Priscilla

What is it like to be a qualified Dajian?

Sitting on a big rock, Mo Li couldn't help yawning, his slightly upturned short hair swears that someone just got up after being woken up by the sound of fighting.

Bored and helpless, she looked at Denisa who could only see afterimages in front of her, and used the speed of light to solve a few monsters that disturbed the dream.

What is it like to be a qualified great sword?

Of course not like her.

【nonsense. 】

. . . . .

cough cough.

From the corner of her eye, Denisa glanced at Li Li, who was so leisurely beside her, she squatted down fiercely to avoid the monster attacking from behind, and without looking back, she cut the monster in two with a sword from the middle.

Denisa jumped away from the demon in an instant, and the beheaded demon immediately spattered three steps with blood.

"you..."

Mo Li looked puzzled as he still hadn't woken up, watching Denisa's ruddy and seductive lips twitching slightly through the rain of blood sprayed from the demon's body.

Denisa hadn't had time to finish.

All Li Li saw was a silver figure disappearing from her eyes, and then reappearing from behind her in an instant, blocking the claws of a monster that wanted to attack with a sword.

The demon was shocked, and when he saw that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, he immediately wanted to hide in the jungle, but just when he had the idea of ​​running away, its head had already been separated from its body.

Denisa picked up Li Qi with one hand and jumped away from the monster, avoiding the bloody shower again.

All the actions were completed in just a few seconds, and Li Li didn't even have time to look back.

"There is a demon behind you."

By the time she realized it, she had been thrown to the ground by Denisa like a sandbag, and she was dumbfounded as she watched with no expression on her face and slowly finished what she hadn't said just now.

Her long golden hair was shining white in the wind, and her silver uniform, which was no different from the tights of an acrobatic troupe, fully revealed her exquisite and tall figure, and her snow-like skin made her even redder and whiter.

She has a body like that of Yujie, but she has a weak, easy to push down face, reminiscent of a graceful LOLI face.

The huge long sword was stuck on the ground, and he only held the hilt lightly with his right hand, behind him was a small cloak fluttering in the wind, and his cold silver eyes stared at her as if nothing seemed to exist, as if everything in the world was incomprehensible. her eyes.

MD!

Can you be more handsome! ! ! !

Do you look a little more criminal! ! !

Can! ! !

Mo Li put his hands to his face as if to shout.

what?

Is this a qualified big sword?

Blind your dog eyes!

She is the perfect endorsement at all!

"Get up quickly, we are already approaching the edge of the city." Denisa had no idea about the person on the ground with a distorted expression.

The person who trained her in the organization told her that there are only strong and weak in the world, only the strong can survive, and the weak are the mermaids.

She used to think that way too, but when she killed the awakened person effortlessly when she set out for the first time,

In her world, there are only two categories, those who can be killed and those who cannot.

Survival of the strong is simply nonsense.

Human beings can't even protect their own towns, and they are treated like animals by monsters, but they can't be killed.

Monsters, awakened ones, these predators at the top of the pyramid, are the opponents she must hunt down.

What about the strong, what about the weak, in fact, if she thought about it, there was no difference at all between the two.

She has been in the organization since she was born, and was trained by the organization to become a No. 1 fighter. She will do whatever the organization asks her to do.

If you insist on asking why she obeys the organization like this, she is not very clear about it, but if she does not obey, what will she do?

Let's just get by like this, maybe one day she will figure it out.

This is what she thought, the other fighters seemed to think very differently from her, every time they talked about monsters, their words carried her incomprehensible hatred.

When confronted with demons, even the coldest fighter has a bloodthirsty aura.

Human beings say that they are all silver-eyed witches, half-human, half-demon, monsters, and cursed people.

With blonde hair and silver eyes, she should be the same as them, they are her companions.

But it is obviously so different.

She could see the warriors next to her falling into a hellish state step by step after using the demon power, and she couldn't restrain herself. If it wasn't for such an unforgettable hatred, how could she use the demon power without hesitation every time even knowing the consequences.

So desperate that even she can feel that no one can stop them, but in fact she has no right to stop them.

All she can do is to watch from the sidelines, she knows that she is different from others.

Human beings are not worthy of her desperate protection.

She has no friends, no partners, no relatives, only enemies.

She originally thought that all fighters should be similar, but she was the only one who was different.

Until she received a task from the organization to find a candidate named Priscilla.

"If you don't like it, kill it after you find it. Anyway, as long as you get the corpse back, you will complete the task."

That's what Lu Lu told her at the time.

Her original plan was to kill this Priscilla if she was too weak and carry the body back.

Dead people are much easier to get along with than living people, but the smell is not very pleasant.

But when she saw Priscilla for the first time, she was so surprised that she hardly knew how to react to the face so similar to her own.

When she emerged from the water, she almost thought she saw herself from years ago.

The childish face is as transparent as the crystal drops of water, as delicate as a green lotus in the water. This beautiful face has made her stared at by those disgusting men more than once in the organization.

If she hadn't been smeared with blood after killing demons, her life in the organization would not have been better than that of a prostitute. She has seen too many girls who failed to integrate were ruthlessly ruined. Although the transformed body is terrible , but there will never be a shortage of perverts who like this in the organization.

There are tens of thousands of candidates in the organization, but only 47 of them can become great swordsmen. One can guess how cruel the elimination is.

Looking at her, it was as if she was looking at her former self, and all the past events that she didn't want to think of came flooding back.

It feels really uncomfortable. Although it's not to the point of rejection, it's hard to say that I have any good feelings for her.

After getting along for a few days, I gradually got used to it, and began to pay attention to her every move intentionally or unintentionally, and sometimes I was able to find out her details by listening to her.

It's not that she doesn't know her inexplicable admiration for herself, and some lower-ranked fighters will do the same when facing herself.

However, the worship of soldiers to soldiers is generally very straightforward. The soldiers who have lived in isolation for many years are not like the outsiders, who express their emotions very simply in many ways.

Worship usually represents the trust that they can give their lives to you.

However, her admiration is not like this. Her admiration for herself seems to be based only on her strength, and she is very reserved about other things.

While worshiping himself, he was also cautiously guarding against it.

For monsters, she seemed to be the same as herself, she didn't have any particularly intense emotions, and she killed them simply because if she didn't die like this, she would be herself.

After meeting herself, she no longer has the pressure to survive, nor even the slightest desire to fight.

Although she has no chance even if she wants to fight, but no matter how weak an ordinary fighter is, they will not be completely dependent on others like her.

Even if this other person is yourself.

I have to say that she is the most realistic fighter I have ever seen, as long as it does not affect her own interests, no matter how bad things become, she doesn't care.

Everything is like a wild goose passing without a trace, leaving only a slight imprint, which will soon calm down again.

On the inside, she is the same as herself, like a spectator of the world, very indifferent, but on the outside, she is full of emotions.

He is obviously weak to death, but he is more like himself than anyone else in the world. Just because he is so unique, shouldn't he be included in the scope of not being able to be killed?

After death, no one will be like her.

But the world only needs one Denisa.

She should belong to the range that can be killed, right?

No?

"Dinisha, what are you thinking? Didn't you say you were leaving?"

Denisa came back to her senses, Li Li had already walked a long way, and was turning around to wave to her.

"..."

When did you go that far?

In other words, she seemed to have intentionally not suppressed her evil spirit in order to attract soldiers who could bring her back to the organization.

Denisa's eyes sank, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly if there was nothing there.

It seems that she is not as weak as she imagined. . . .

Denisa slowly raised her finger and pointed to the west, which happened to be the opposite direction from where Li Li walked, and said lightly,

"Go this way."

"(⊙o⊙) Ah!"

Li Li looked in the direction Denisa was pointing at, with a look of heavy blows on his face, and shouted in grief,

"Isn't that the direction I walked all the way!"

"..." Denisa was speechless for a while, so it means that she has been circling around the organization for the past two months.

Priscilla, you're as stupid as you'd expect.

(A certain fish: In fact, she is called a road idiot...

Sister Di: Smiling without saying a word, stroking someone's fish head.

A certain fish: But, like being stupid, there is no cure! !

Mo Li pointed angrily: You sycophant! ! )

The author has something to say: Sister Di is the embodiment of perfection in our mind. . .Hope it didn't ruin her character. . .