Cat Garbage twitched twice, "In my civilization, we have 182 genders. When different genders meet, mating is a social etiquette, as simple as eating and drinking."
"So this sentence is a polite greeting... and also the deepest memory I have."
I see...
Lu Yuan exhaled a murky breath from his chest and said earnestly, "As a powerful warrior like me, of course I've mated."
Cat Garbage shuddered, "That's good, comrade. I'm relieved because I haven't mated... With the massive reproductive ability of my civilization, have we conquered Pangu Continent yet? By the way, what is my civilization? And which Epoch is it now?"
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked toward the distant horizon.
Good grief, seriously, good grief.
Those few sentences almost knocked him down.
He walked over and gently patted Cat Garbage, "Comrade, if you're feeling sad, don't keep it to yourself. You can talk to me."
Cat Garbage, "I don't have emotions; I'm just a robot after all. Comrade, tell me the truth."
