Chapter 908: Deity (19)

Obviously, the robot's expression was stunned.
It's rare for Celer to have such a human expression.
"Frozen?"
As an intelligent robot from the future interstellar era, Ciller naturally knew what this meant.
The girl nodded.
The soft tone came with obvious complaints.
"I called you last night, and you ignored me. Siler, you said before that you don't need to sleep, but you fell into a deep sleep last night. Isn't this a crash?"
The beautiful robot was silent.
This was obviously unexpected by Ciller.
Ashamed, he didn't know what happened last night or what happened.
a long time.
Cyler spoke slowly, his tone of voice still unchanged, graceful and polite, "I'm sorry, Master, this is Cyler's negligence, which has frightened you. But...I don't know what happened... Master, please punish you."
Talking.
The handsome and elegant blond gentleman fell on his knees and bowed his head towards his master.
Fu Yue was taken aback.
She didn't expect Ciller to come out like this.
There is no need to punish or punish.
There was a moment of silence.
The girl waved her hand and said weakly, "Forget it, it's okay."
She is so angry with a robot.
Seeing that Ciller was still half-kneeling on the spot, like a handsome sculpture, Fu Yue was a little helpless: "You stand up, don't just kneel...in front of me, there is no need for this."
Hoddle put his hand on his shoulder and bowed to a gentleman's obedience.
Looking down: "Yes."
It was late autumn now, and there was light rain outside. The raindrops slapped on the eaves of the attic, dripping slowly, dripping onto the fallen leaves, making a dull sound.
Fu Yue's mood also became irritable with the sound of the raindrops.
She pushed away the quilt on her body. She was only wearing a black nightdress with silk fabric. The edge of the upper skirt was embroidered with complicated patterns, which was low-key and delicate.
The night skirt is very thin.
Even if the fireplace is lit in the room, it is still a bit cold. The kind of cold in late autumn is the kind that can penetrate into the bones unknowingly.
Fu Yue sneezed.
Ciller had already stood up. He picked up the coat on the side and wanted to put on Fu Yue, but he did not expect to be avoided by the other party.
The robot's movements froze in place.
"..."
Cyrel's eyes paused clearly.
He scanned it out.
The owner is not happy now.
But why?
"Master, the weather is cold, put on your clothes, or you will catch a cold."
The robot is well-behaved and considerate.
People can't fault it.
Fu Yue glanced at him, not knowing what anger was in her heart.
"No, I'm not cold."
As she said, she reached out and lifted her long black hair to the back of her shoulders, revealing a white face. The girl's face was largely inherited from her mother, which is a typical oriental beauty.
Black hair, black eyes, red lips and white teeth.
Except for the tall nose and slightly deep eyebrows, she inherited her name from the duke father.
Cyrel's gaze fell on her face.
The vision of the robot is excellent.
He clearly saw a small hole in the girl's small and shiny red lips.
Obviously, it was bitten.
Ciller was obviously stunned, for a long time.
Fu Yue thought he was dead again.