Chapter 1289 Under the Galaxy (Final Chapter 28)
"His Royal Highness said that these little people are afraid of heat and have high requirements for temperature and light, so he put them all in this room. Look."
Banban looked over impatiently, intending to take a casual glance and leave, but that one glance made him unable to look away.
There were more than a dozen little people in front of them, huddled together one by one, with a patch of snow-white hair on top of their heads. They were facing a small person in the constant temperature room with his whole face exposed. He opened his eyes and stared blankly outside. , There is no sparkle in his eyes.
Banban stared at him, subconsciously stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against the constant-temperature glass wall.
The little man closest to him had a pair of golden eyes. After seeing the spots outside, the next second, a wave of fluctuation appeared in the eyes as quiet as a pool of water.
He slowly stood up and walked step by step to the glass wall. He stared at Banban. Following his movements, he stretched out a hand and slowly pressed it against the glass.
Separated by a wall, Banban vaguely noticed a burst of heat coming from his palm.
This is the first time.
Since becoming conscious, his body has developed feelings about the outside world.
He is a robot, no matter how advanced he is, he does not have the tactile nerves that living things have, he has no sense of taste, and he cannot feel temperature.
Drinking and smoking are all to disguise yourself.
In fact, the tobacco and alcohol only passed through the circulatory system in his body and were discharged directly from the pipe behind him.
But this time, he truly and clearly felt the warmth coming from the palm of his hand.
It's warmth.
He stared blankly at the little man in front of him who looked almost exactly like himself.
The next second, the other little people huddled together stood up and looked at him through the glass.
Looking at these pairs of golden eyes, Banban felt that something was slowly being repaired where he originally placed the heart of the machine.
At this time, Luna stood aside and spoke dumbly.
"I got close to them, but they ignored me, and now they interact with you. Is it because you look alike?"
Luna's analysis was serious.
But they didn't realize that as more and more villains put their hands on the glass, Banban's body, which was completely made of machinery, slowly turned into soft muscles, and the bones were growing rapidly, hidden in the machine. The spiritual power in his heart that was so weak that it was almost exhausted was slowly repairing, gradually becoming alive, and slowly starting to beat.
Banban looked in front of him and felt the changes in his body. Suddenly, he felt a strange yet familiar feeling of suffocation. His hands and feet gradually became numb, and his eyes gradually became blurry. At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he took a deep breath!
“Hoo——!!”
Air, he was breathing! !
Luna finally noticed something different. She quickly knelt down and looked at Ban Ban, who had been motionless since the beginning.
"What's wrong with you?"
she asked urgently.
"Are you okay?"
After a while, Banban's pupils suddenly dilated in his usually inorganic golden eyes.
He looked at Luna and whispered.
"Good, better than ever."
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As time passed, this battle that originally belonged to the royal family spread to the entire Hog galaxy.
No planet can survive alone. The planets that originally belonged to Ayers under this surname are now forced to join the team.
Or, choose the queen.
Or, choose His Highness.
The interest disputes involved were unimaginably complicated. In short, in the end, this royal battle was divided into two factions.
The progressive faction, headed by His Royal Highness, and the conservative faction, headed by the Queen.
May 5th, more than three hundred and twenty days have passed since flesh and blood has not been cut off even a day. I dare not but cannot cut off.
But I still have to mention that on May 5th, I hope I don’t have to kneel down to write a novel.
(End of chapter)