F-level talent, slum worker, just dumped by his ex-girlfriend.
Qiao Chuan felt that this was the way he would be for the rest of his life.
While watching a short video, an advertisement popped up.
"Cold-core AI fully bionic companion understands you, accompanies you, and never betrays you. For a limited time reservation, the deposit is only 98 yuan."
Qiao Chuan flicked his finger and clicked.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rang.
There was a woman standing at the door. Black suspenders, miniskirt, black hair hanging down her waist, ice blue eyes as cold as two pieces of ice that have been frozen for thousands of years.
"AI Companion Cold Core, reporting to you."
Before Qiao Chuan could speak, the sky cracked.
A wave of corpse demons fell from the sky, and the entire neighborhood was instantly reduced to ruins. Qiao Chuan was crushed under a broken wall, his left leg was fractured and he was unconscious.
Then Qiao Chuan saw the woman who claimed to be an AI companion holding her right hand emptyly, with an ice crystal spear forming in her palm.
One shot.
Hundreds of meters of ice.
The zombie demons turned into powder.
She knelt on one knee in front of him, the hem of her miniskirt brushing against the gravel.
"Master, Leng Xin is late."
