After being forced to become a god [Quick Transmigration]

Even though his fingertips were not saliva-smeared, Ji Zhaoming was taken aback, and hastily withdrew his hand, widened his eyes, and looked at Gu Yunzhou accusingly.

Gu Yunzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he let go of his mouth regretfully: "It's cold."

Ji Zhaoming didn't know whether his ears were red from the cold or from dryness, so he hummed twice indiscriminately, put his hands on the stove again, and looked down at the snow on the ground.

Hearing the sound, a head popped out of Gu Yunzhou's coat pocket, it was Gu He.

Gu He jumped onto the snow and sank half of his body into it. He asked, "The king wants to make a snowman? Can I help?"

Ji Zhaoming didn't dare to look at Gu Yunzhou, but smiled and said, "Then you have to get back to your original size."

Otherwise, it looks so small, and I don't know whether he made a snowman or snowflakes made him.

This was not a difficult task. In the blink of an eye, Gu He returned to his original appearance, raised his hand to catch a handful of snowflakes from the air, and sent them to Ji Zhaoming reverently.

These snowflakes fell from the sky, and before they had time to be contaminated with the dust of the world, they were extremely white, just like his king.

Other races say that robots don't understand emotions, even if it's not love, Gu He doesn't know if the beating heart in front of him is part of emotion.

He just thinks that the king is the most beautiful at the moment, making it impossible to move his eyes away.

Gu He has many precious things to give to Wang, but now.

He tried his best to suppress a smile, held the snowflake in his hand and said, "It's for the king."

This smile is a bit jerky, but the enthusiasm hidden underneath seems to be able to melt the snow this winter.

Ji Zhaoming was flattered and took it, regretting: "Unfortunately, there is no way to save it."

Immediately, a bright smile followed, and he said crisply: "Thank you, Gu He."

This is the first gift the robot gave him.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the snowflakes are, they will eventually melt when the sun appears.

Ji Zhaoming had a distressed expression on his face.

Gu Yunzhou immediately took out another porcelain bottle from his sleeve and said, "You can put it inside."

I don't know what Gu Yunzhou's sleeves are made of, it's like a treasure bag.

Taking the porcelain bottle curiously, it was not as cold as imagined, but it seemed to have been deliberately warmed.But since it was given by Gu Yunzhou, there must be no problem.

Ji Zhaoming squatted down, and put the snowflakes into the porcelain bottle little by little. Although the porcelain bottle was warm on the outside, the snowflakes didn't seem to melt at all.

Ji Zhaoming put it in his arms solemnly: "I will definitely keep it well."

The code that has been honed over the years, at this moment, unexpectedly became disordered, beeping straight, and started spinning around excitedly. Gu He wished he could immediately build tens of thousands of snowmen for Wang to show his happiness.

Looking at it, Ji Zhaoming laughed too. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves, he suddenly thought of Gu Yunzhou's previous action of holding his hand in his mouth. He halfway rolled up his sleeves, hesitated for a moment, and then put them back.

Gu Yunzhou narrowed his eyes.

He took out another ribbon from his sleeve, the bright red ribbon was embroidered with idle clouds, he lowered his eyes, and carefully tied up Ji Zhaoming's obstructive sleeve little by little.

Ji Zhaoming was already white, but he wore a white coat, with a petite face under his fluffy hair.

This red belt adds a touch of color to the whiteness all over her body.

Ji Zhaoming rubbed his feet on the snow, and finally finished tying them. He suddenly grabbed Gu Yunzhou's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go together?"

"Okay." Gu Yunzhou replied.

Neither Gu Yunzhou nor Gu He had ever built a snowman.However, after only a few steps forward, the two of them have successfully retrieved all the information about the snowman from the huge data.

Gu Yunzhou frowned: This snowman is not as good as their robots, with only two arms and two balls, I don't know why it became one of the activities that humans once loved.

His gaze shifted to Ji Zhaoming, who was brisk on his feet, and he added another sentence in his heart: It's still so cold.

Gu Yunzhou has his own set of rules, what is worth doing and what is not.

If it wasn't for Ji Zhaoming, making a snowman must be at the top of the list of the ten least worthwhile things to do.

How did Ji Zhaoming know what the two robots next to him were thinking? He found an open space, right in front of the gate, standing at the window or door, where he could see it at a glance.

In fact, it was his first time making a snowman, so he could only use his feeling to knead the snow into a round ball, and then gather the snow next to him little by little. Because it was a little cold, he had to take turns putting his hands on the stove to replace it. .

Compared with Ji Zhaoming's sluggish speed, the two robots next to him were much faster. Just as Ji Zhaoming's first snowball was halfway through, the two robots next to him were already stacking the second ball.

Ji Zhaoming secretly speeded up.

After he finished stacking the first snowball, the two robots next to him had already finished.

Ji Zhaoming felt itchy in his heart, wondering what the two of them had piled up, so he took a peek there.

Ji Zhaoming: ...

Ji Zhaoming fell into silence.

Without him, the two snowmen said they were works of art, and everyone believed them.

It is he who is impressively carved.

The only difference is that Gu He carved no face, while Gu Yunzhou was still lowering his eyes, took out a tiny needle from nowhere, and slowly sculpted his face.

A mouth, a small nose, and finally the hand rested on the eyes, and he didn't make a move for a long time.

Ji Zhaoming waited and waited, couldn't hold back, and asked, "Why don't you continue?"

Gu Yunzhou withdrew his hand holding the needle, turned his head away, and didn't dare to continue looking: "It's blasphemy."

There is an ancient legend about the finishing touch. Gu Yunzhou was afraid that if he touched his eyes, his king would leave.

Just like his king came so suddenly, without any warning.

Ji Zhaoming laughed and said, "How could that be?"

Gu Yunzhou was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and asked, "Will the king leave because of my blasphemy?"

Gu He thought the king was going to leave, so he hurriedly asked: "The king is leaving? Where is the king going? Can you take us?"

Ji Zhaoming finally understood what Gu Yunzhou meant.

It was precisely because he understood that he didn't know how to answer—he couldn't make this promise.

Gu Yunzhou's eyes seemed to be a black hole that could not see the bottom, it was so dark that he could not see a little light.

Ji Zhaoming's breathing became short of breath.

Fortunately, Gu Yunzhou didn't continue to ask, but just brushed off the snow on his body, and said flatly: "I'll make another one."

He turned sideways and patted Gu He's back lightly, telling Gu He not to crowd around Ji Zhaoming.

Gu He pouted, not daring to disobey.

Obviously, they had known each other for less than a day, and Ji Zhaoming didn't want to see the uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

Although Gu Yunzhou remained expressionless, Ji Zhaoming knew that he was unhappy.

Looking at Gu Yunzhou's side face, Ji Zhaoming inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

Ji Zhaoming suddenly shouted: "Gu, Gu Yunzhou."

Hearing the shout, Gu Yunzhou put down the things in his hands without saying a word, turned around immediately, met Shang Ji Zhaoming's eyes, and asked slowly: "My lord, what are your orders?"

Ji Zhaoming remembered.

This voice was almost exactly the same as the voice calling him when he was hit by a car.

Ji Zhaoming said: "Ji Zhaoming, you can just call me Ji Zhaoming."

Gu Yunzhou lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

Gu He also stuttered in surprise, "My lord, how can this be done?"

Although he admired their leader very much, he was the king!

How can their kings, their gods, be called by their first names?

Ji Zhaoming groaned, tilted his head, and didn't force it: "Well, all right."

He fiddled with the snow under his hands, and asked in his mind: 【Are you still there? 】

The system in my mind responded quickly: [What's wrong? 】

Ji Zhaoming asked: [You said earlier that you led them to victory, what did you mean?Also, where is this? 】

His mind was in a mess before, one thing after another, and he didn't have time to ask.

Although he didn't ask, Ji Zhaoming vaguely guessed something.

Sure enough, the system replied: [Complete the mission, you can return to the original world. 】

Ji Zhaoming put two arms on the snowman, one was unstable, and the arm almost fell, but Gu Yunzhou who was standing beside him caught it in time and helped him put it on.

Ji Zhaoming: [How to complete the task? 】

System: [Lead them to victory. 】

Ji Zhaoming: 【What is victory? 】

System: [Victory: According to Wikipedia, it refers to achieving the expected goal, which is the antonym of failure. 】

Ji Zhaoming: ...

Come on, listen to what you have to say, it seems to listen to what you say.

Ji Zhaoming had no choice but to ask: [You have to give me a hint as to what counts as victory. 】

Haven't waited for a reply.

Just as Ji Zhaoming was about to give up, he suddenly heard a faint sigh coming from his mind.

However, soon, the system returned to the cold voice: [You are their king. 】

Of course Ji Zhaoming knew.

So?

Could it be the wish that the robots want to come true, and as the king, he wants to help make it come true?

What if one person has one wish, will he help one by one to realize it?

How many robots are there in total...

The last snowball was piled up, and the shape of the snowman was completed. Gu Yunzhou handed over two black buttons, and Ji Zhaoming quickly took them and put them on.

Ji Zhaoming tentatively asked, "Do you have any wishes?"

Gu Yunzhou answered quickly: "No."

Ji Zhaoming didn't give up: "Why don't you think about it again? Or do you know what their wishes are?"

Sure enough, Gu Yunzhou pondered for a short while, but soon raised his head again, and looked closely at his king, his face like an iceberg released a gleam of warmth.

"The king's wish is our wish."

Ji Zhaoming was dumbfounded.

It was only then that he discovered that Gu Yunzhou's face was the kind of fresh meat that could make a living by his face in his era, and made his debut in situ.Perhaps because of the robot, Gu Yunzhou's skin is very white, extremely transparent, his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and his sword eyebrows give him the wantonness of a teenager, but it's a pity that his expression is too cold, so it always makes people feel a little gloomy.

Ji Zhaoming didn't dare to look too much, and whispered, "What about other things? Like wealth? Status?"

He is a southerner, and he always speaks with a southern accent unconsciously. When he lowers his voice, the little milk voice comes out.

Unexpectedly, he himself didn't notice it, and pretended to move his eyes casually to the snowman, Ji Zhaoming suddenly gave a surprise.

At first he thought it was just an ordinary button, but when he took a closer look, he realized that the button looked black, but it was actually colorful black, with brilliant brilliance flowing inside.

Ji Zhaoming: "What the hell is this?"

Gu Yunzhou replied: "One material."

The material is also very nice.

Ji Zhaoming asked cautiously, "Is it expensive?"

Gu He immediately snatched up: "It's not expensive. If the king likes it, just take it. If it's not enough, we can grab it."

grab?

Gu Yunzhou explained Ji Zhaoming's doubts: "There are not many other races who refuse to sell this thing."

... Isn't that a priceless treasure?

Ji Zhaoming thought for a while, what did he want to ask earlier?

Oh, it's asking if you want wealth and status.

It's his own humiliation, I'm sorry.

He shrank his head even more into his coat and hat, as if nothing had happened.

The fluff on the hat fluttered in the wind and landed lightly on his face.

So soft that he wanted to make people rua hard, Gu Yunzhou suddenly understood the question he had been thinking about before: what is his king best suited for?

is an animal.

A squishy animal like his king.

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Future Gu Yunzhou: It's me! ! !