On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

Heita frowned:

"So what reward do you want? Is she also Xing Qiong?"

"No no no."

Fu Qian shook his head.

Xing Qiong doesn't mean much to Fu Qian.

At most, it can be used to send Xing to do some things that he is too lazy to do.

"I think your doll is pretty good. You've made hundreds of them, right? Why don't you give me one?"

Chapter 37: Rush the train and save the black tower!

Heita put his hands on his hips and stared at Fu Qian.

"What do you want my doll to do? Let me tell you in advance that my doll doesn't have that kind of function."

This is a lie.

As a genius, Heita strives for perfection in every detail of his work.

Therefore, every part of the doll, even its internal structure, is a one-to-one replica of Heita's body when he was young.

But this is obviously something that cannot be said openly.

So Heita chose to lie.

Fu Qian showed a funny expression on his face and asked:

"What kind of function are you talking about?"

Heita frowned:

"You should know what I'm talking about."

Fu Qian's expression was very sincere:

"No, I do not know."

"..."

The black tower stared into Fu Qian's eyes, and Fu Qian looked back at it without flinching.

In the end, Black Tower was defeated and muttered:

"You'd better not know."

Even though Heita once mentioned in the book she wrote, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame were not worth mentioning to her.

But after all, she is still a girl.

Of course, it is impossible to be as indifferent to this aspect as one says.

but.

It is obviously impossible for Heita to admit this.

"So, what exactly do you want my puppet for?"

Heita turned his head away, not daring to look at Fu Qian again.

Looking at Heita's expression at this moment.

Fu Qian and Xing couldn't help but think of three words:

Cute.

"Of course it is..."

Fu Qian deliberately dragged out the sound of his voice.

The right cheek of Heita swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"Almost got it."

Fu Qian said:

"Well, actually...I just want a puppet to help me clean my room."

"what?"

Heita's eyebrows became one high and one low.

The tone became very unfriendly.

Fu Qian's expression now looks very sincere, and it seems that what he said about using a puppet to clean the house is indeed not a lie.

With such a discovery, Heita should have been relieved.

But I don’t know why.

This made her feel even more unhappy.

The dolls she made were so delicate that they looked almost like real people.

Small things like cleaning are naturally no problem.

But if Fu Qian asked me for the doll just for cleaning.

Black Tower, on the other hand, couldn't be happy.

What do you mean?

I'm so cute, and you just want me to clean the house?

You might as well just tell me you want to do something weird with my doll, and I can refuse naturally.

Thinking of this, Heita couldn't help but ask Fu Qian:

"Does my puppet look like a servant?"

Fu Qian shook his head:

"Of course not. I just think yours is in standby mode most of the time and has no use. Why not give it to me for cleaning? It can also make use of its residual value. It would be a shame if such a delicate doll was just placed in the space station as a vase."

As he spoke, Fu Qian looked down at the black tower and continued:

"Besides, it is really a beautiful thing to wake up every morning and see cute girls helping me clean up."

"That's pretty much it..."

Heita nodded, but immediately realized something was wrong, and quickly coughed twice to change the subject:

"Hehe, if you really want it, I can give you one..."

Fu Qian made a prompt decision:

"Please! Lord Heita! I really want it!"

"……you!"

Heita's voice choked and his breathing became rapid.

She waved her hands feebly:

"Okay, I promise you."

Fu Qian shouted loudly:

"Great!"

"But, let me be frank with you. If you dare to do anything weird with my doll, I will not forgive you."

Looking at the excited Fu Qian in front of him.

Black Tower warned sternly:

"I will never forgive you!"

Fu Qian nodded quickly:

"Of course, I understand."

At this moment, Xing on the side finally couldn't help it anymore.

He whispered to the black tower:

"Um... can you give me one too?"

Heita's eyes widened and he said unhappily:

"You two are not done yet, are you? I'll only put one on the train, there won't be more."

"Woo..."

Xingbao seemed a little aggrieved.

She couldn't help but look at Fu Qian, and felt even more aggrieved.

Why should this guy give it to me?

They are all testers of the simulated universe, so why should they be treated differently?

"Ha ha!"

Fu Qian said to Xing proudly:

"Do you want it? Alas, unfortunately, she's mine!"

After saying that, Fu Qian picked up the black tower in front of him, turned around and ran.

Black Tower was caught off guard, and felt the world spinning around him:

"Eh? Wait! I'm not offline yet!"

Heita struggled hard for a few times.

But now she is just a puppet after all, not the real person, so her power is naturally very limited.

Her petite body couldn't even shake Fu Qian's arm.

Fu Qian carried the black tower and rushed towards the Starry Sky Train, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Wait... am I seeing things? What is that thing Fu Qian is carrying on his shoulders?"

Esta's eyes widened and she almost couldn't catch her breath.

Alan, who was standing by, was shocked and said uncertainly:

"Yes...Ms. Black Tower?"

Estelle shook her head repeatedly:

"How is this possible? I must have seen it wrong..."

Alan nodded vigorously:

"Yes, I must have seen it wrong."

That's the Black Tower.

The messenger of the Star God of Wisdom, Master Boshi.

A genius that shocked the world.

How could someone carry him around on their shoulders?

I must have read it wrong.

Estelle and Alan continued to practice self-hypnosis.

Until all the staff inside the space station let out sounds of shock.

"Ms. Black Tower!"

"Goddess of the Black Tower! You bastard, let go of my goddess!"

"Wow, my goddess, how could you do such a thing..."

"..."

In an instant, the Black Tower Space Station was filled with ghosts howling.

Sanyueqi and Danheng, who had just returned from checking data at the terminal, stood at the door of the main control module, watching the chaos in the space station, and were so scared that they dared not move.