Hunter Fan - Snake

The roads of Loentus are not black asphalt that belongs to big cities. The farther away from the prosperity of the center, the worse the roads are.

The young man with jet-black hair put one hand in his pocket, rubbing his lips with the other, trying to think.Standing beside him was a big boy with malt-yellow hair, his emerald green eyes glowed with a soft halo, his face was bright, and there was a bright smile on his mouth.

The big boy moved his legs from time to time, scratched his hair unnaturally, and fumbled his pockets here and there.When his fingers touched the cold machine in his trouser pocket, the big boy had a painful expression on his face, like a child who couldn't get candy, full of grievances.

The young man looked up at the sky, which was close to the iron-gray azure blue, and the ring-shaped object emitting light was hidden in layers of clouds and refused to show his face.The young man squinted his eyes and looked directly at the sun. The sun in this weather is not very dazzling, and even if he looks directly at it, he will not feel much tactile sensation.

The hand that stroked his lips came down, and the young man turned his head to look in the direction of the big boy. The refined gentleman looked like a duke and aristocrat at the end of the [-]th century. "Xiaxia, what do you think?"

Relieved, the big boy stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead, tilted his head and said, "Leader~ You obviously have the answer~ What else do I need to say~"

"I just thought of someone, and suddenly I want to hear your thoughts." The young man looked easy-going, lowered his hand, and leaned against the dead tree that had lost all its leaves and could not help shaking.

The big boy shook his head, his facial nerves were a little distorted, and he looked distressed, "The little lady's physique is inseparable from Mebius, and Mebius is not on the little lady. According to her naive temper, she is not stubborn Desire has already been controlled by another thing, but the possibility of the latter is very small, what about the former~ Leader~" The big boy rolled his eyes sharply, "Miss is really good at causing trouble~"

The young man probably wasn't used to the rare seriousness of a big boy, he was slightly stunned, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly, lowered his head and fiddled with the hair on his forehead a few times, the pure white bandage loomed against the already sick His skin became even paler, "Yes, but... I don't hate her." As he said that, the young man narrowed his eyes with a happy expression.

The soft lines didn't last long, and the young man became cold instantly, with layers of dead air surging around him, his eyes calm and deep like stagnant black sandalwood, which made people shudder, "I think of a woman, a painter woman. Shallow water, I like it very much Hers."

The big boy frowned, with a dignified expression, as if recalling an unbearable bad memory, faintly, he said, "That's not good, if the little lady knows that Cao Mo died so unjustly, the leader..." The big boy turned around and faced the youth's figure, "Do you want her to kill someone?"

The young man seemed not expecting the big boy to ask such a question, his stagnant eyes did not blink, and he stared blankly at the big boy's overly serious childish face until he had seen enough, he opened his mouth, his voice was brisk, "Those are not people."

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In the dark dead-end alley, the incandescent lamps installed on the street lamps cannot withstand the voltage and keep flickering 'tearing and tearing'. Every time they are turned on, they can reflect criss-cross shadows, with variable heights, uneven fat and thin.

He suppressed the fear deep in his heart and stood upright. In front of him was a big boy with malt-yellow hair and a childish face.

The knight half-bent his knees, and with a flick of his arm, there was a knife that was neither too long nor too short.With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, the knife in his hand played with eye-catching patterns, the knight crossed his arm, and blocked the blade in front of him, "Be careful, don't die, I don't have time to see whether you are dead or alive."

The shadow started to move, approaching them at an extremely slow speed, and when he got out of the shadow, he could clearly see what the shadow looked like.

He opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth with his hands, and said in a terrified voice, "This is a human being!"

As soon as the words were finished, the crowd moved faster, moving at super high speed, with his vision, he couldn't keep up with the speed at all. He only felt that there were intermittent shadows shaking in front of his eyes, which were vague and inconspicuous.

A woman in blue was holding a kitchen knife in her hand and stood on the wall in an instant. In a blink of an eye, it landed less than two centimeters behind the knight, and the blade slashed straight at the knight's unprotected neck.

Short in stature, with the blade slightly over the top of his head, the knight used the knife with his backhand, and cut the woman in blue at the waist with force. There was no blood, no crying, only the sound of the meat being cut, mixed with faint drops of water dripping.

There is no pause, the knight holds the blade in his hand, chops everything he sees, kills people he sees, bursts of bloodthirsty coldness surge in his emerald green eyes, dodges the speeding container, the knife is held straight across from top to bottom, There was only a "bang" sound, and layers of dust were brought up by the heavy object, which was mixed with the sound of unruly footsteps.

He stood aside, watching the one-sided massacre without squinting.

His mind has gone blank. He knows everyone who attacked him, and he is extremely familiar with them, but now he kills with a knife in his hand.

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his head, and his body couldn't help but trembled.He had just realized that all those fantasies were nothing but fleeting phantoms and falsehoods, but now he had to endure the swords of the originally simple and kind villagers.

The knight turned around to get rid of the 'people' who could be used as a game for the mentally handicapped. Replaces the existing puppet.

You have also seen that these 'people' have no blood, no pain, no expression, and no thinking at all. How can they be considered 'human'?At best, it's just a throwaway doll. "

The last 'person' fell to the ground, and the knight squinted his eyes contentedly to look at the limp and unable to move boy on the ground.Condescendingly watching the panic, horror, timidity and cowardice displayed by the young man.

In an instant, the expression of enjoyment was restrained, and the knight covered his mouth and coughed a few times, "Ala, I'm not Feitan, how can I enjoy it~" Realizing his gaffe, the knight secretly repented to the sky, with one hand on his chest Depicting the cross, the face is sincere.

Feeling that it was almost done, looking at the young man who was still limp on the ground with disgust, the knight stepped forward and pulled him up, "Do you still want to find shallow water with this look? Is it too whimsical?" After speaking, he shook his hands hard A few strokes on the boy's body.

He woke up from the shock, and what he saw was the deepest contempt in the green eyes.He clenched his weak hands, even though his figure was unstable, he still stubbornly refused to stand with the strength of the big boy.

He raised his head and looked directly into those eyes of deep mockery and contempt, his gaze was firm and his expression stood erect.

The knight touched his chin as if he had discovered some new continent, and a plan of Meromina appeared in his mind, with hundreds of invasion plans.

Finally decided, "Brother Raleigh, here is the knife for you." He threw the knife in his hand indifferently, not afraid of hurting others, "Go out from here and walk around. You should be very clear about your own territory." Terrain, how to get to the center, just take that road, just remember not to die."

He held the knife, the handle still had the remaining warmth from the knight's hand, very warm.Suddenly he exerted force, and desperately clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, looking at the big boy walking in the distance.

"Thank you." He murmured softly.

He loves shallow water, loves it, borders on love.

He stood firm, relying on his own consciousness, standing still.After a pause, he ran in the opposite direction, running hard, desperately.

'My name is Qianshui, Shen Qianshui, what's your name? '

'Raleigh, shall we have tiramisu for dessert today? '

'I like Raleigh, a lot. '

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The young man was not walking fast, his steps were slow and steady, and he tapped his cheeks lightly from time to time.The big boy behind him was playing with an unattractive mobile phone with great interest.

After walking for a long time, the scenery on both sides sank and remained unchanged, giving people the illusion of staying in place.

The young man's deep eyes turned slightly, and he asked the first question after such a long silence, "Xiaxia, do you know the 'Arbiter of Time'?"

The big boy stopped what he was doing, looked at the young man and nodded at the same time, "SSS-level criminals, those who can slip away under the noses of the Hunter Association, arrogance and Wo Jin have a fight. But in terms of ability Say, he does have the capital."

"Really. It's not a bad thing for knights to have the opportunity to see and see." The young man raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were comfortable, and his fingers touched his lips. The prickly touch was not very good, but he didn't mind, and he was even in a good mood.

The big boy regained his energy when he heard this, and his steps quickened, "Captain, is he in there? I heard that the 'Arbiter of Time' has a lot of treasures, and each one is priceless~ Among them, 'Ferrero The crown' is the most famous, did you bring his old den together?"

The young man squinted his eyes and smiled, and the fingers rubbing his lips changed to pointing his face sideways. The bangs on his forehead swayed as he moved forward, revealing his forehead with the bandage removed, and the proportional cross was faintly visible. , the imprint of God Against God.

"Being misbegotten...that's good." Suddenly the young man stopped, and in front of the lonely town, he covered his branded forehead with his palm, and laughed wildly. For a moment, death energy shot out from him, and the light that appeared from time to time made his achievements. There was a divine halo shining on the young man, which seemed so natural, as if it had come naturally.

The young man stopped laughing, and pushed his bangs back with his hand covering his forehead. The cross of comparison was extremely holy. He spoke with a low and charming voice, with absolute domineering, "Give it over here."

We have nothing, so no one should take anything from us.

When the young man walked in, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and a road with brighter lights appeared in the middle.

Youth in the front, big boys in the back.

Seats in tandem, spaced in the middle and spaced one step or so apart.That's a status symbol.Strength, power, and even more supreme wisdom.

Finally, the young man stopped in front of the floor.

The young man raised his head, looked at the bright red building with a cylindrical shape, and stepped up.He paused before the door on the last floor, then pushed the door open without hesitation.

The big boy poked his head out from behind the young man, but what he saw made him frown, "What is this and what is it, it's a mess~"

The young man smiled and said nothing, just staring at the 'messy' room that the big boy said with a rippling smile.

When the lights dimmed, it was pitch black.It was lit up again in an instant, and the gathered lights shone down from the roof, like a halo in the sky, pretending to be holy.

A boy's figure appeared in the middle of the light, a slender figure surrounded by the wreckage piled up by many objects, and when his eyes adapted to the light, he could clearly see the man's appearance, black and white tuxedo, and an unusually handsome face with soft The curvature of a gentleman, wearing pure white gloves on his hands.

The boy stretched out his hand and drew a semi-arc circle on his chest, perfect etiquette.He straightened up and said, "Welcome to my town, respected Mr. Spider."

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