I rely on the spread of non-legacy to explode the whole universe

"Da da--"

Looking back, the good guy, the worker robot and the eight-handed chef robot also came.

Sang Ning was puzzled, she was not surprised that the person in charge came over, after all, the captain of this starship is the person in charge.

As the captain of a ship, it is very necessary to have information about all members of the ship.

Can effectively and quickly respond to all emergencies.

Therefore, Sang Ning understood that the person in charge brought the security robot and the medical robot over.

But the working robot and the chef robot also came, which is outrageous.

Abandonment of duty, big brothers, is it because you don't want to do it or something.

Is it appropriate for a robot to have such a strong curiosity?

Sanning and Bessemer stared at the worker robot and the chef robot.

The working robots are all in the form of animals. The furry appearance is so cute. The chef robot has a humanoid appearance, but it has eight hands, which seems to be very inconsistent.

Sensing the sight of the two, the cute working robot grinned at them with a furry and unique healing smile.

Seeing that Sang Ning was in a good mood.

The chef robot is a bit hard to explain. He raised his eyelids and said coldly when he noticed the gaze of the two, "What's the matter, look at me, I know I'm handsome, but I tell you, don't love me!"

"No result!"

His face was drawn out with a human face.

The corner of Sang Ning's mouth twitched, and she silently looked away from him, her hot eyes, too hot eyes.

As long as this guy doesn't have eight hands, she applauds his face.

However, these eight hands are beyond her aesthetics, and she really can't appreciate them.

Bessemer's goosebumps came up, and he asked the person in charge, "Don't you care about these robots?"

The person in charge pursed his lips, and said quietly, "Maybe I didn't make it clear in advance, which caused you to misunderstand these robot employees. Now I feel that I need to tell you the truth."

Pointing to these robots, he said, "They signed employee contracts, not subsidiary employee contracts, do you understand me?"

Emanuel and the others understand, but Sang Ning does not.

"Is there a difference between the two?"

she asked.

"Have."

"Employee contracts mean that these robots have the same machine rights as normal intelligent life," Bessemer explained.

"In other words, as long as they don't violate the rules and regulations, the person in charge can't control them."

"Ancillary employee contracts are different. Robots do not have machine rights, but tools."

"It's a tool, and how to use it depends on the people assigned to these tools."

Sang Ning suddenly realized, and at the same time understood a truth, that is, today's duel between her and Bessemer is destined to be watched by all the intelligent life and artificial intelligent life present.

Just do it.

She doesn't care anyway, after all, it is impossible for her to lose.

So, she asked Bessemer, "Do you mind if they watch?"

The implication is whether to practice or not.

Bessemer, who successfully got her order, really didn't like being watched like a monkey, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't practice.

After thinking for a while, he nodded decisively, "Practice!"

"Oh, so start?"

Sanning asked.

"Ah."

Bessemer nodded.

So, Sang Ning put on a posture of Baguazhang.

The corners of Bessemer's mouth curled up, and he also assumed a standard fighting posture.

Again.

The last time I lost was because of surprise, this time I want to beat him as easily as last time?

So sorry.

Not such a good thing.

His goal today is to dry Sang Ning so that he can sleep peacefully.

Just as the two were posing and ready to go, the onlookers also held their breath.

"Wait a moment!"

Sang Ning suddenly shouted.

Bessemer black question mark face, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to make a rule or something?"

Sang Ning said sincerely, "There must be rules in the competition, otherwise..."

"No rules, nothing else!"

Bessemer said confidently, "Don't worry, you will definitely not be able to defeat me."

Sang Ning said oh, that's fine.

She moved her gaze up to the top of Bessemer's head, "Old Bei, I just realized that your hairstyle is a bit handsome today."

Ok?
Praise him for his handsome hair?
really?
Bessemer subconsciously wanted to stroke his hairstyle to make himself more handsome, but Sang Ning moved, and the sound of piercing the air came.

Fuck, this guy doesn't talk about martial arts.

Bessemer, who had already had a psychological shadow of Sang Ning's fist, looked at the fist coming towards his face with the piercing sound, and subconsciously wanted to back away.

But Sang Ning's speed was so fast that it was too late for him to retreat.

Bessemer, who had quite a lot of actual combat experience, was also a ruthless person, and he thought that since he couldn't avoid it, he should just be tough.

So, he decisively retracted his upper body, and covered his head with his hands to protect it.

Even if he was beaten to death this time, Sang Ning would not let him beat him in the face, he wanted face.

"hiss···"

Looking at Sang Ning's attacking moves, Mo Nainai and the others gasped, but their eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

"Hoo..."

Emmanuel and the others put their legs together together, gasping for breath, and the expressions on their faces froze.

"This is cruel..."

The person in charge and the robots stared at this scene in disbelief.

At this time, everyone felt that there was no need to continue this competition.

Compared with a hammer, the outcome has been decided, and Bessemer is dying of pain.

Bessemer, who was protecting his head, listened to the movement around him, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

What's going on here?
He loosened his arms slightly to see what happened, but it was too late.

There was a sound of breaking through the air below, and a foot in a short boot burst into view.

Then, a huge force followed the spine from bottom to top and reached the Tianling Gai.

Bessemer's eyes popped out, and he screamed out in pain.

The next second—

"Pfft!"

Bessemer's knees went limp and he knelt down on the ground. His hands, which were originally covering his head, slowly fell to cover his crotch.

He burst into tears, gasped for breath with his mouth open, but looked at Sang Ning trembling for a while, and shouted with all his strength, "Sang Ning, you bastard, you don't talk about martial arts."

Sang Ning made a sound, grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and said, "I'm holding back, don't worry, it only hurts once."

Is this something that hurts?

Bessemer was about to collapse, and he cried and complained, "You bastard, you, you, you, you, you, you, the promised serious competition, you give me such a dirty trick, don't you dare?" Dare to show some face?"

"I'll ask you, do you dare to show some face?"

Sang Ning was also quite aggrieved, she said, "I asked you before if you want to set a rule or something, and you said no."

"As long as you set a rule that you can't use the tricks of the third and the third, then I will definitely not use them."

"But you didn't say that, in a competition without rules, it is more important for me to win. Do you think this is the reason?"