Xingtie, the lazy girl wants to rebel

For example, it can give appropriate responses to the owner's requests, and even have emotional fluctuations, making the doll's reactions more realistic and interesting...

After that, the moment the program is burned is complete!

The violet eyes of the black tower doll suddenly lit up with a faint light, and its previously distracted and lifeless eyes gradually began to focus.

"It worked! It worked!"

"It seems that there is no problem with the self-examination!..."

As Qingque shouted excitedly, the Black Tower puppet blinked gently, as if adapting to its new self.

Then, her mechanical and stiff movements gradually became smooth.

She stood up, raised her wrist slightly, struck an elegant pose, then bowed slightly to Qingque and uttered an inorganic yet pleasant voice:

"Master..."

Qingque's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was filled with joy:

"Oh, Master or something..."

"That's too pleasant to the ear..."

"That sounds a bit shameful..."

She then walked over impatiently, took the hand of the Black Tower maid, and walked around her several times, admiring her masterpiece with great interest.

The close-fitting maid outfit perfectly sets off Heita's beauty. The hem of the skirt sways slightly with Heita's movements. The lace and black stockings collide with the lines of Heita's body to create a unique beauty.

And although those violet eyes still looked cold, driven by program logic, they took on a hint of cold obedience...

This sense of contrast made Qingque stare intently!

"Well, not bad, not bad."

Qingque nodded with satisfaction, and then cleared his throat tentatively:

"Cough cough..."

"Um...Miss Maid, could you please help me clean up?"

After hearing the command, the maid in the Black Tower lowered her head slightly, her violet eyes flickered, and her cold and gentle voice came again:

"As you command, Master..."

The maid Heita turned gently and walked towards a corner of the apartment, her skirt rising slightly with her steps, and there was a sense of elegant rhythm in her movements.

Although her body was still mechanical in nature, in Qingque's eyes, every move seemed more gentle than a real person.

Qingque leaned lazily on the sofa, his elbows on the armrest, his chin supported, and he watched the busy figure of this beauty without blinking.

The maid Heita's slender fingers gently pushed aside the curtains, letting in the perfect amount of sunlight.

When she bent down to wipe the coffee table, the arc of the skirt and the black stockings were a perfect combination, making her look neither dignified nor beautiful, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

“It’s truly a feast for the eyes…”

"No wonder so many tyrants in the past loved to collect beauties..."

"Even when she's cleaning, watching her movements is like watching her dance..."

As the sunlight slowly moved, dozens of minutes passed by unknowingly.

When the Black Tower maid finished cleaning the last corner, she gracefully stood back in the center of the living room, bowed slightly with her brows lowered, and said:

"Master, the room cleaning is complete..."

Qingque came back to her senses and found that the apartment was already clean and tidy, the floor was brand new, and even her suitcase that had been casually placed in the middle of the living room had been taken out and the items inside were carefully put back in their place...

Qingque looked down at Yuzhao and realized that a lot of time had passed. The lollipop stick she had chewed was still spinning in her hand...

Then, Qingque stood up, walked forward with a chuckle and patted the Black Tower maid on the shoulder:

"Nice! Maid-chan! Great job!"

"It seems that my cyber maid is indeed both beautiful and capable!..."

85

Chapter 85 The maid who was bullied.

However, just as Qingque was rubbing the maid's cheek and playing with this usually cold doll without any sense of boundaries.

An inappropriate sound suddenly broke the delicate atmosphere.

"Goo-"

Obviously, the sound was made by the bluebird's hungry stomach.

In order to move this morning, she didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

In addition, he stayed up all night last night to write programs, which caused Qingque's body to protest.

"Hmm, I'm so hungry..."

Qingque bent her knees slightly, put on a deliberately pitiful look on her face, looked up at her maid, and said in a long voice:

"Maid-chan...I'm so hungry..."

"Could you please help me make something to eat?"

The black tower puppet lowered its head, its eyes slightly cast downward, and its violet pupils stared at Qingque quietly.

She stretched out a slender white hand and gently rubbed Qingque's head, as if comforting a lost little girl, and replied in a cold voice:

“Master…I’m sorry…”

"There are currently no usable ingredients in the area..."

"I'm sorry I can't carry out your instructions..."

"OK!"

Qingque stood up straight while laughing. Although her order was rejected, she looked very happy:

"You've only passed the basic logic verification, right?..."

As he spoke, Qingque casually threw his jade omen to Heita:

"But we still have to cook..."

“Wouldn’t it be better to just buy some through the fresh food delivery platform?”

"The budget I'm giving you is—10 credit points!"

"This seems to be the minimum amount that Jiqiao Bird can give away..."

"Please make me four dishes and a soup, including meat and vegetables!"

"Oh! It would be even better if there were fruits and desserts after the meal!..."

Qingque made outrageous demands to the little maid in a serious manner, completely ignoring the fact that a mere 10 credit points could not even buy a few pounds of rice in the fairy boat, instantly exposing her despicable face to the fullest.

"I'm going to the bedroom to catch up on some sleep. Remember to call me when dinner is ready!"

After saying that, Qingque walked into the bedroom that Heita had just tidied up to rest with a wicked smile that was obviously intended to make things difficult for the innocent maid.

Only the puppet maid was left standing there alone, with her head lowered and the jade omen held against her chest...

……

Qingque came to the bedroom, and as soon as he touched the pillow, the fatigue accumulated throughout the night instantly hit him, and he fell asleep immediately, unconscious and unaware of the world.

Perhaps because he loves his bed, Qingque, who usually sleeps through the night and rarely dreams, had a terrifying dream this time!

In the dream, Qingque was suddenly tied up tightly for unknown reasons and was being taken to an unknown place by two brave guards on his left and right.

Qingque felt like he had been walking for a long time, but the road seemed to have no end, so he finally couldn't help but talk to the little brother Xiaowei next to him:

"Two gentlemen!"

"Where are you always taking me?"

As soon as the words fell, another guard suddenly pushed Qingque, causing her to stagger.

"Stop talking nonsense! Just follow me!"

Qingque had brought trouble upon himself and had no choice but to continue walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qingque was finally brought to the entrance of a cave where strange light was spinning.

And there, it seemed that someone was already waiting.

Then, a guard on the left stepped forward and took out a document from his pocket, speaking in a resounding voice:

"In view of the Green Bird Soothsayer's serious crimes!"

"The three courts, the Divine Strategy Office, the Ten Kings Office, and the Imperial Ascension Office, will jointly conduct the trial!"

"It has been decided that from now on, Qingque's position as a fortune teller will be revoked and his political rights will be deprived for life!"

"Immortified and imprisoned in the Ten Kings' Court for eternity, to be tortured daily by the sword tree of endless suffering!"

"well!!!???"

Hearing the verdict read out by Xiaowei, Qingque was horrified and struggled desperately:

"I'm not going! I'm not going! What have I done wrong?!"

“There is something wrong with this judgment!!!”

"Why do I have to be stabbed every day?!"

"I must have been wronged! I was wronged!"

Qingque shouted hysterically:

"Fu Xuan! Fu Xuan! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"I shouldn't have planned this about you in my mind!"

"Please come and save me!..."

Just as she was screaming heartbreakingly, she suddenly felt a slight itching sensation on her face, as if being brushed by a tiny air current.

She instinctively wanted to reach out and rub it, but was suddenly awakened from her dream!

After waking up, Qingque was still immersed in the fear of no return and unable to extricate himself.

Her breathing was rapid, a layer of cold sweat seeped out of her forehead, and her mind was still revolving in the aftermath of the nightmare.

She was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched her face, and only after confirming that no knife from the Wujian Sword Tree was stabbing her did she breathe a sigh of relief.

However, just as she relaxed, she suddenly noticed from the corner of her eye that there was a figure beside the bed!

Qingque quickly turned her head and saw the puppet maid kneeling quietly beside the bed. Her violet eyes were as quiet as moonlight, and she was staring at Qingque with her calm face.

But this time, a hint of concern appeared in those cold eyes...

Qingque's fur instantly exploded, and he held the pillow to his chest, pointing at the black tower with trembling hands, stammering:

"you you……"

"What do you want to do by suddenly coming in?!..."

The maid in the Black Tower looked at Qingque's reaction and remained as calm as ever. She just spoke softly in her usual indifferent tone:

"Master"

"The meal is ready..."

"it is done?"

Qingque was stunned for a moment. "Four dishes and one soup?"

Heita nodded slightly: "Yes."

After hearing the maid's reply, Qingque finally calmed down a little after confirming that everything was fine.

After sitting on the bed and catching her breath, she turned over and got out of bed in a daze.

Seeing Qingque stand up, the puppet maid also stood up gracefully.

However, after noticing that Qingque staggered as she passed by her, Heita raised one of his slender hands and stretched it forward slightly, as if trying to support her.

But when his hand reached out halfway, Heita seemed to be restrained by some invisible force. He paused, and finally silently withdrew his hand, letting it fall back to his side...