Li Zheng hadn't gone over to decompose the bodies yet when two robots took the lead, standing in front of a corpse each, staring blankly, lost in thought. It was unclear what they were thinking about.
After a while, the robots suddenly squatted down, inch by inch caressing the surface of the bodies.
From Li Zheng's perspective, these two robots seemed to have some peculiar hobby.
But from the emotional fluctuations coming from the robots, Li Zheng could only feel an uncontrollable sadness.
"Could these two purple-skinned people have been their previous owners? Like rabbits mourning the death of a fox?" Li Zheng thought these robots were quite principled. Even after being treated like that by the purple-skinned people, they were still saddened by their deaths.
Since the robots had been of much help in the battle, Li Zheng tactfully refrained from interrupting them, allowing the two robots to wallow in self-pity.
