This Text Adventure Game is Totally Poisonous

[When the sky was about to get dark, you kept the shape of the transport vehicle and drove near Chunli's bamboo house. 】

[Your body began to deform, retracting all its parts, leaving only the mechanical heart. Chun-Li, who was wrapped in the body, was able to escape. 】

[Chunli breathed fresh air again, but immediately fell to the ground and vomited. It seemed to be a symptom of 'motion sickness'...]

[You send a bottle of sobriety potion to Chunli with a robotic arm. 】

[Chunli picked up the potion and drank it all in one gulp, finally regaining some energy. 】

["Are you okay?" You asked. 】

["No, it's okay..." Chunli lay weakly on her back on the grass nearby, her expression a little dazed. 】

["System Master, how is that robot...?" Chunli asked. 】

【"It has rested in peace."】

Mu You found a way to put it as euphemistically as possible. In fact, the robot had been dismembered into a pile of pieces.

["Did we really... kill a watchman?" Chunli asked dully. 】

Mu You sighed. He really didn't expect that the little girl would show such resistance to killing the robot.

From his perspective, robots are just dead objects, tools made by intelligent creatures. Killing them is no different from disassembling an object.

However, looking at the other party's current behavior, it seems that the robot has been regarded as a real life. To her, what just happened is like a child who has been growing up in a peaceful and stable environment and witnessed the impact of a murder with her own eyes. .

"What happened just now was all done by my will and has nothing to do with you. There is no need to feel pressure." You said. 】

[Chunli smiled reluctantly, did not argue, got up and dragged her tired body towards home. 】

[After entering the bamboo house, Chunli, who had already relaxed, suddenly froze, because at this moment, a figure was already sitting at the table in the bamboo house. 】

["Grandma Yao..." Chunli looked at the old man of the panda tribe in front of her with a guilty conscience. On the table next to the old man, there is a bowl of food made of grass. 】

["Where did you go at night?" The old man stood up, walked to Chunli on crutches, and frowned: "And why do you look so bad? What happened?\