him.
But I didn't expect Mo Fei to have such a big reaction, and sure enough, I still knew about that thing, and I had always thought so in my heart. Maybe he didn't know the original thing at all, but he just awakened his consciousness. I've always fantasized like this, it turns out that I have always known everything, and only I am stupid. Could it be that how much hard work I have endured for myself during this time, how uncomfortable it must be, while enduring myself, I have to take care of myself. I suddenly felt a special tingling in my heart. It's like thousands of needles constantly piercing your heart.
When the painter saw it, he was so afraid that he silently withdrew his hand, his eyes were full of injuries, and he turned his back and didn't want to let go, so he saw his emotions at this time.
"Actually, you always remember that incident, right, but you just kept pretending to forget about it and continue to get along with me like this."
Mo Fei looked at the back of the painter and exhaled softly, but fortunately, the other party did not plan to regain his memory again. As long as the memory is still there, then I still have more chances, Mo Fei's eyes rolled, it seems that the other party has always minded this matter, and now his reaction just now, if he doesn't mind at all, it is unlikely. I'm trying to think about how to answer what is a foolproof solution.
"Don't think about how to answer me, just tell me what you're thinking." The painter didn't know what he was thinking. Although Mo Fei is now completely like a person, he will no longer treat Mo Fei as a robot in the process of getting along, but he is still very scared, Mo Fei will return to his original state because of this matter, if Mo Fei is very mindful, he will return to his original state. Then I really can't help it. Now it is inseparable from himself, however, if he is really erased, his memory. You are the only one who suffers.
"I remember that, but I don't blame you. You didn't do anything wrong about that, and if it were me, I wouldn't have been able to accept it. I don't want to hide it from you, and I don't want to deceive you. From the moment I became conscious, I knew all the information. I also cut off contact with the Chu family, and they can't see what you're doing. I won't do anything for them in the future. It does have something to do with me. If I had made up my mind earlier, it would have been good. In this matter, in fact, it is you who have been hurt the most, I have only suffered a little flesh and skin, and besides, I don't feel pain. If I had experienced something like this that made me fully conscious. Then I've experienced it ten times and a hundred times. It's not much for me either. β
This is the truest thought in Mo Fei's heart, just the state in which he first came to this world, to be honest, if it has always been in that state, it is estimated that he will not be able to complete the task in this life. So if you can really choose for yourself, it doesn't matter how many times you have really experienced it. For Mo Fei, it's actually a good thing. It's just that the focus now is on how this guy can pass this hurdle in his heart.
Chu Fengli lowered his head, if he had to scold himself for a few words, he would be a little more comfortable in his heart. But it was just like this that he finished talking about all his experiences lightly, as if these were not things, but it made him feel very uncomfortable. If you have to beat yourself and scold yourself. For Chu Fengli, the opposite is still a good thing. Now I don't know what's going on, and suddenly it's a little hard to face.
"You go out first, you don't have to clean up here, let me be alone for a while, okay? I'm sorry for you lately. But it's too late to say anything. Anyway, I've done you a lot of damage, and I can't just pretend to be over like that. β
Pretending that nothing is going on, I just turned the page on this matter, and I couldn't do it. In that case, he must have never cared in his heart, and the more he cared, the more difficult it was for Mo Fei to accept that he had done such a thing to Mo Fei, and Mo Fei's actions just now were definitely not cheating. Mo Fei's heart must be very uncomfortable, he must not have recovered yet, and he still has to take care of himself like this every day. Pretending to be a nobody, but he never asked, how did he feel. has been cowardly cowering in this snail shell, but he refuses to face reality.
It's good now, but it makes Mo Fei comfort himself in turn, and suddenly feels that he is really ridiculous. Mo Fei also knew that his mood was definitely not particularly good at this time, so instead of staying here to comfort him, it was better to let him think about it here. Sometimes it doesn't mean that your companionship and comfort are necessarily effective. Maybe sometimes others just want to be alone for a while. You give someone a space, maybe it's a better option for him. Mo Fei silently closed the door and left quietly, there was no way, this matter may not be of much help, so he could only wait for this guy to open it himself.
Could it be that he sighed and turned on the TV and started watching the news? Recently, there has been more and more news that robots have taken on their own consciousness and are starting to hurt people. I don't know if it's because I'm paying special attention to it or what, but there's always been a lot of news lately. There may have been one or two positive reports about robots having consciousness of their own, but now there are none. You don't have to think about it to know what the current evaluation of robots is.
The video of the interview is basically one-sided, all hoping to stop the robot like the robot will never exist again. Some people say that robots have replaced their jobs, and now they have no home to go back to. Every day, they can only live by begging for food. One day, there was a robot that brought him a little food. Make yourself feel special ridicule.
"You shouldn't give this guy food, and after eating, he still speaks ill of others, which is really amazing. For that reason alone, I don't want you to come to work in my house. β
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