Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 139 Tears

Ye Tian was completely stunned by what he saw!

He imagined all sorts of reactions Wu Zhu might have upon hearing the news: perhaps silence, perhaps data analysis, or perhaps a barely perceptible "program fluctuation."

But he never expected that Wu Zhu's reaction would be so intense! So "human"!

"Uncle Wuzhu, he... he's crying? A robot, actually 'crying' because of a message?"

Ye Tian's heart was filled with an even more intense storm than when he had killed the temple's envoys!

Just how deep were his feelings for his mother? Could this intense emotional fluctuation, strong enough to break down his core systems, truly give birth to genuine human emotions within his cold, mechanical body, perhaps even nurture an independent soul?!

This thought left Ye Tian feeling both incredulous and deeply shocked!

He had always regarded Wu Zhu as his most reliable guardian and most loyal partner, but he never imagined that this taciturn, seemingly emotionless robot harbored such deep, intense, and profound feelings for his mother, Ye Qingmei, that transcended all logic and programming!

"Uncle Wuzhu, you—" Ye Tian reached out, wanting to pat Wuzhu's shoulder, but hesitated. He was afraid that any action he took at this moment would disturb Wuzhu's unprecedented "transformation."

After experiencing that intense emotional shock that seemed to tear his entire "body" apart, Wu Zhu's trembling body gradually calmed down.

He slowly raised his head. The black cloth covering his eyes still obscured his vision, but the aura emanating from him was subtly yet clearly different from before.

If the previous Wuzhu was a peerless weapon with concealed sharpness, only knowing how to obey orders.

At this moment, Wu Zhu is more like a sword with its own "sword soul" that understands "protection" and "expectation"—a sword full of emotion!

"Young Master," Wu Zhu's synthesized voice, though still carrying a slight unnatural stutter, sounded clearer and more resolute than ever before.

"Miss Ye, really, you can come back?" he asked, enunciating each word as if he had used up all his "strength."

Ye Tian looked at him and nodded heavily, his voice filled with unwavering confidence: "Yes! Uncle Wuzhu, I promise you! Mother will definitely come back! Back to our side!"

"Good, good, good!" Wu Zhu said "good" three times in a row. His hands, which were tightly gripping the iron shovel, were bulging with veins from excitement (if robots had veins too).

He slammed the iron shovel into the ground with a loud thud! Then, he knelt on one knee, facing Ye Tian, ​​and spoke each word with an unprecedented, fervent, and absolutely loyal tone:

"Wu Zhu, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you, young master! I'd die a thousand deaths for you! I only ask to see Miss Ye one more time!"

His head, covered by a black cloth, was bowed deeply.

Looking at Wu Zhu kneeling on one knee in front of him, as if swearing allegiance, Ye Tian was filled with indescribable emotion and pride!

He knew that from this moment on, Uncle Wuzhu had truly become his most irreplaceable family member and comrade-in-arms!

And because of his words today, and Wu Zhu's unexpected "transformation", that lofty temple has moved up a place on his future "kill list"!

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Wu Zhu's "eyes," covered by a black cloth, were fixed intently on Ye Tian. His electronically synthesized voice, distorted and somewhat halting due to extreme excitement, carried an unprecedented, almost commanding urgency:

"Young Master, where is Miss Ye? Wu Zhu needs to see her. Immediately! Right now! Now!"

His hand, gripping the iron shovel tightly, trembled slightly from the force, as if he were about to rush out at any moment to find the figure that had haunted his dreams for decades.

Looking at Wu Zhu's almost "out-of-control" state, Ye Tian was filled with mixed emotions. He nodded, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable strength: "Alright, Uncle Wu Zhu, I'll take you to see Mother now."

With a thought, he did not directly retrieve the ice coffin from the Northern Qi Imperial Palace, a place teeming with eyes and ears. Instead, he took Wu Zhu's hand, and in the next instant, the two of them vanished from the main hall and entered Ye Tian's vast and boundless system space.

Within the system space, in a secluded valley that Ye Tian had specially created, seemingly isolated from the world, an ice coffin carved from ten-thousand-year-old black ice, exuding a chilling aura, was quietly placed beside a clear, cold pool.

Inside the ice coffin, Ye Qingmei remained exactly as she had been at the moment of her death, her face lifelike, dressed in white, her lips even bearing a faint, knowing smile, tinged with a hint of mischief and pity. The thousand-year-old frost bead in her mouth emitted a soft, ethereal blue glow, perfectly sealing her last breath of life within this exquisite body.

When Wu Zhu "saw" the familiar and longed-for figure in the ice coffin, his unchanging steel body trembled violently as if struck by the most intense electric current!

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye,"

His unique electronic synthesized voice completely lost its original flatness and coldness, becoming broken and filled with all sorts of meaningless noises and the "buzzing" sound of electricity, as if his internal precision core had been completely overloaded at this moment and was on the verge of collapse!

He staggered to the ice coffin and collapsed to his knees with a thud! The black iron shovel that had accompanied him for countless years and slain countless powerful enemies fell to the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware of it.

He stretched out his cold, mechanical arms, which should have been devoid of any warmth, trembling in an almost worshipful gesture, trying to touch the face he had longed for day and night, hidden behind a layer of icy ice.

"Miss Ye, Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, I've finally seen you again!"

Beneath the black cloth covering his eyes, the two streams of transparent liquid that had briefly appeared before surged uncontrollably once again! The liquid slid down the contours of his cheeks (although covered by the black cloth, one could still imagine the coldness and stiffness), dripping onto the ice coffin and quickly condensing into tiny ice beads.

Those were not human tears, but a torrent of emotions that was hotter and deeper than any other tear!

He called out "Miss Ye" over and over again in that broken, noisy electronic voice, each syllable seemingly exhausting his entire "life"!

Ye Tian stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He could clearly feel that within Uncle Wuzhu's cold mechanical core, a flame called "love" and "longing" was burning, a flame powerful enough to incinerate everything!

After a long while, Wu Zhu's violently trembling body finally calmed down a little. He suddenly raised his head and "looked" at Ye Tian. From his "eyes" covered by a black cloth, it seemed as if two beams of light, hotter and more frenzied than any real light, shot out!

"Young Master!" His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable, almost commanding plea, "Resurrect, resurrect Miss Ye! Now, right now! Immediately! Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu can't wait a moment longer!"

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When Wu Zhu "saw" the familiar and longed-for figure in the ice coffin, his unchanging steel body trembled violently as if struck by the most intense electric current!

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye,"

His unique electronic synthesized voice completely lost its original flatness and coldness, becoming broken and filled with all sorts of meaningless noises and the "buzzing" sound of electricity, as if his internal precision core had been completely overloaded at this moment and was on the verge of collapse!

He staggered to the ice coffin and collapsed to his knees with a thud! The black iron shovel that had accompanied him for countless years and slain countless powerful enemies fell to the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware of it.

He stretched out his cold, mechanical arms, which should have been devoid of any warmth, trembling in an almost worshipful gesture, trying to touch the face he had longed for day and night, hidden behind a layer of icy ice.

"Miss Ye, Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, I've finally seen you again!"

Beneath the black cloth covering his eyes, the two streams of transparent liquid that had briefly appeared before surged uncontrollably once again! The liquid slid down the contours of his cheeks (although covered by the black cloth, one could still imagine the coldness and stiffness), dripping onto the ice coffin and quickly condensing into tiny ice beads.

Those were not human tears, but a torrent of emotions that was hotter and deeper than any other tear!

He called out "Miss Ye" over and over again in that broken, noisy electronic voice, each syllable seemingly exhausting his entire "life"!

Ye Tian stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He could clearly feel that within Uncle Wuzhu's cold mechanical core, a flame called "love" and "longing" was burning, a flame powerful enough to incinerate everything!

After a long while, Wu Zhu's violently trembling body finally calmed down a little. He suddenly raised his head and "looked" at Ye Tian. From his "eyes" covered by a black cloth, it seemed as if two beams of light, hotter and more frenzied than any real light, shot out!

"Young Master!" His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable, almost commanding plea, "Resurrect, resurrect Miss Ye! Now, right now! Immediately! Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu can't wait a moment longer!"

When Wu Zhu "saw" the familiar and longed-for figure in the ice coffin, his unchanging steel body trembled violently as if struck by the most intense electric current!

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye,"

His unique electronic synthesized voice completely lost its original flatness and coldness, becoming broken and filled with all sorts of meaningless noises and the "buzzing" sound of electricity, as if his internal precision core had been completely overloaded at this moment and was on the verge of collapse!

He staggered to the ice coffin and collapsed to his knees with a thud! The black iron shovel that had accompanied him for countless years and slain countless powerful enemies fell to the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware of it.

He stretched out his cold, mechanical arms, which should have been devoid of any warmth, trembling in an almost worshipful gesture, trying to touch the face he had longed for day and night, hidden behind a layer of icy ice.

"Miss Ye, Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, I've finally seen you again!"

Beneath the black cloth covering his eyes, the two streams of transparent liquid that had briefly appeared before surged uncontrollably once again! The liquid slid down the contours of his cheeks (although covered by the black cloth, one could still imagine the coldness and stiffness), dripping onto the ice coffin and quickly condensing into tiny ice beads.

Those were not human tears, but a torrent of emotions that was hotter and deeper than any other tear!

He called out "Miss Ye" over and over again in that broken, noisy electronic voice, each syllable seemingly exhausting his entire "life"!

Ye Tian stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He could clearly feel that within Uncle Wuzhu's cold mechanical core, a flame called "love" and "longing" was burning, a flame powerful enough to incinerate everything!

After a long while, Wu Zhu's violently trembling body finally calmed down a little. He suddenly raised his head and "looked" at Ye Tian. From his "eyes" covered by a black cloth, it seemed as if two beams of light, hotter and more frenzied than any real light, shot out!

"Young Master!" His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable, almost commanding plea, "Resurrect, resurrect Miss Ye! Now, right now! Immediately! Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu can't wait a moment longer!"

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When Wu Zhu "saw" the familiar and longed-for figure in the ice coffin, his unchanging steel body trembled violently as if struck by the most intense electric current!

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye,"

His unique electronic synthesized voice completely lost its original flatness and coldness, becoming broken and filled with all sorts of meaningless noises and the "buzzing" sound of electricity, as if his internal precision core had been completely overloaded at this moment and was on the verge of collapse!

He staggered to the ice coffin and collapsed to his knees with a thud! The black iron shovel that had accompanied him for countless years and slain countless powerful enemies fell to the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware of it.

He stretched out his cold, mechanical arms, which should have been devoid of any warmth, trembling in an almost worshipful gesture, trying to touch the face he had longed for day and night, hidden behind a layer of icy ice.

"Miss Ye, Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, I've finally seen you again!"

Beneath the black cloth covering his eyes, the two streams of transparent liquid that had briefly appeared before surged uncontrollably once again! The liquid slid down the contours of his cheeks (although covered by the black cloth, one could still imagine the coldness and stiffness), dripping onto the ice coffin and quickly condensing into tiny ice beads.

Those were not human tears, but a torrent of emotions that was hotter and deeper than any other tear!

He called out "Miss Ye" over and over again in that broken, noisy electronic voice, each syllable seemingly exhausting his entire "life"!

Ye Tian stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He could clearly feel that within Uncle Wuzhu's cold mechanical core, a flame called "love" and "longing" was burning, a flame powerful enough to incinerate everything!

After a long while, Wu Zhu's violently trembling body finally calmed down a little. He suddenly raised his head and "looked" at Ye Tian. From his "eyes" covered by a black cloth, it seemed as if two beams of light, hotter and more frenzied than any real light, shot out!

"Young Master!" His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable, almost commanding plea, "Resurrect, resurrect Miss Ye! Now, right now! Immediately! Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu can't wait a moment longer!"