As Novalo was about to take off, the conceptual weapon in her hand suddenly flickered, but she didn't notice the change and forcibly activated the wings, only to have the conceptual weapon completely disappear along with the wings after a flicker that was longer than before.

Novalo, who had already flown about two meters away, fell to the ground like a bird that had been shot at it.

An arc of electricity flashed behind her, followed by a rapid scorching peel of the skin behind her, and wisps of green smoke rose up.

No matter how much the doll resembles a human, it is still a doll, and the mechanical part of her body cannot withstand such a high spiritual energy output, and it is completely burned. Novalo struggled to her feet, her otherwise clean and beautiful face covered with dirt and dust, and she looked like a dirty child who didn't know where she came from.

She couldn't even stand up, the puppet wasn't completely mechanical, so now she could still move, but the puppet wasn't completely biological, so now she had to lie on the ground like this.

Nova used his hands and feet together, crawling slowly on the ground.

"Bastard!" She gritted her teeth and read it, her voice small but one could feel the strong emotions in it.

"Bastard!"

She continued to crawl, and because she was pushing too hard, her fingers holding the ground broke the skin, and blood flowed out.

"Bastard!"

Sharp metal shards left on the ground cut through her body that was dragging against the ground, and blood flowed out.

"Bastard!"

She bit her lip and blood flowed out.

At that moment, she suddenly hallucinated when she saw the old Tul man who had sheltered her standing not far away, looking at herself crawling on the ground.

Dolls never hallucinate, as they should. It's like robots never dream.

However, Novalo felt that he had seen it.

Bai Longgong was there, as if waiting for her to pass. So she kept crawling, moving forward little by little. Trying to get close to the apparition.

However, the phantom's head suddenly dropped.

Suddenly Novalo couldn't crawl anymore, and she lay on the ground and cried sadly.

**

Novalo's memories began in a white light, the result of her eyes opening for the first time unable to adjust to the light.

As the white light faded, the figure of the old Turk appeared.

The information she had entered in her mind came to Novalu, and she knew that this was her master.

The old man spoke: "As a weapon, you are really beautiful." ”

Novalo quickly retrieved the pre-entered information. He then said: "My exterior design does not conform to the aesthetics of the Turles. ”

"Yes, that's only for the Tulhurs who have never set their sights on other races. I'm not like them, I haven't been in touch with any race in the galaxy, so I know how to appreciate things that are different from us. Starting today, you will be my child. ”

"I'm not a child, I'm a weapon." Novalo replied solemnly.

Unexpectedly, the old Turk laughed heartily.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said, "and you'll be fine now." Take your time and I'll let you grow like a normal child. ”

In the days that followed, the old Turks had been teaching Novalo to treat her like a real child.

However, it took almost five years for Novalou. Only then did she gradually begin to understand the old man's intentions, and it took her another year to learn to smile from within.

On that day, the old Turks held a feast. After a good celebration, Noarew was wrapped in beautiful clothes like a princess. However, by that time Noaro could already tell what the Turles thought of her, and she knew that none of the people who attended the banquet had come for her. Only the old man was really, really happy.

After the feast, the old Turk called Novalo to his study, and said to her in a serious tone: "You can feel it just now, those people are all here for my power, they don't care if you laugh or not, many people even think that you are my pet in captivity to satisfy their special hobbies, they don't look down on you at all, they just pretend to be happy for you on the surface, you should be able to feel it all now." ”

"Yes," Novalo nodded, then added, "I'm fine." ”

"It's not going to be okay, I'm sure of that. Because a long, long time ago when I was a child, I went through all this, and I understood that it was at my birthday party, and I was standing there receiving the blessings of the people, but no one was actually looking at me, their eyes reflected me, but they didn't have me in their minds at all. All they really looked at was my father, and my grandfather. I was so sad that it was as if the whole world had abandoned me. At that time, I was very short, and I had to look up at everyone, and the adults around me looked like a primeval jungle, strange, dangerous, and unforgiving. So I tried to be strong, and I tried my best to show that strength, and by the time I noticed that people were already thinking that I was a person who was prone to anger. ”

"No, you...... It was peaceful. ”

"Do you really think so?"

Novalo was silent.

The old man laughed: "Hahaha, it seems that you have not only learned to laugh, but also learned to flatter, which is good, it means that you are beginning to become like an intelligent creature with a soul." ”

"Do intelligent beings with souls flatter?"

"Some of them probably don't, like races that are very strong and therefore less social, and never flatter. But we are unfortunately among the more social races, although we are also strong individuals. Come, bring the wine. ”

The people of Tule don't have such a thing as wine, but the old man, the White Dragon Gong, still has a lot of alcoholic products brewed by other races, and he will drink a little whenever there is something to celebrate.

Novalo quickly took out wine and wine utensils and filled them with white dragon gong.

The old Turks tasted the wine happily, and asked for a little drink of Novalu to try.

"I don't understand the point of drinking it." Novalo said.

"It's okay, it's okay now. We can take our time. ”

- Let's take our time, the old Turk always said this to Novalu, and whenever he said that, he had a strange feeling, and she still didn't understand what it was, except that she liked it.

And on that day, Novalus accompanied the old Turk to drink wine and watched him look pleasant.

"Is it so pleasant for me to be flattered?" Noaro couldn't help but ask, "Isn't flattery a derogatory term?" ”

"yes, that's a bad word, the real Taran never does anything like that. However, there are two sides to life, and are bad people really bad people? Are good people really completely magnificent? So we have to accept this two-facedness, do you know the word love? ”

"There's an entry in my database, and it's a foreign word."

"Yes, the Tulle people have no love, and in the earliest days we used duels to decide who had the strongest looking women, and women also used duels to decide who was the strongest and worthy of the best men. But now, some young people are also starting to pay attention to love. And I, when I traveled around the galaxy, I used to examine love, and the basis of this bond is to accept everything about the other person, whether good or bad. Ah, off topic, I'm telling you what to do with this. Wine is something that makes people talk a lot. ”

Saying that, the old Turk took another big sip of wine, and then smashed his mouth with satisfaction.

"This wine was given to me by a human diplomat fifty-five years ago, called Du Kang or something, and the diplomat also told me that there is a saying in human culture that there are four great joys in life: watching the cherry blossoms at night in spring, looking at the stars in summer, enjoying the full moon in autumn, and the first snow in winter, all of these four things will become more pleasing to the eye because of the company of fine wine. I still don't dare to say that I understand the mystery, so I have been cherishing this bottle of wine until I understand it. ”

"Sorry, I don't know ......"

"It doesn't matter, wine is always drunk. Speaking of which, the human race is very interesting, they always put a lot of effort into something that doesn't make sense, you know, just different kinds of wine, humans make thousands of different kinds of wine, each one is different. And wine is just one of the many beverages of human beings. I've never seen a race put so much effort into what to drink. ”

"Isn't that a waste?" Novalo asked, confused.

"Yes, it's a waste, and most races think so, so everyone is amazed when they see the dazzling array of drinks and food that humans have brought out."

Novalo was silent, for she didn't know what to say.

The old Turk continued: "Thanks to the diplomat, I have come to understand humanity a little. He once told me that wine only tastes good when you drink it with others, and that drinking it alone can only make people feel bitter. I scoffed at it, but it wasn't until the diplomat left the home planet of Turre that I realized he was right. Now, thanks to you, Novalue, I can feel the beauty of drinking with people again. ”

"Uh, I just keep pouring this ethanol solvent into my mouth......"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay now, take your time, one day you can understand the mystery of wine, I really look forward to that day."

**

That day is no longer possible.

Nova Lu was lying on the ground, probably because the mechanical parts were damaged, and the tear ducts couldn't control it at all.

At this moment, she is very sure that she can understand the bitterness of solitude.

Just then, someone came up to her.

"I originally wanted to say hello to the Black Dragon Gong and tell him, 'After the White Dragon Gong hangs up, the organization will support you', but when I saw such a big battle, what is this, did you do it?"

Char, the masked man, crouched down in front of Nova and looked down at her.

"Isn't this the little act of the White Dragon Family?" (To be continued.) )