When you are alone, learning to self-regulate your mood has always been a compulsory subject for a lonely person.

As a strong man known as the 'Humanoid Scourge', and the 'monster' in the mouth of bounty hunters, Scati has always been isolated from others.

And the reason for this move is the organization she belongs to, the Deep Sea Hunters.

Unlike other organizations, this organization, hidden beneath the surface of the world of Terra, did not treat her as 'its own' from the beginning, but was merely a test subject.

They made her, but they couldn't completely control her.

As a result, blow after blow came one after another.

In the face of battle, Scati has never been afraid, with her strong and abnormal physical ability, most normal people need heavy armor to defend against attacks, she can rely on her body to resist the attack.

This is not only a physical bonus brought by a special race, but also the result of the experiment of the 'Deep Sea Hunter'.

She's a perfect experiment.

Just a little disobedient.

Therefore, in order to control her and fight her, the deep-sea hunter who could not physically destroy her chose to force her by destroying her spirit, just like a pack of wolves driving away her prey, making her keep running, constantly tired, and reaching her psychological limit again and again.

All the people who have stood by her side, the people who have come into contact with her, are constantly and inexplicably dying because of her.

So much so that Scati was never able to take sustenance from others.

She has also tried to join other organizations, but often within a few months, the entire organization will dismember and collapse.

To this day, Scati can't forget the gaze of her former comrades on their deathbed.

Probably hate.

As a result, she became a 'monster' living in isolation.

Until the other day, after receiving an ordinary bounty task, as usual, she met the man.

Very strong, very strong, very strong male.

Aside from the 'Calamity' she had defeated, it was the first time she had played against such a formidable opponent.

Whether it's speed, strength, skill, or the joy of battle.

Every bit and drop of the battle, as well as his face and voice, remained as deeply imprinted in her memory.

Skati had never felt his memory so clear.

Standing in the corner of the shadows, watching Han Baiyi's back gradually fade away, Scati couldn't help but think of these two sentences again.

There was still no expression on the little face.

But the skin on his face was so red that it was about to smoke.

A pair of red eyes stared at Han Baiyi's figure gradually moving away, and his mood was inexplicably a little complicated.

"I guess that's what it feels like to be a companion."

Scati thought to herself.

Scati, who had never had a real companion since she escaped from that place, had a hard time understanding the concept, just imagining.

If you can't protect the people you want to protect, you are not strong enough, and if you are not strong enough, you are weak.

Weakness, i.e., original sin.

So, Scati has been choosing to escape.

She didn't want to keep dying with people she recognized.

Only now, she suddenly realized that there was another way out.

Since she can't protect her companions, why don't she just find someone stronger than her own as a companion?!

The organization can't kill her→ she can't beat her companions→ the organization can't kill her companions!

The logic is clear, and the loop is clear!

It's planned!

So, for the first time, Scati had the idea of taking the initiative to find someone to be his companion.

As long as her companion is strong enough, then she won't experience the feeling of loss again.

As for what bounty quests?

Whoever she loves goes, she doesn't take this task anyway.

Small money is of course a good thing, but in the face of great dark loneliness, money is worthless.

Now for Scati's headache, she doesn't know how to make friends.

In order to study Han Baiyi's actions and interests, Scati even carried a small black notebook with him.

And because of his strong strength, Scati even often sneaked to Nan Wu to steal Tou Kui's daily life to spy on Han Baiyi.

The above records the items related to Han Baiyi.

What time do you eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, what you eat, which hand you use, how many times a day you go to the toilet, who you talk to, what you like to talk about.

It's not that Scati has any thoughts about Han Baiyi, he just wants to study what direction to intervene in his life.

Although there is a gap of more than 100 meters between the mobile city port interface between the Nanwu and Lentinium, it is only a matter of jumping and jumping for Scati, and it is convenient to go back and forth.

It's just that she's been following her for three whole days, not to mention talking, and she hasn't even succeeded in getting closer.

Every time he approached within 100 meters, Scati couldn't help but start blushing, his body temperature rising, his movements stiff, and his tongue knotted.

Over time, Scati was about to form Mr. White TSD.

It's not easy to make a companion.

Scati often has this thought these days.

Looking at Han Baiyi's back as he was about to disappear at the end of the street, Scati curled his soft and smooth long silver hair with one finger on his chest, his red pupils focused and spread uneasily, and he gently bit his thumb nail in his mouth.

All kinds of pick-up in the brain, a small theater.

The expression is still nothing.

Killer whales are social animals, and Scati is no exception when it comes to her ethnicity.

It's just that she has always maintained the habit of walking alone since she was born, so she has forgotten how to communicate with others.

That's why it's melancholy.

However, before Scati launched a pick-up offensive against Han Baiyi, a long sword had quietly caught her neck.

It was a woman in a black woolen gown.

Two long horns as pure as ivory stretched from the sides of her skull, but her appearance was delicate and elf-like, soft and elegant, a pair of red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her body was close to Scati.

The blade of the long sword in his right hand was pressed against Scati's white neck.

Press down slightly.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the sharpness of the long sword, Scati was still expressionless, just glanced down with those bright red pupils, and then reached behind his back.

Snort

The thin sword slashed, like a flash of light, but the sound in his ears and the touch in his hands were not the same as the feeling in the Shining's memory.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The black big sword slammed into front of him from behind, and the slender arm burst out with a huge sense of contradiction and contrast in an instant, the big sword weighing hundreds of pounds slashed through a black arc, the waist twisted with the movement, and the whole person twisted like a dance, the black big sword was in Scati's hand, but it was like a high-speed swinging golf club, slamming like the shining spirit behind him.

On the white neck, there is only a slightly broken red and white line.

Buzzing.

The air was squeezed by the tremendous force, and a faint and vague ripple was torn apart on both sides of the black sword, like a ripple across the water with the palm of the hand, and even the light was vaguely refracted with it, and the pure and huge power wrapped in the shock wave drew a rough line in the dark alley.

The masonry is shattered.

Shining's pupils shrank, as if she didn't expect such a majestic power to erupt from this woman's slender body, and the most important thing was that she didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in the source stone technique, that is, all this was the physical strength of the woman in front of her.

What a terrifying power.

On one side of the figure, the foot followed one step back, two steps, and then the huge shock wave exploded like a zha dan thrown into the water, and the white torrent swept to both sides, and then tore straight in front of the shining sword like Moses dividing the sea.

The long pale blonde hair was pulled straight in the violent wind.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the shining was enveloped in blazing light.

On the soft and delicate face, there is also no expression.

The clash of swords caused the entire alley to be destroyed by the power of the two of them.

A sword fell, and the majestic force exploded at the contact point on the ground, forming a huge irregular crater like a tearing wound.

In the center of the crater, Scati was still the same faceless face, the dark blue sharkskin tights outlined a beautiful arc, and the slender arms casually picked up the black greatsword that did not match her size at all, and carried it on her shoulder.

Her long, silky silver hair fluttered in the breeze mixed with dust and gravel, and her bright red pupils seemed to glow.

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