Vol 2 Chapter 619: Ask Xian Huangquan (1)

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The first kite found that she did not immediately be sent to the new plane.
But there is a dark space.
Or maybe... she is blind.
Of course, that is impossible. The first kite is sure that he is in a dark space.
There are no sounds around.
[Miss sister. 】
The sound of the king's voice sounded.
There was light shining in front of her.
One meter is illuminated, the ground is very strange, like stepping on the void...
What a ghost place?
[Miss sister, because of some accidents, I need you to go back now. 】
The first kite was quietly looking around.
"What do you mean? You want to let go?"
【Yes. 】
"you sure?"
[Miss sister, please don't question me. The sound of the king's number did not change much, and it was still the cheerful childish voice.
"You let me go back, why do you think I will be at your mercy?"
[Miss sister, you have to believe me, you can't beat me. 】 Wang is very confident: [Miss sister, I will not abandon you, you can rest assured! 】
First kite: "..."
I put a hammer in my heart.
[Okay, please miss the sister, now I will send you back. 】
The king reminded the kite to close his eyes.
In fact, when the voice of it fell, the first kite felt a dizzy.
It seems to fall from a height.
Then landed on the ground.
boom--
The kite got up, the glass ball on hand fell to the ground, and the sly rolled over the wooden floor, and the sound of the cymbal was a mess.
The first kite felt a little dizzy and disgusting.
The whole person feels shaking, spinning...
For a while, the blurred picture in front of the kite gradually became clear.
Wooden quaint room with a bed placed against the wall.
There are a few paintings hanging on the innermost wall, and it looks like some years.
The bed is facing a wooden table. There are a lot of transparent porcelain bottles on the table top, some are empty, and some are faintly light inside, like colorful fireflies inside.
Next to the table is the Duobao Pavilion, which is full of messy things.
Large to a vase, as small as a button.
There is also a cupboard on the other side, the cabinet is half open and there are clothes inside.
A familiar environment.
Familiar furnishings.
Is she really coming back?
The glass ball that had just rolled to the ground slowly rolled back.
The glass ball unfolds and the cockroach transforms into a small robot.
It's made of glass-like material, but obviously it's not glass, because glass can't be changed from one ball to one.
The robot is very small, probably as high as a mobile phone.
If it has human skin, it is like a mini version of humans.
Most of the rooms are quaint, revealing the sense of the times, but this robot is full of science fiction.
The robotic glassy eyes are staring at the kite.
"Master, you slept for nine days and eight hours, sleep is seriously exceeded, orders are piled up...hey, one, two, three..."
The robot slowly counts up.
Its voice is also a child's voice, and it is the sound of milk in the milk of two or three years old.
The first kite slammed into the past: "How much."
The complaint of the grievance of the robot: "The people have not finished counting."
First kite: "You haven't finished counting for nine days and eight hours, and keep what you do."
The robot raised his arms and hugged his head: "Twelve singles."
Because the arm is too short, the robot pose is particularly funny.
She slept for nine days...
And in those worlds, she should be seventeen worlds, equivalent to a world for half a day.
"Son of a bitch?"
The innocent way of the robot: "Master, how can you swear? No... 骂 the robot is not right, I am protected by the law!"
"You are an illegal product, which law protects you?"
"..."
[Miss sister. The sound of the king's voice sounds: [You need to solve your troubles as soon as possible. When the time is up, I will send you again. 】
This time the king seems to be a voice.
The sound was not from her mind.
"Who is talking? Who is talking?" The robot turned in circles: "Who! Come out!!"
The voice of the milky milk is not at all.
[咦...] The King’s number seems a bit curious: [How is this robot... not quite right? 】
The kite kicked the robot into the bottom of the bed.
The robot seems to be stuck, and it’s squatting under the bed.
The first kite retracted his foot if nothing happened: "Why do you think I will follow you to the inexplicable world?"
Now here is her place, her home.
[Miss sister cheers! The King’s number dropped this sentence and there was no movement.
First kite: "..."
This posture is representative, and the has a way to send her to the world again.
damn thing!
The robot climbed out from under the bed: "Hey, master, how long have you been at the bottom of the bed, and you have killed someone."
The kite sat down on the chair and fell into meditation with an unclear look.
What do you want to do?
What is it again...
For a long time, the first kite asked: "Is anyone here?"
"Yes, people knock on the door every day for two days. People are afraid of fear and don't dare to open the door."
"Who is knocking on the door?"
The ‘哒’ of the robot, the holographic projection is thrown into the air.
A man in a suit, standing in the doorway, seemed to be nervously knocking on the door.
"It is this person, come every day."
The first kite finger clicked on the holographic projection, and soon the page jumped to another page. The various images on the page scrolled, a bit like a treasure.
[unprocessed order 12]
The mechanical reminder sounds.
The first kite will open the order and take the robot out after reading.
Outside the door is the stairs.
Under the stairs is a small shop with a variety of scented paper candles.
Yes.
It is a scented wax paper candle.
The kind that burned to the dead.
What the kite needs to do now is to send the courier.
Daxie is also rushing for a living.
The kite packed the things, just ready to call people to collect, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Come on, come again." The robot circled in place: "It is him, he is him."
First kite: "..."
Below the house is the storefront, which can be opened, and the street is just outside, which is no different from ordinary shops.
The second floor is a residential area that can be accessed from the other side, just like an ordinary community.
The kite went upstairs, passed through the room just now, and passed from the other door, here is the living room and bathroom.
The style of the living room is no different from the bedroom.
The antique furniture, the paintings on the wall, are all paintings with a sense of time. The whole space can hardly see anything that is particularly modern.
The floor is wooden, stepping on it, squeaking, and the quaintness of a long time comes.