The wooden stick was fierce and urgent, and it was swept down by a big man's full strength.

If it hits Qin Xin's head, it will inevitably be blown up.

However.

Qin Xin was carrying a box for planting mint seedlings in one hand and a cookie basket in the other hand, but in the flash, he raised his hand holding the cookie basket and grabbed the wooden stick.

Next second.

"Click--!"

Break the stick directly.

Wu Zhiming pinched the broken half of the wooden stick in his hand, shook his arm that was so shocked that it was shocked, and was stunned: "You...you..."

Qin Xin looked back lightly: "So what about me?"

Wu Zhiming looked her up and down and said firmly: "You are a robot!"

Then, his eyes lit up, staring at Qin Xin's arm: "Tell me quickly, who customized your right steel arm for you? How good is it, I will fail..."

Wu Zhiming shook his other half of his broken arm, grinning and frustrated.

Qin Xin looked at the one-armed man with messy hair in front of him and frowned: This Frankenstein is really obsessed with the robot experiment, and he looks like a robot anytime, anywhere.

"What's the use of me telling you? You haven't signed an agreement and can't do robot experiments for life?"

Wu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "I used myself to experiment, but I didn't commit a foul!"

Qin Xin said calmly: "No foul, are you sure? Didn't you modify the No. 1 car in Azhou?"

Wu Zhiming looked confused: "What racing car? I'm not interested in racing. I just want to build the most perfect robot."

Qin Xin took out an egg-sized mini aerial robot from his pocket: "Here, this is broken. If you can fix it, I believe you will create a perfect robot."

Wu Zhiming took it and fiddled with one arm for a long time.

Qin Xin noticed that he was very familiar with machine structure and could see where the fault was at a glance, but his operation could not keep up.

One hand is very dull and inflexible, and it keeps shaking, so it is impossible to perform fine movements at all. This simple aerial photography robot cannot be repaired properly.

really.

After fiddling with her for a few minutes, Wu Zhiming threw the mini aerial robot in anger: "What a broken thing? I'm not interested. Only real robots are worthy of me to study!"

Qin Xin: "A real robot...a racer Matthew's kind? Did you modify it?"

Wu Zhiming covered his head, as if he was thinking desperately: "Matthew...Matthew... is so familiar, where have you heard it? I don't care, I'm not interested in people, I just want to build a real robot... You can show me your steel arm!"

Qin Xin observed his condition and did not look like a normal person, but it was a little different from mental illness. To be more precise, Wu Zhiming's thinking seemed to have suffered some serious blow, just like Huo Zhen and Qin Xiaoshuang could not control his Tourette disease, and Wu Zhiming could not control his obsession with robots.

Is this really a psychosis? Or is it a paranoia?

Wu Zhiming is so ill that his hands are shaking so hard that he can't even repair the simplest aerial robot. Can he still help people with robot modification experiments?

Qin Xin had a calm face, snatched the wooden stick from Wu Zhiming's hand, and broke it again, and the wooden stick broke into four pieces.

This big guy is very powerful even for the psychopath.

Wu Zhiming shut up.

She could finally look around the yard and the house quietly.

I saw that Wu Zhiming's range of activities was filled with messy gadgets, but they were all like playing houses and had no technological content.

However, there was a pot of tulips on the head of his bed, which made Qin Xin look at him twice.

Qin Xin's eyebrows tightly froze—
Chapter completed!