A football-shaped domestic robot, its eyes flickering with red light, kept calling out.
"Please save me."
Li Cunxu pulled it out from the soil.
"How could there be a domestic robot here?"
Domestic robots usually only stay at home, and alongside this cycling path, there are only mechanical metal trees, no houses.
He also saw mechanical parts of domestic robots scattered around, and the half-melted tire of a truck.
Li Cunxu roughly guessed the truth.
This domestic robot was from a delivery truck transporting a batch of domestic robots.
"Thank you for saving me."
Rescued, the domestic robot expressed its gratitude to Li Cunxu following its programming.
With those words, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest, as a dense chorus of domestic robots' cries for help rose up from beneath the ground.
Having nothing else to do, Li Cunxu summoned Xiaoruan to dig and rescue the domestic robots buried underground.
The rescued domestic robots also joined the digging army.
