It seemed to struggle even to lift its head.
After Wen Bai and Robot 575 left, Bu Bu Robot finally emerged.
It walked over to the male runaway robot, which was beaten to the brink of death with its head still buried in the cement ground, and which had been arrogant just two minutes prior. It sniffed around.
Bu Bu Robot propped one hand on its chin and hugged its own elbow with the other, curiously observing the headless male runaway robot on the ground, still struggling to twist its body, and tilted its head.
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Wen Bai brought his robot back to where they started.
They successfully found the spot where the luxury motorcycle was parked.
The tall robot walked to the motorcycle, picked up the two helmets placed on the motorcycle seat, and handed one to its master.
Just as Wen Bai reached out to take the helmet, the tall robot in front of him, its original piercing blue eyes that had been gazing at Wen Bai, paused. It swept a glance over Wen Bai for a second, then its gaze lingered behind Wen Bai.
This was a very secluded place. Currently, only the sound of the gentle breeze and faint insect chirps could be heard. Apart from that, it was exceptionally quiet.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps on dry leaves.
It was the sound of brittle leaves cracking under an unbearable weight.
This sound was exceptionally noticeable in the silent night.
Wen Bai paused and turned his head after noticing it.
He saw that the person who arrived was precisely the cute male runaway robot who had previously exclaimed that he wanted to protect him like Robot 575.
Wen Bai frowned.
Although this cute male runaway robot was a little scared after witnessing the scene where the tall Robot 575 was beating someone, it still mustered its courage and secretly followed them.
It wanted to get another chance.
"I... I'm actually quite good at fighting, no worse than your robot..."
The cute male runaway robot said this.
However, as it spoke these words, it blurted them out in one breath with its eyes closed.
It was afraid of seeing the other party's expression of refusal again.
Strangely, after more than ten seconds, it heard no response.
Only then did it abruptly open its eyes.
And then, it discovered that the human in front of it had already turned back and put on the helmet on their own.
Without the slightest pause in their movements, the human directly straddled the back seat of the motorcycle.
Then, the human reached out and held onto the waist of the tall robot, which had defined abs, and their hand moved slightly, patting it.
"Let's go," a cool voice, slightly muffled by the helmet, sounded.
The tall robot, riding the motorcycle, received the instruction and immediately started the engine.
After a few "rumble~ rumble~" sounds, the human and his robot sped away.
Leaving behind the cute male runaway robot, still stunned on the spot.
At this moment, a dark shadow was behind a tree not far away.
Bu Bu Robot, not far away, watched the back of the cute male runaway robot and showed a perplexed expression.
Why did the human it fancied have so many runaway robots wanting to get close?
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Wen Bai was very satisfied, feeling the thrill of speed and passion once again.
When they reached the doorstep of his home, seeing that his master still had no intention of dismounting,
The handsome and tall robot, with great perceptiveness, directly carried its master and rode the motorcycle all the way to the garage.
After stopping the vehicle, Wen Bai finally felt satisfied and slowly dismounted from the motorcycle, taking off his helmet.
Wen Bai glanced at the garage, his gaze sweeping over the supercar he had ridden before, and finally settled on this luxury motorcycle.
From today onwards, Wen Bai's favorite vehicle changed from that supercar with black dark patterned wings to this motorcycle.
He thought that he could ride this one when he went out in the future.
The tall robot, standing by and taking off its helmet, revealed a hint of a smile as it looked at the satisfaction in its master's eyes.
The tall robot reached out and took the helmet from its master, placing it aside.
Then, the two of them returned home together.
It was already very late, long past Wen Bai's usual bedtime.
Naturally, their usual pre-sleep routine of watching television together was skipped today.
Wen Bai was taking a shower in his bathroom.
And the tall Robot 575 also unexpectedly did not watch television today.
After tidying up and preparing his master's changing clothes, it, uncharacteristically, stood on the balcony of its master's bedroom.
Its piercing blue eyes, devoid of any emotion, stared fixedly at a certain spot not far outside the house.
And in the direction where the tall robot was staring, a cute male runaway robot was hiding behind a bush about half a person's height.
From here, it could just see the specific situation of the room where that human lived.
And at this moment, the human was not on the opposite balcony; instead, that terrifying tall robot was standing there.
That unfriendly gaze shot over. Being stared at so abruptly, fear began to resurface in the cute male runaway robot's heart.
However, it had nowhere else to go. If it had nowhere else to go, what was there to be afraid of?
It thought to itself in despair.
It just wanted to follow this human.
Why could that robot live in such a beautiful house, but it couldn't?
Although the cute male runaway robot was very afraid of the tall robot, it was more afraid of being abandoned and left to wander the streets than of the tall robot.
It didn't want to be a lone robot wandering the streets late at night, only to be deceived and sold again.
This human was so wealthy! If it tried harder and latched onto this human, it could live in such a big house!
Although the thought was wonderful, reality was often cruel.
Before the cute male runaway robot's sweet dream could last long, it sensed something was wrong.
Huh? How did that terrifying robot on the balcony disappear in the blink of an eye?
A strange chill slowly rose from its chip. The cute male runaway robot felt its chip go empty, as if hanging precariously, followed by an indescribable sense of dread.
It felt a little scared and a little flustered at this moment.
If it had experienced this feeling before, it would have known at this moment that this shivery feeling was called killing intent.
It stiffly turned its head slightly and saw the terrifying tall robot standing right beside it.
"What do you want to do?" it heard the terrifying tall robot ask.
Then, without waiting for it to answer, the terrifying tall robot, as if it had no intention of listening to its reply, continued speaking on its own: "He is mine."