The little guy was in a hurry, and rushed over with a rattle, looking at him very nervously.

In order to prevent being seen by the people around her, she thought about it, suddenly turned her head again, and glanced at Lu Chengjun Ya vigorously: [Take people away!] ]

[…… Okga! ]

Although he didn't know what was going on, seeing that the little ancestor seemed to be very nervous, Lu Chengjun could only scratch his head and stand up quickly.

Speaking to the crowd, "What's that...... Everyone put down their work and follow me to the courtyard to gather, today is the first day we have just moved in, I have something to say to you! ”

“…… Okay young master. ”

Soon, the crowd all exited the dining room.

Xiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and immediately approached Tong Moyan's feet tightly, and quacked at him worriedly: "Brother Moyan, what's wrong with you?" What happened? ”

“…… I don't know ...... either."

Tong Moyan squinted his eyes tightly, his handsome face was painfully twisted, and his mouth kept snorting, "It's just that my head hurts a little...... Strange, how can I have a headache......"

He is a wisp of ghost, and he has long lost the pain of his body.

Why, after listening to that news, the whole soul felt as if it had been violently struck by something, and it was painful......

Although, he is no longer "born".

"Huh?"

Xiang Xing didn't understand what he said at all, and the duckling's head was full of anxious question marks.

But seeing that the man looked like he couldn't think, the little guy frowned, and had to slowly retrace everything that had just happened.

From the moment she saw Tong Moyan's strange appearance, at that time, it seemed that Xiao Zheng was reading some robot-related news or something. 14

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing suddenly remembered Tong Moyan's plot character.

It seems to be mentioned that what he was engaged in before his death was related to some high-tech smart devices.

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The little duck stared at the mung bean in puzzlement, and then glanced at Tong Moyan a few times.

found that his pain seemed to have gradually subsided, and the brow that was almost frowning gradually stretched a little.

Finally, Tong Moyan's hands slowly moved down from his head.

Then, I saw him pause, and suddenly quickly stretched out his hand, picked up the little one, and hugged him tightly into his arms.

Feeling that small warmth, the man suddenly felt much more relieved, and the speed at which the pain faded became faster and faster.

I don't know how long it took, Xiang Xing only listened to him let out a long sigh of relief, and the whole soul finally eased up and sat down on the ground.

But he didn't let go of her at all, and was still greedily absorbing these slight warmths.

Looking at his appearance, Xiang Xing's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his heart.

can only stretch out the duck's neck, carefully rub against his slender neck with beautiful lines, and just curl up quietly to accompany him.

It was a long time before she heard him speak hoarsely in a suppressed voice.

"I think I should have liked the kind of thing that the man just mentioned, what is called AI intelligence."

Tong Moyan said, his arm tightened again.

The head was slightly off, and his jaw subconsciously rubbed the little guy's round duck head, "Xingxing, you say, I will be the same as that Dr. Li, will I be a researcher of this kind of thing?" ”