Hunter Fan - Snake

She didn't know how long she had been standing on the steps, but she just kept her eyes open and looked at the non-stop raining in the sky, with a haze of gray, or bright or dark halos coming down from the top, which made people feel a little bit of pain. Momentary trance.

She didn't know why she was standing here, and she didn't know what she needed to do when she was standing here. She just looked at the wet street with a not-so-smelling smell, and occasionally people were running hard, holding different objects in their hands. Covering the body under the rain.

She tilted her head and watched everything quietly.

She didn't think about anything, maybe it wasn't that she didn't think about anything, but that she didn't want to think about anything, and there was nothing wrong with being blank, at least she thought so.

So she stood, stood motionless, and changed her position when she felt her feet were sore and tired.

She looked at the sky, there was no clearing trend yet, she felt unhappy and unsmooth all of a sudden, looking at the bad weather, she couldn't even see people now.

She distorted her face, but there was still a sweet smile on her face. It was a kind of evil that craved people's bone marrow, but no one saw it. As long as no one saw it, she could do whatever she wanted.

By the way, she remembered that she was actually a troubadour, traveling around in various countries, using the ancient Bible to sing sacred hymns, this is her profession, a profession that has never changed.

Yes, she is a bard, how could I forget?

Reaching out and tapping her head, she moved, letting her body relax and float.The tiptoes left the ground, lost the effect of gravity but still floated safely, very good ability, but she didn't think so much.

I raised my head and looked at the sky that hadn’t changed in any way. The rain was falling drop by drop. The speed was so fast that people could only see blurred vertical lines, maybe a little tilted, but I can’t deny that it was connected, not what I saw. drops of water.

She was suspended in the air, the long golden brown wavy hair on her chest fluttered from time to time, her grandmother-colored eyes narrowed, and only a small part of the eyeballs could be seen.Wiping her face, she stretched out her finger and tapped her lips, pink, very cute color.

It seems that we have to stay for a few more days, and we must leave when the sun clears, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

She frowned to show that she was in a bad mood, then lowered herself down, let her feet land on the steps and sat down.

She wants to sing, she has heard it, she hasn't heard it, she can understand it, she can't understand it, anyway, she wants to sing, even if no one hears it, it doesn't matter, she is a singer, so singing is her job.

She sat down, crossed her knees, and on the steps under the eaves, one side of her face was leaning against her knees. That position was actually not comfortable, but she preferred this position because it was so sad and made people feel that As lonely as she is, she is a person suitable for being sad, at least she thinks so.

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The ground is wet, and it looks like the ground just after it rains. The soil is black, not the dry and cracked yellow, and the trees are green, not the dark gray dust deposited after being exposed to the air for a long time. .

She opened her eyes, and the big eye sockets contained a pair of beautiful emerald eyeballs, which reflected beautiful light through the sunlight, but she couldn't see it, even in the mirror.

She doesn't know when she was born, just like a dead person doesn't know when she died, maybe because she drank the water from the Sandu River, maybe because she ate the manjusawa on the other side, although she didn't taste it. Yes, but as you can imagine, it smells like poop.

Maybe it can be said that she is as clean as a piece of white paper, but unfortunately she doesn't think so, she knows a lot, like how many places in the world have people died, like how many people fix useless things discarded in the same place.

She knew that the place was called Meteor Street.

In fact, she doesn't know what kind of place Meteor Street is, and she doesn't want to try the life of nothing. She is very satisfied with the current trip, very satisfied.

Sometimes she would think, what is the original self looking for?Because there is no such thing as and, she can blatantly talk about her innocence.Of course, the question of whether anyone would listen was out of her scope.

The sky cleared up, so she was going to travel, she said, she was a troubadour, besides traveling, she sang, she could bear it, curled up on the steps under the eaves that could only shelter the rain all night, but couldn't Endure to stop at the same place, so she will have a sense of fear.

Yes, it's fear, that kind of hormone that keeps popping up in the brain, it can be explained in this way, even if she doesn't feel anything, but she thinks she is normal, so she will have fear, it belongs to human beings Yes, living humans.

Let's end the topic here. Today's weather is very good. Travel can't stop here. It's about to start. It's an endless journey.

Well, she admits she's grieving again, though she fits well.Stretching her limbs, yawning, and wiping the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, she straightened her clothes. It's not good to grab the clothes. She is a traveler with strict rules of life, not a tramp that can be seen everywhere.

There is nothing to take, because she doesn't need it, and going from one place to another is just an expression of human emotion, just like she likes to be sad, it's just a habit, but the former is something she can control, and the latter are often out of control.

Floating, the golden brown wavy hair is dazzling in the sun, the beautiful emerald eyes are narrowed, and the pink lips are curved, which is a very cute and polite smile.

Shuttle among the crowd, her body is passed through from time to time, she doesn't like this feeling very much, she really wants to suddenly find dung beetles in the rice when eating, or find that the bread is inside the chocolate when she eats chocolate It's stinky shit.

She floated a little higher, a little higher than her height, and felt the fresh air at high altitude, although the air that had just rained was very fresh even if it was not high.

Her eyes were attracted. It was a dress in a transparent window next to the street. It looked like a royal aristocrat at the end of the [-]th century. Clear diamonds, you can imagine how dazzling the light will be under the light.

She suddenly felt that this dress was so familiar, just like she was familiar with sadness, it fit so well.

She stretched out her hand, through the glass cover as if there was no hindrance, and opened her palm to touch it, but found that no matter how tightly she clenched it, no matter how she tore it apart, she couldn't feel any real feeling.

damn it!What a fucking scumbag!

After cursing, she took a few steps back, closed her eyes, and a halo flashed around her body. When she disappeared, the clothes on her body had changed. It was the style in the glass window over there, a very luxurious and luxurious style.

She turned around in the air, and the skirt spread out, like a sunflower blooming vigorously.She stopped, probably feeling dissatisfied, looked up and down, and finally clasped her hands together with a face full of enlightenment.

He bumped his heels, but there was no sound, but he could vaguely hear the sound again.

She looked down at the pair of crystal slippers that had just transformed, and smiled brightly. With her golden brown curly hair and emerald eyes, which seemed to be of noble blood, she was very beautiful.

Sure enough, wearing it like this is with an artistic sense.

She thought, flipping her wrists so that the hair hanging on her chest was twisted into a bun on the back of her head, looking gentle.

That's fine, it has a dramatic shape, just like the prostitute in La Traviata, no, how can she call herself a prostitute?Even a whore is a high-class whore.

She landed on the ground, walked forward stepping forward, with a suitable smile on her expression, carefully avoiding the crowd who were coming to reload.

She stopped again, but this time the target was not something of little value, but a living person.

It was a girl, wearing a black low-neck sweater and a pair of jeans, in fact, there is nothing strange about wearing it, if it is not in the weather close to winter.

The girl had a pair of big black eyes, which almost covered her entire face. Even so, she could still see the girl's face clearly, a very delicate face.

Generally speaking, people like this would not attract her attention, but what if there was a Frankenstein who could be compared to a robot standing beside him?Then it's worth a look.

"Franklin, why are we here?" The girl tilted her head and said to Frankenstein, with a very cute expression, of course, it was based on the delicate face of the baby face.

"This mission is for the entire system, and the team leader wants to do a good job." Frankenstein replied, stroking the top of the girl's head.If someone else did this action, she would think it was pampering, but if it was Frankenstein, it would be weird no matter how you look at it.

"Really? Did Kurolo say it? I forgot." The girl nodded and responded casually.

She wasn't interested at first, but after thinking about it again, she didn't seem to have anything to do, so it was good to relieve her boredom.So she followed, behind the girl and Frankenstein.

Then she came to a garbage dump, she raised her head and looked at the building that was taller than the garbage mountain, the angle of inclination reminded her of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, well, actually she didn’t know what the Leaning Tower of Pisa was, It's just a metaphor, nothing more than a metaphor, she heard someone say it, so what's the point of borrowing it?

She hesitated, and finally followed on tiptoe, entering the building that could really be called a dump.

The mess inside was much more serious than she had imagined. Holding her nose, she stood in a relatively clean place, and beside her stood a young girl in a white dress, with big black eyes just like the girl. A kind of big eyes that can cover the whole face.

However, in terms of temperament, girls are obviously much more restrained than girls. At least the angle of the lip line is the most standard one she has ever seen, like a carefully calculated 45 degrees.

She was standing at the upper left of the girl, and the mess on the ground made her float to avoid the garbage and dust that could be juxtaposed with flies and maggots.

There were thirteen people in the whole building, and the one sitting in the center was a young man.

The moment she saw the young man, she felt a sense of fear, it was an instinctive fear, even if the young man just sat and did not move, but that kind of fear would emerge from every pore, Like eating toxin, it is slowly released, eroding all senses.

She curled up, in the air, the luxurious and luxurious dress was wrinkled, she didn't care about those, just grabbed the hem of the skirt and tried hard to forget the fear.

The existence of the young man made her ignore everything around her, so she didn't notice when the girl's eyes landed on her, and she didn't see when the girl stared at her with a surprised and sad expression.

"who are you?"

She lowered her head and looked at the girl's face from an angle she disliked very much. She needed to lower her eyelids slightly and adjust the angle of her body in the air. This posture was her least favorite because it was too laborious.

She heard it, and of course she understood it, so she landed on the ground again, and the transparent crystal slipper with a halo stepped on the ground full of smelly garbage.

'damn it. ' She cursed, then looked into the girl's eyes with oversized thick-soled lenses, and asked, 'Can you see me? ! '

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