The bat looked in Sophie's direction again, this time quieter.

"Isn't the Miss Sophie in your mind beautified by nostalgia and longing?"

Prafda was stunned, and just thinking about what the bat said was enough to shake her heart, not because she was immature, but because Sophie was too important to her.

"Anyone can unintentionally beautify the image of the deceased in their own mind, right? Some people miss it, some people feel guilty, the reasons are different, but in fact they are all the same. ”

Prafda didn't want to admit it, but somehow couldn't deny it. During the period when he was guarding Sophie's body alone, did he overly beautify Sophie's image in his heart? Hundreds of years is too long, time can wear away memories, emotions, and even more images of others in one's heart, even if it is only worn away from the edges and corners, that memory and feelings are no longer what they used to be.

This is the same even for Praphda as a puppet, how can I prove that my feelings for Sophie are still the same? How can I know that what I love deeply is not because I miss the beautified Sophie, but the original Sophie?

Prafda used to think that being healthy by Sophie's side was her greatest happiness, but now ...... She was as confused as she was when she lost Sophie.

"But you don't have to think too much about it. People will change, as long as they live in this world, it is common sense to adapt to the environment and the changes of the times. ”

Prafda stabilized her wavering heart, she was no longer a little girl who would be shaken by this level of confusion, hundreds of years had given her countless loneliness and sorrow, and the same weight of experience as those lonely sorrows.

"Why are you talking to me about this. ”

Or should you ask, 'Why do you say that?' and it's not a question of disobedience or anything like that, but something more essential...... What is the purpose of the bat saying this. It's a bit unorthodox to doubt other people's intentions, but if you only talk about the results, bats are undoubtedly the type that will make Plaphda feel a gap, so Plaphda has to consider the intentions of the bats.

"Ah...... I'm sorry, but please forget what I just said, it's not for outsiders like me to meddle in your affairs. ”

The bat didn't seem to realize until now that what he said was inappropriate, and quickly apologized.

"I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and if I'm not careful, I get verbose. ”

The bat lowered its head, very sincere.

Seeing the bat's sincere attitude, Pravda couldn't continue to pursue the account, but she was no longer in the mood to continue gossiping with the bat, she mounted her weapon on the shoulder armor and set off without saying a word.

Looking at Prafda's distant back, the corners of the bat's mouth were slightly torn apart, not a smile, but a facial movement that was not even appropriate to call an expression.

"That's the beginning, isn't it?"

It's not talking to anyone, it's just asking and answering yourself, maybe it's also trying to confirm for yourself, because the bat's eyes gradually become firm.

Walking among the low houses, Prafda was vigilant not to miss any trouble, she had seen the force of the enemy, it was not comparable to the petty fights of ordinary humans, and if she was not careful, she would lose miserably.

Beware of enemy sneak attacks...... I want to say that, but apparently the other party doesn't have that kind of idea.

Praphda stood still, her eyes looking straight ahead.

"Should I say I'm too confident in myself, or I'm so stupid that I don't even know how to play tactics?"

Before Plaphda could finish her sigh, the low house in front of her suddenly exploded from the inside, scattering the rubble so much that Plaphda had to raise her hand to cover it.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Meaningless loud laughter, which Prafuda had heard before, in the clinic the other day.

After the explosion, the sand and dust were blown apart, and the man with his whole body full of strange muscles stood there, keeping a wave of his hand, and it seemed that the sand and dust was blown away by his action.

If the last time we met, this man could still be called 'human', now he is just a simple monster.

No matter how many times you look at it, it's a disgusting body, and I've long been familiar with the power of that ugly body, but only the appearance of the ugly thing Prafuda can't adapt, it's not the weirdness of muscle deformation, it's that the originally organized and regular human body has been replaced by something that simply accumulates pieces of flesh in defiance of the rules.

To put it simply, it is no longer a human being, but a lump of flesh with a human self.

Except for the man in front of him, there were figures surrounding him from all directions, they didn't mean to hide, they just stood there and watched, the number was as Charlotte said, a total of ten people, no more, no less.

Despite the new weapons in hand, Praphda was not sure about the performance of these weapons until she was fully familiar with them, and it was better to avoid being besieged by a large number of people until she was familiar with them, but fortunately, everyone except for the man in front of her still maintained the appearance of ordinary humans, and did not seem to have any intention of fighting.

She thinks that only one person is enough to deal with Plaphda, and for Plaphda, this kind of unfounded inference of the enemy based on old requests is simply wonderful, which gives her time to test and familiarize herself with the weapon.

The meaty man laughed haughtily, then looked at Plaphda with a condescending gaze.

"I didn't expect you to fall into the net, it seems that you are not as smart as you seem. Or do you think you can beat me with those little toys on you?"

The man folded his arms, and the strange muscles squirmed like living creatures, not the activity of muscle tension, but irregular wriggling.

He closed his eyes and shook his head with a smile as if he was helpless.

"It seems that you still don't know the gap between us, this is not a gap that can be filled by a fragile piece of iron, why don't you understand?"

When the man opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was a rapidly enlarged sword blade, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

Boom!

It made a sound that didn't look like a sword slashing through flesh, but rather a dull sound like a blunt hammer.

The wriggling muscles of the man's arms were stronger than steel, but they also had the toughness and the softness of the muscles that they should have, firmly holding Prafda's greatsword.

"Why, speechless? I thought you could maintain that self-absorbed attitude no matter what you encountered, did I think highly of you?"

Originally in a bad mood, Prafuda didn't want to pay any etiquette to the enemy, and this kind of hard-hitting guy was the best way to vent his anger.