This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 619 Asking Immortal Huangquan (1)

   Chuzheng found that he was not immediately sent to the new plane this time.

   instead exists in a dark space.

   Or maybe... she's blind.

   Of course that is impossible, Chuzheng was sure that he was in a dark space.

   There was no sound around.

  【Miss. 】

   The voice of the King sounded.

   A light lit up in front of her.

   One meter in radius is illuminated, the ground is very strange, like stepping on the void...

   What the **** is this place?

  【Miss, due to some accidents, I need you to go back now. 】

   Chuzheng looked around calmly.

   "What do you mean? Are you going to let me go back?" Would the **** be so good?

【Yes. 】

"you sure?"

  【Miss, please don’t question me. 】 The voice of the king has not changed much, it is still the cheerful child's voice.

   "You let me go back, why do you think I'll be at your mercy?"

  【Miss, you have to believe me, you can't get rid of me. 】The king is very confident: 【Miss, I won't abandon you casually, don't worry! 】

   Chuzheng: "..."

  I put a hammer in the heart.

  【Okay, please close your eyes, Miss, now I'm going to take you back. 】

  The King reminded Chuzheng to close his eyes.

   In fact, Chuzheng felt a dizziness when its voice fell.

   is like falling from the sky.

   then landed on the ground.

boom--

   Chuzheng got up, the glass ball in his hand fell to the ground, and rolled over the wooden floor with a screeching sound.

   Chuzheng felt a little dizzy and nauseous.

   The whole person feels shaking, spinning...

   After a while, the blurry picture in front of Chuzheng's eyes gradually became clear.

   Wooden rustic room with a bed against the wall.

   There are several paintings hanging on the innermost wall, which seem to be a little old.

   The bed was facing a wooden table, and on the table were many finger-high transparent porcelain vases. Some were empty, and some were faintly glowing, like colorful fireflies inside.

   Next to the table is the Duobao Pavilion shelf, which is full of messy things.

   As big as a vase, as small as a button.

   There is also a cabinet on the other side. The cabinet is half open, and it is full of clothes.

   Familiar environment.

   Familiar furnishings.

   Is she really back?

   The glass ball that rolled to the ground just now rolled back slowly.

  The glass ball unfolded and transformed into a small robot.

  It is made of glass-like material all over the body, but it is obviously not glass, because glass cannot transform from a ball into a robot.

  The robot is very small, about the height of a mobile phone.

   If it has human skin, it's like a miniature version of a human.

   Most of the rooms are quaint, with a sense of age, but this robot is full of science fiction.

  The glass-like eyes of the robot stared at Chuzheng intently.

   "Master, you slept for nine days and eight hours, your sleep is seriously exceeded, and orders are piled up... um, one, two, three..."

  The robot counted slowly.

  It's voice is also a child's voice, and it's the milky voice of two or three years old.

   Chuzheng kicked over: "How much."

  The robot complained of grievance: "People haven't finished counting yet."

   Chuzheng: "You haven't counted nine days and eight hours, so what are you doing with me?"

  The robot raised its arms and hugged its head: "Twelve orders."

  Because the arms are too short, the pose of the robot looks particularly funny.

  She slept for nine days...

   And in those worlds, she should be seventeen worlds, which is equivalent to one world for half a day.

"Son of a bitch?"

  The robot said innocently: "Master, how can you scold people? No... It's not right to scold the robot, I am protected by the law!"

   "You are an illegal product, which law protects you?" Chuzheng replied coldly.

  “…”

  【Miss. 】The king's voice sounded: 【You need to solve the trouble on your side as soon as possible. When the time is up, I will send you there again. 】

   This time, the King's number seems to be an external voice.

The    voice didn't come from her head.

   "Who's talking? Who's talking?" The robot circled in place: "Who is it! Come out!!"

   That milky voice was not imposing at all.

   [Huh...] The King seems to be a little curious: [Why is this robot... not right? 】

   Chuzheng kicked the robot under the bed.

  The robot seemed to be stuck, babbling under the bed.

  Chuzheng withdrew his feet as if nothing had happened: "Why do you think I would still go with you to that inexplicable world?"

   Now here is her turf, her home.

  【Come on, Miss! 】 The King dropped this sentence, and there was no movement.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   This posture is representative, the **** has a way to send her to those worlds again.

**** thing!

  Didn't you say I'm dead?

   I knew this dog was lying to me!

   How could she have died inexplicably!

  The robot crawled out from under the bed: "Bah ah ah, master, you haven't cleaned the bottom of your bed for a long time, and you are choking to death."

   Chuzheng sat down on the chair, lost in thought.

  What the **** do you want to do?

   What is it...

   After a long time, Chuzheng asked, "Has anyone been here?"

   "Yes, there are people knocking on the door every day for the past two days. People are afraid and afraid to open the door." The robot complained in a milky voice.

   "Who knocked on the door?"

   The robot made a 'da' sound, and the holographic projection was thrown into the air.

   A man in a suit, standing at the door, seemed to be knocking nervously.

   "It's this person, who comes every day."

   Chuzheng tapped with his finger in the holographic projection, and soon the page jumped to another page, with various pictures scrolling on the page, a bit like a certain treasure.

  [Unprocessed order 12]

   A mechanical beep sounds.

   Chuzheng opened the order and took the robot out after reading it.

  The stairs are just outside the door.

   Down the stairs is a small shop with various scented paper candles.

Yes.

   is a scented paper candle.

  The kind that are burned to the dead.

   And what Chuzheng has to do now is to send express.

  The boss also has to run for a living.

   Chuzheng packed up the things and was about to call someone to collect them when there was a knock on the door upstairs.

   "Come, come again." The robot circled in place: "It's him, it's him, it's him."

   Chuzheng: "..."

   There is a storefront under this house, which can be opened. Outside is the main street, which is no different from ordinary stores.

  The second floor is the residential area, you can go up from the other side, just like ordinary residential areas, there are doors.

  Chuzheng went upstairs, passed through the room just now, and passed through another door. This is the living room and bathroom.

   The style of the living room is no different from that of the bedroom.

   Antique furniture and paintings hanging on the walls are all paintings with a sense of age. In the whole space, there is almost nothing that is particularly modern.

  The floor is made of wood, and when you step on it, there is a crunching sound, and the ancient simplicity is blowing.

   (end of this chapter)