Hunter Fan - Snake

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Meromina's square is somewhat similar to Loentus's, but in comparison, it lacks some too sacred smell, but the others are very similar.

The sneakers with a lot of dark soil moved a few centimeters, and the scattered stones blocked the way.

The knight raised his head and squinted his eyes, narrowing his vision so that the focus was condensed to a certain extent.

The huge fountain, the continuous spring water overflows the pentagonal water tower, and the sound of "gurgling" is very clear in the too quiet square.

'Bada' drops of water dripping down.The spring water splashed out violently, wetting the stony ground all over the place, leaving patches of dark black.

A figure appeared in the dim light, a slender figure belonging to a woman, swaying step by step, holding something with her hands, roughly looking at it, you can roughly see the shape of a cylinder, and the soft hair is moving on the top of the head, like a snake with teeth and claws , curled up and prepared to go.

Gradually, the woman came out of the shadows, her body exposed to the halo was so weak, as if she could disappear without a trace after a little wind.The surrounding object slowly takes shape.

The squinted eyes suddenly enlarged, the pupils of the eyes contracted rapidly and eagerly due to the excessive stimulation, and the breathing stagnated for a moment, the hand in jjj's pocket unconsciously let go of the cold case of the mobile phone he was habitually holding, the knight Take half a step back.

He lowered his head and raised it up instantly, his green eyes were full of anger.It was a kind of rage engraved into the soul, which belonged to the rage of a murderer.

The woman laughed when she saw this, and lifted the object in her hand, so that even the knight standing far away could see it more carefully.In a blink of an eye, the woman withdrew her hand, hugged the object in her arms, and rubbed it intimately when she approached her face, her delicate face was full of satisfaction.

"Look, this man is dead~ he's dead~ the shallow water is mine now~ no one will take away my shallow water~" The woman's lips bloomed with a smile, her expression was comfortable and suitable, she murmured like With the highest blessing.

Qian Shui, look, the man you cared about is dead~ Just like when this man killed her~ Even his facial expression is so ghostly~ Seeing such a man...do you still want it? ~ Will you still choose? ~

The woman thought, closed her eyes, and carved marks on the unusually handsome head with her fingers, each mark was so deep.Then, as if remembering something, she picked and dug, and her fingertips deeply penetrated into the eye sockets of the skull on her hands, and fiddled fiercely.

Accompanied by the stretching of the woman's arms, the moment the slender palm left the head, a long strip of sticky substance appeared. When she opened her hand, one could clearly see the eyeballs lying on it. The dark eyes looked like stagnant water With the same gaze, the optic nerve roots behind the eyeballs are involved, and milky white brain is produced.

The knight grasped his hands tightly, so hard that the neatly trimmed nails were inserted into the palms, depicting a beautiful half-moon arc trajectory, faintly revealing the bloody smell of rust.

His teeth were biting his lower lip, as if he was going to rot in the next second, and finally he let go, his blood-stained lips opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse, "How can you kill him?! The only one who can kill him is me !just me!!"

The woman tilted her head with a dull expression, and she said, "Why? He died, Qianshui cared about him, so he died, and I killed him! I killed him!! It was me, me, me!! !"

The woman spoke forcefully, pulling her voice and screaming, as if she was declaring some oath, as if she was confirming her own belief.The hands surrounding the head unconsciously exerted force, the excessive force made the head lacking limbs weak and vulnerable to a single blow.

The woman went crazy, went crazy, suddenly raised her dilapidated and handsome head, put her palms together, and crushed her head with a bang.

The spurting blood mixed with the milky white brain stuck to the woman's extremely delicate face, carrying a declining attachment and desolate sadness.

After recovering, the woman regained her composure, opened her mouth and licked the sticky substance on her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes showed a cold look.

The knight turned his body, turned sideways while avoiding the woman's sudden blade.

Standing firm and making a defensive posture, he narrowed his eyes.

He is a manipulator of the manipulation system, and judging from the woman's actions, he should be of the realization system, and he is not an easy target for the manipulation system.

As the knight moved his body, he had hundreds of plans in his mind, all of which were rejected in the end.There is only one way to kill this woman from beginning to end, hand-to-hand combat.

When determining the method, the narrowed eyes flashed light, mixed with extremely cold evil spirit.

Secretly inserting the antenna into his body, he felt the burst of thoughts in his body. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the pain that could shatter consciousness.

When the woman hit her empty body, there was a pause of [-] seconds, and he rushed over to the limit of his body, his fingers folded into a knife shape, and he took advantage of the space he found the woman to pry out.

Fall through.

The woman was irritated by his counterattack, her delicate face twisted, her eye sockets widened, and her pupils narrowed to the extreme.Eyes showing hatred!

"You want to kill me?! Can you kill me?! Just because you want to kill me?!"

While speaking, he saw the extremely strong thoughts surging from the woman, and he lost everything if he made a mistake.He closed his eyes resignedly, drawing the corners of his lips sarcastically.

Before the darkness fell, he gave up on himself a little, thinking about the whereabouts of Qianshui after failure, alive, or... dead.

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Meromina is a lonely town, the prosperity of the past is like a passing cloud, a mirage.

The young man paused for a while not far from the entrance, with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his lips.There was a smile that was not a smile on the lips, three parts innocent and seven parts cruel, and the eyes were as dark as... stagnant water.

He stepped forward, tilting his head, like a king who is sure to win, holding a life he doesn't care about as a bargaining chip for fun.

Splurge, move, don't be so boring.

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The woman strenuously lifted and kicked the big boy's limp body on the ground, even though she had lost consciousness, she did not let go of her harsh words, with arrogant arrogance and absolute confidence!

"That man is dead! You have to die too! Qianshui is mine! Will always be by my side! Be mine!!"

The voice stopped suddenly, and the woman turned around, her eyes were terrified, and there was an unbelievable brilliance in her eyes.It's like the pity of a dog, the despair of being dragged into hell endlessly despite having been redeemed.

"We meet again, Miss Painter." The young man opened his hands, bowed his knees and stood still, his eyes were stagnant water, the cross against God was undoubtedly exposed in the wind, and there was light around him, a holy halo.

The woman stepped back, ignoring the big boy who was still limp on the ground under her feet for a while, staggering, her feet were unstable and she almost couldn't keep her figure.

Being in a trance is only a blink of an eye. No matter how you say it, a woman is a telekinetic and belongs to the strong category. It is a fatal mistake to show weakness in front of the enemy.

After adjusting the facial nerves, the woman returned to her usual naturalness. She asked softly, "Why didn't you die? I can be sure that the previous corpse is not fake, there is no thought power attached to it, and there is nothing suspicious about its appearance and temperament. I ……very curious."

The young man gave a muffled laugh, his expression perverted, but also crazy. He lowered his head and fiddled with his not-so-perfectly trimmed nails. He rarely explained patiently, "This town itself is a condensed body of thought power. Is it a bit too rough to make sure there is no mind attachment?

I'm a patient hunter, and I'll throw some bait here and there for you fish.To snatch what you want is the purpose of the Phantom Troupe and the people of Meteor Street.

Don't take anything from us, not even a hair. "

Speaking of this, the young man raised his head, half-closed his eyes, and looked in the direction of the woman. There was an evil spirit mixed with death around him, but his expression was so refined and gentle, like a god sitting in a high position looking down at the group of humble maggots at his feet. Ants.

The woman smiled instead of anger, stretched out her hand to straighten the long brown curly hair hanging on her chest, her face was lazy and charming, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, no...is it?"

The young man glanced at the woman, his eyes contemptuous and contemptuous, and the corners of his mouth were still curled up into a half-smile, "Are you sure that 'I' is real? Is it not a second body that travels with the force of thought? You kill 'I', then There will be a second and a third 'I' coming out, you think, by then I have finished analyzing your thoughts, what else can you use?"

The young man covered his face with his hands, his expression became painful for a moment, "Just now, it hurt a lot."

The woman paused, her thoughts froze for an instant.

The young man didn't move at all, the crimson book that suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand shocked the woman.Want to strike first while finding that you can't move.

The corners of the young man's lips tugged, and his smile suddenly changed, with a little hideousness and a little weirdness.

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He faltered, advancing speculatively.

Melomina was a peaceful town, not very large, but not very small either.

The former residents of Melomina were kind and everyone had a smile on their faces, gentle and brilliant, without disgust or ridicule.

He moved forward, his heart was beating violently, he hesitated, and warned.

"My merciful God, please let the enemy suffer the calamity of extinction. Almighty Father God, let all kinds of diseases entangle him. Please bestow blessings on your people, and please let your believers have eternal life."

He stretched out his hand and picked up the iron can with a diameter of [-] centimeters. With his fingertips, he slowly groped for the bright characters engraved on it, the distorted font, and the unusual pen and ink.

From time to time, the transparent glass container smelled of rotting formalin, and he stopped breathing.

He watched and stared at the not-so-thick glass cover, inside which was a bright red heart, retracting and releasing as if breathing, not helping to squirm.

He carved the characters on the mouth of the can with his fingertips, and he spoke softly.

Raleigh...

Raleigh Wayans...

He bent down, and the jar accidentally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.There is no spare energy to pay attention to the voice that could have been talked about nicely.

He gagged and had stomach cramps.

His throat was itchy, and he began to wheeze and cough violently.

"Crackling".

When he opened his mouth, what fell out was not transparent viscous saliva, not bloody liquid with a rusty feel, but only the parts mixed with cold metal feeling.

It's the parts, it's the gears!It's a machine without any signs of life! !

Just a machine mixed with ugly glue...

A picture flashed through my mind for a moment.

A decayed mummy, a piece of flesh that has been dead for two months and 27 days.

Flies are flying, maggots are gushing out, maggots are crawling in.

Corrupted corpses, there are... two.

this is the truth!The knight wants what he admits to be true!

Whoever stood here, who returned here for shallow water, Raleigh, Raleigh Wayans is dead!Already dead!

And... two months and 27 days.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and his cheeks became obviously moist.

He wept, wept aloud, and covered his face with his hands, and his eyes, and wept.

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