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Academician Lin Qu walked out of the automated farm with Li Chengqian. He had a disappointed look on his face.

The automatic doors of the automated farm closed.

Behind the automatics door were modified models of the first generation robots roaming around, as if they were patrolling. The terrifying looking electronic eyes kept scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

The farm machines that had been silent and motionless in the automated farm began to move after Academician Lin Qu left.

The two harvesting machines worked on the Great Buckthorn fruit tree, one after another.

The succulent Great Buckthorn fruits disappeared from the fruit tree and fell into the harvesting machines.

The automated farm once again operated according to the original design.