This happened so suddenly that even the brave and mighty machine race didn't have time to react. They watched as the rock race charged towards their king. Enraged, they only picked up the rock race after confirming that their king was protected by Gu Yunzhou. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they wished they could tear the rock race to pieces.
Knowing that Gu Yunzhou was saving him, Ji Zhaoming thanked him, saying, "Thank you. It's all my fault for wanting to take that shortcut, which led to this."
A few cool fingers tapped his forehead, and Gu Yunzhou said, "You're injured."
"Hmm?" Ji Zhaoming touched his forehead, feeling no pain at all.
It stings a little, but the stinging sensation is almost negligible.
When I put my hand down, there was only a tiny bit of red on my fingers.
If Gu Yunzhou hadn't reminded me in time, the injury would probably have healed on its own in a few more minutes.
Ji Zhaoming smiled and comforted him, "It's just a minor bump, nothing serious."
That being said, this was Ji Zhaoming's first injury.
—The last time the machine race felt threatened was when Ji Zhaoming was swept into a cave by heavy snow.
Even so, Ji Zhaoming was well protected at that time.
Gu Yunzhou raised Ji Zhaoming's hand with a sense of self-reproach.
A small cut was visible on her fair hand.
"It's really nothing." Seeing Gu Yunzhou's head drooping lower and lower, Ji Zhaoming used his other hand to stroke Gu Yunzhou's soft hair.
Despite his high position, Gu Yunzhou's hair was surprisingly soft.
Ji Zhaoming lowered his voice and comforted her, "Don't be sad, okay—?"
He swallowed the rest of his words, his eyes wide and pupils constricted as he watched Gu Yunzhou's actions in surprise.
Gu Yunzhou lowered his head, making it easier for Ji Zhaoming to touch him, and it was unclear who was comforting whom.
Immediately afterwards, he lifted Ji Zhaoming's injured finger and put it in his mouth.
After this period of contact, Gu Yunzhou has gained a more comprehensive understanding of humans, even noting that the saliva in their mouths is exactly the same as that of humans.
A soft, strange feeling welled up in Ji Zhaoming's heart.
The blood on his fingers was sucked away little by little, inch by inch.
Ji Zhaoming: !!!
The touch felt so real, I wanted to pull my hand back.
He saw Gu Yunzhou's eyes.
She stared intently at him.
It could even be described as "devoted".
Is it just my imagination?
Before he could think it through, Gu Yunzhou released his hand.
Gu Yunzhou took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped away the remaining liquid on Ji Zhaoming's fingers before slowly saying, "Would you like some medicine applied, Master?"
"No need," Ji Zhaoming said softly.
"good."
They're too obedient.
It was as if Gu Yunzhou would agree to whatever Ji Zhaoming said.
Ji Zhaoming's hand was still held in Gu Yunzhou's palm, and his fingers curled up shyly.
He thought it would be good to unleash the aura of a machine race leader at this moment.
Gu Yunzhou's gentle and obedient nature made Ji Zhaoming feel embarrassed to say anything.
Ji Zhaoming could only say, "Don't do that again next time."
"Why?" Gu Yunzhou was still bent over, half-crouched. The leader of the machine race seemed harmless at this moment. Gu Yunzhou said, "I read in a book that this can make the wound heal faster."
That's true.
However, Ji Zhaoming still found it very strange.
I always felt that Gu Yunzhou's thoughts were not as simple as they seemed.
But no matter what, Gu Yunzhou wouldn't hurt himself, would he?
Ji Zhaoming chuckled: "Then don't treat others like that next time, it'll scare them."
Gu Yunzhou suddenly raised his head, a flame burning in his eyes: "So, this is how you treat your master?"
"..." Ji Zhaoming said awkwardly, "That won't work either!"
The sound was so loud that it made all the surrounding machine races tremble.
Now things were really messed up; Ji Zhaoming's face turned completely red.
Gu He asked with concern, "Is the King alright?"
He said remorsefully, "Wang seems to be feeling unwell lately?"
"No!" Ji Zhaoming said loudly, "It's just a bit stuffy in here."
That's strange, what is he shy about?
Gu He said, "Then let's not take that passage. It's too far. Your health is important."
Ji Zhaoming tugged at his hair: "No, we still have to use the passageway."
This is hard to explain.
Ji Zhaoming simply turned around, followed by a group of machine races, and quickly walked out through the exit passage discovered by Gu Yunzhou.
After walking a few steps, Ji Zhaoming asked, "Gu Yunzhou, are you alright?"
Gu Yunzhou, who had just angered his king, honestly shook his head: "No."
Ji Zhaoming disagreed with the concept of injury to machine races and asked in a different way: "Does it hurt when you fall?"
He clearly felt a pair of hands protecting his back, with all the weight pressing down on Gu Yunzhou's hands.
Ji Zhaoming stole a glance at Gu Yunzhou's wrist.
They look no different from ordinary people, yet it is these hands that support the entire machine race.
Gu He said with a smile, "Don't worry, Wang. Even if our brains break or our parts shatter, we won't feel any pain."
Ji Zhaoming scolded, "Stop fooling around."
“Hmm,” Gu He replied, “Really, please rest assured, Your Majesty. The word ‘pain’ doesn’t exist in the dictionary of machine races.”
Ji Zhaoming stared blankly at Gu He.
Gu Yunzhou did not refute it.
The cruelest thing would be if machine races were created without being programmed to experience pain.
If you don't feel pain, aren't you just a tool?
After explaining the feeling of pain, Ji Zhaoming smiled and said, "If you have this feeling, then it's called pain, which means you're injured."
Gu He said with understanding, "I see. When I saw Wang get injured just now, that was the feeling in his core. So this is what pain is? But my heart is clearly not injured."
This answer was beyond Ji Zhaoming's expectations. He paused for a moment before explaining, "That's called feeling sorry for someone."
"Feeling sorry for you?"
“That’s a feeling unique to emotional beings.” Ji Zhaoming took a few steps to stand in front of Gu He and touched his chest.
Gu He didn't have a heart inside his chest, so you couldn't hear it pounding.
Ji Zhaoming laughed: "It means that what other races say is, well, nonsense."
Gu He smiled, revealing his white teeth: "What the king said is right."
In Gu He's eyes, whatever their king said was right.
If that's not correct, please refer to the previous point.
The next step is the key point. After crawling out of the narrow house, you can finally see the sun outside.
Sunlight bathed the earth, and the people who had been queuing outside the haunted house had been driven away, leaving Ji Zhaoming and the robots with space to breathe.
Gu He looked around and asked, "Is Your Majesty hungry? Would you like some lunch? I did some research beforehand, and I heard there's a restaurant here that's really good! It has a 5-star rating on StarNet!"
Ji Zhaoming nodded in agreement.
"Master." Gu Yunzhou followed behind without saying a word until Gu He went to arrange the itinerary, at which point he finally spoke.
Gu Yunzhou asked, "If that feeling is heartache, then if you always want to see such a person, don't want that person to leave, and feel suffocated at the thought of that person leaving you... heartache. You want to give that person the best things in the world, and if they don't accept them, you will also feel heartache."
Gu Yunzhou stared into Ji Zhaoming's eyes and asked solemnly, "Is this feeling what heartache is?"
Ji Zhaoming: "...?"
Ji Zhaoming was also a little uncertain.
This sounds so much like love.
But he wasn't stupid; of course he knew that the person Gu Yunzhou was referring to was himself.
Ji Zhaoming knew, of course, that the machine race treated him very well and wished they could give him the whole world.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt curious.
Do other robots also experience this feeling?
Gu Yunzhou's gaze was too intense, making Ji Zhaoming feel there was no way to avoid it. It was like an invisible net that had trapped Ji Zhaoming without him realizing it, and by the time Ji Zhaoming realized it, it was already too late.
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Chapter 25
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Ji Zhaoming did not rashly ask this question.
Perhaps it was because he was afraid of the answer.