Asari told them all about his confidence.

Zheng Ying felt even more strange.

He yelled in a state of entanglement to death: This thing is not scientific.

Yes, within the limits of his cognition and understanding, it is not scientific at all.

It is no longer possible to be conceited and above others.

It seems that in front of this freak in front of her, Zheng Ying felt a trace of inferiority.

Cheng Guoyu also saw this.

The kind of disdain, and I want to be curious to study and understand, but I can't speak, and I can't accept this answer in my heart.

Cheng Guoyu said half-sarcastically: "Master, so be it, anyway, he is him, you have your own merits." You can't have a doppelganger, so others can't have it. ”

Zheng Ying turned her head and glared at him: "What kind of doppelganger am I, when did I use that thing?" ”

"Isn't it an exaggeration enough that the Gentleman series of humanoid robots produced 200 at once? My Master! ”

Zheng Ying frowned and couldn't say anything else, because what he said did make some sense, he had created the tired robot and produced a series of gentlemen.

It's all about being used as a life-saving thing in an unnecessary and unavoidable moment.

But after a long time, the two robots of Gentleman No. 1 and Gentleman No. 2 have almost become inseparable friends, looking like bodyguards, but in fact, he is willing to discuss many things with the robots.

Compared to this stupid apprentice of his own.

At least the robot will analyze calmly and will not work against itself.

Compared to their bedside lover, robots don't have to be coquettish, they can do what they say, as long as you give enough orders, they absolutely complete it, never hesitate.

But after last night's incident.

Compared to the brick man clone in front of him.

Zheng Ying felt that his steel and iron robot was much inferior to the things he made of rotten wood.

Many of them are their own inferiority complex, or they are missing their childhood dreams, which they can't fulfill when they grow up, so that they are all fuss about what they see now.

When he was a child, he wanted to be real, like the dragon maker Wu Jifang, to create creatures with independent life and thinking ability in the pure sense.

If others see through his heart, Zheng Ying is afraid that others will respond with infinite ridicule and teasing.

Because he is like the clown abandoned by the world, hiding in the dark and narrow drill car to survive.

Then build a bunch of large toys to act as oneself, but a substitute for dreams.

When Asari and his 10 bricks appeared.

Zheng Ying's feeling became more and more intense.

It's as if someone is saying to him from a third perspective: Look at you so smart, you are the most creative talent in human history.

But you can't, you went to the country of Feixun Rensi, met the tree king, and saw the large mountain beast.

I even met your childhood idol and met the dragon he created.

It's a pity that a few pieces of wood have made something more powerful than your steel-and-iron robot, and even the head of the Seven Divine Soldiers of the Third Base, Lin Weibing is not an equal combat power.

This way of thinking from a third perspective.

When Zheng Ying was alone, when she was meditating and looking for inspiration, she invented something that didn't even exist in the first theory.

He was used to it, like a normal schizophrenic.

The so-called normal is because he is not sick, and the so-called split-minded is because he cares about answers that do not belong to his heart, and he wants to hear praise from others.

It's a pity that when I met this guy, that kind of praise was gone.

"Don't bother with the handsome guy, I'll tell you my story, maybe it will help you!" Asari grinned and said, not at all like a soldier.

Zheng Ying raised her head and glared, and that look seemed to say: Who knows your story?

Asari seemed to understand his eyes, and nodded his head.

"Well, I'll tell you my story, maybe it will help you in some way, like invention or something."

With that, he waved his hand at the sentinel in the distance.

The sentry stood upright, saluted him, and left his post.

"Let's go, the sentinel's gazebo has everything in it, and we can talk while drinking tea there."

Cheng Guoyu hit Zheng Ying with his arm: "Hey, Master, you say...... Is my friend sick? ”

"What's wrong with him? What disease? Zheng Ying asked seriously.

Cheng Guoyu scratched his head: "Maybe my illusion is nothing, let's go." ”

Who knows, Zheng Ying came to counter-terrorism and said: "Is it your childhood playmate here, a friend who grew up together, suddenly disliked you so much, and used all those respectful etiquette on me, do you feel out of favor?" ”

"Huh? Disfavor? "What does Cheng Guoyu mean when he doesn't react?

Zheng Ying scoffed and walked forward.

……

It was probably when Cheng Guoyu was 12 years old.

Asari officially took the monkey as his name.

Chao Li has become his own file record, whether it is outside or in the army, no one knows this name, except for Cheng Guoyu.

At that time, it was also in Qingluo, and it was still an ordinary military base.

The experience of picking up the inside is like a joke.

"Take a look, there's no such shop in this village! The new juggling is energetic, beautiful and fun, those who have money hold a money field, and those who don't have money hold a personal field to extort ......"

At a bazaar, a crowd of people formed a circle.

A monkey carrying a log was in it.

played a puppet show, and made a signboard with great fanfare.

The banner reads: Master of Ventriloquism.

People who can call themselves masters are basically looking for sprays, unless they really have some ability, otherwise others like to find faults.

So a group of people came around, and a few of them seemed to kill Matt.

One of them had yellow hair that looked like it was about to explode.

There is a silver ring on the lips and nose, and it is not known if it is real or plastic.

Anyway, he just walked away very arrogantly, and came over and stepped on the stall in a serious manner.

roared arrogantly: "Mom, you have a handle, are you a women's master?" Brothers are all single, what's the matter, since you are a master, how many will you introduce? ”

Chao Li smirked: "Hey, hey, big brothers, are you stuffing donkey hair in your ears?" Little brother, I'm just eating with a mouthful, I'm talking about a women's master, not a women's master! How old are you? Thinking about your daughter-in-law and going crazy, right? ”

Speaking the hardest words, the appearance of not putting others in his eyes, his tone and eyes are full of kindness.

At first, others thought he was talking well.

No one in the distance could hear what he was saying.

But the yellow hair of the person concerned, he heard it clearly.

And he still couldn't believe it, thinking that no one would dare to provoke him on this street.

Since he provoked it, then next, the person who offended him will definitely not have a good time.

Huang Mao really kicked the juggling stall that was picked up inward.

Soon several little brothers behind him all gathered around, and their heads were like skittles, red, yellow, green, white, but not black.