Hunter Fan - Snake

Natasha followed behind Qianshui, neither fast nor slow. Compared with Qianshui's nervousness and anxiety, she seemed a little loose. She looked left and right at the street full of jewelry and clothes. Although she couldn't wear them, she couldn't say yes. Guilty.

She likes a lot of things, like the little pendant in the window on the left just now, its shape is very cute, and the diamond in the middle is also expensive. She curled her lips and looked down at her body. If it wasn't for this kind of ghost In terms of physique, she thought she would find a way to buy it.

Qianshui lowered his head, holding onto the young man's hand without letting go, his oversized thick-framed black-rimmed glasses covered his entire expression, his bangs were also very long, shaking slightly in front of his eyes.

Natasha looked at it and thought how much she liked it, and then she felt emotional, why didn't she have such a natural talent for sadness?

Suddenly she floated up, spinning in the air, watching Qianshui's expression in an upside-down posture at a forward speed, with a very pitiful expression, as if she was about to cry.

'By the way, let me sing to you. This gentleman can listen to it if he can hear it. It's an old song from a small town on the edge of the edge. The tone is very strange, but it will be connected Just very comfortable. 'She straightened herself up, hovering over Qianshui's head and began to sing.

Qianshui still lowered his head, walked slowly and supported the young man forward amidst Natasha's singing, got a room at the hotel, took the room card and took the elevator up.

The room was very clean, maybe it's the hotel's nature, no rubbish, no nasty smell, sprayed with relaxing incense, very elegant aroma.

The shallow water pressed the young man on the bed, carefully covered the quilt, and leaned forward against the corner of the quilt to observe the young man's fever symptoms.Then he thought of something and suddenly got up and walked to the bedside, holding the remote control of the air conditioner and turning it on to the highest temperature.

Natasha didn't feel anything about external factors, but judging from the constant beads of sweat on the young man's forehead, it shouldn't be considered very low, although it can't be ruled out that the body's instinctive sweating due to fever cannot be ruled out.

The young man opened his eyes, turned his stagnant eyeballs, and looked at the girl sitting on the side of the bed. The upward angle of the corners of his lips was the half-smile that Natasha couldn't learn. an instinctive refusal.

"I'm fine." The young man moved his body, probably trying to sit up, but ended in failure.

Qian Shui grabbed the hem of the pure white dress, let go, and replied in a still low voice, "I know."

She changed several positions in the air, but she didn't feel very good. Finally, she landed and sat on the side sofa, squinting her eyes and lazily hugging her knees.

The young man lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "Shoshui, I'm hungry." When he spoke, he looked at the ceiling, which was the same pure white as the girl, but the difference was that he didn't have the warm temperament that the girl had.

Qian Shui nodded, stood up and walked towards the door. When he opened the door, he glanced at the young man lying on the bed. He was a little worried, but he still planned to buy some food first. After all, the food in the hotel was not very suitable for patients.

Originally, it would not be so bad to lose a room for one person, but as the shallow water left, Natasha felt that the room was empty, and followed by the fear that she had ignored, pervasive like air. Emotions that enter the pores.

She shrunk her body back and forth, and she felt safe when she reached the limit. She buried her head between her knees and tried her best not to think about the existence of the youth, which could be called the source of fear.

But just like she likes to curse God, God is also cursing her. She hopes that young people will never think of her existence, but things always backfire.

The young man closed his eyes. If you look carefully, you will find that the young man's eyelids are very thin, and there are vaguely blue and red intersecting meridians and blood vessels on them. His lips move slightly, and his voice is hoarse but jjj. Yes, by the way, I haven't said my name yet, my name is Kurolo, Kuroro? Luxilu, and I'm a wanted criminal."

She began to pray, the only time she prayed to God, that damned incompetent god who might have fallen asleep and didn't care about anything, she wanted the young man to stop, no matter what he said, she wouldn't want to hear it.

Natasha began to feel that she had made the wrong choice. If she was not interested at first, at least she would not encounter shallow water where she could see her and hear her talk, so that she would not have any problems with this self-talking young man. Intersection, she can continue her travels, and then do her proud bard.

Sure enough, God did not hear her prayer. The young man continued to speak more sharply. He said, "I don't think Miss Natasha has left. There is no fluctuation in the air. Maybe it's a little impolite, but I still want to ask Miss about Qianshui just now." What did you say?"

The young man moved his body and sat up. His sick body was not so flexible, and the movement was a bit difficult, but he still helped himself with a pillow. When a series of procedures were completed, the young man stopped for a while to breathe.

"Miss Natasha is a ghost, and can't remove any objects. According to the previous shallow water reaction, the scope can be narrowed. Miss Natasha should be a woman with a height of about 170 cm and a weight of about [-] pounds. Because she is a ghost, her weight can be ignored. Then The problem now is..." Kuroro stretched out his hand, gradually showing different degrees of halos on his right hand, glowing with a strange purple color, the halo condensed into a solid body, it is a book with a thickness that can compete with the original book of the world .

The books were quickly flipped through in Kuroro's hands. There was no wind and no touch, but the speed of flipping was indeed so fast that even nerds would sigh. When the pages stopped, Kuroro raised his head, squinted and smiled. As he spoke, the curve of his lips rose, and it was fixed at the 45-degree seat. Coupled with the elegant posture he wanted to show, Natasha had the illusion of seeing a duke and aristocrat.

"Now I think, Ms. Natasha can try to write some words, and then tell me what I want to know." Kurolo said with a smile, drawing a beautiful trajectory with his empty hand and falling on his lips, slowly Rubbing, with a haunting charm.

She drifted over suspiciously, and stood at the bedside, which is in front of the cabinet next to Kuroro, and the shooter touched the paper and pen that every hotel would prepare. The actual touch made her feel a little nervous. Discovering the tension of doing bad things is a kind of comfort and excitement that comes from the bottom of my heart.

She took a pen and wrote on a piece of paper, 'How did you do it?You are an amazing person. '

Kuroro withdrew his hand and glanced at the words on the paper, and leaned against the pillow on his back to relax. He spoke slowly, but he still answered, "Ghosts can also be said to be another form of existence for human beings. Mind power It is the foundation of human beings, so in other words, things with the same essence can be used. As long as you add thought power to the paper and pen, even ghosts can touch it. Now, can Miss Natasha answer my question? "

She was stunned for a moment, it's not that she doesn't know the existence of the power of thought, as the saying goes, if people live for a long time, there will be no suspense in front of them, but she has never thought that because of the power of thought, she can touch the entity, If she had known earlier, she would not have traveled so long.

'I just asked what Qianshui is. She is not a human being. I think Mr. Luxilu knows this too, but I have never seen a vampire. I have never seen other races during such a long journey, so I am just curious. . '

She wrote this on the paper. When Kuroro saw the font, he frowned, and his expression showed a hideous color for a moment, just like the distorted smile that appeared when she hated things, which was so evil that people were afraid.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably, with the shrunken emotion that only appears in animals when facing a strong person, shrinking her shoulders, she took a step back unconsciously.

"Then, does Miss Natasha know now? Qianshui is not a human being, but she is more human than anyone else. It is interesting to keep such a vampire by my side." The young man smiled wickedly, as if Satan's smile, seen when he fell into hell, is gentle but deadly.

She thought she had met a madman, a complete madman.The degree of a person's madness is unlimited, but it becomes a limitation in the shaping of the environment. As long as he controls it a little, he can become a normal person without any abnormalities. Those can be attributed to the public opinion of the society, and most of the Human thinking is limited, but this young man doesn't have those things. Natasha she knew, and saw very clearly, that the youth had gone mad, absolutely mad in the normal range.

She took a few steps back, afraid of the young man who smiled wickedly but was extremely elegant and watchable.

Kuroro took the written paper, and the pages of the book in his right hand began to flip, and the book disappeared as the paper burned.

Natasha felt very annoyed, how could a ghost be afraid of a human being?Even if he has the power of thought, there is still an essential difference. At least he can't see her, and it doesn't pose any threat either.

Thinking of this, she felt a lot safer. Human beings are creatures that are very good at deceiving themselves. After self-comfort and self-suggestion, she will find that the world is still so beautiful. She has deeply understood this feeling early in the morning, but the feeling is not bad. Not bad, so what if you cheated?

She has no memory of death, she doesn't remember anything, so Natasha is still very simple, as long as she believes that there is no threat, she will no longer care about the fear that emerges from the bottom of her heart.

She spun in a circle, dancing in a pose that looked like it was shown on TV, spinning 180 degrees in the air, leaning back while drooping her eyelids.

When she collapsed on the soft sofa, she showed a satisfied smile, very good, although not as good as those professional actors, but not far behind.

She thinks this gesture is tragic, and it doesn't matter if no one sees it, as long as she knows it.She said that she is a person who is suitable for being sad.

In fact, not long after, she knew that Qianshui had returned when there was a rustling sound at the door.The unique aroma of bread wafts in the air.

Natasha moved her nose, and she could tell that there were rum grapes and thick cream in it, which reminded her of the breakfast she hadn't eaten for a long time, a glass of pure milk with a piece of oiled bread, preferably with two more Eggs are even better.

Greedy, she floated over to stare at the bread in shallow water's hands, she didn't feel any hunger in her stomach, but she just wanted to eat it.

Some poor Natasha looked at the shallow water, and finally she got a piece of bread and a small cup of milk in a pitiful situation that couldn't match her gaze. As for why there was so little, because she was a ghost and would not be hungry.

Natasha ate very carefully, and used her full skills to sit at the table and perform what she thought was extremely elegant eating movements, although in fact she thought it was still so rude.

From the corner of the eye, Qianshui glanced at Qianshui who was sitting by the bed, helped Kurolo to drink some milk and ate some bread. Seeing the lot of food left, Qianshui frowned, looking at a loss.

After putting down the food, Qianshui took another quilt to cover Kuroro, Natasha shook her body, the weight on her body, even if she was not sick, she would not be able to bear it.

But she kindly didn't say anything, even if she told this girl now, she wouldn't listen much. Thinking of this, Natasha took a bite of the bread in her hand, and there was no hole missing. Ghosts don't need to eat, and they are solid, so she is just pretending.

Having seen enough, she turned around and glanced at the sky outside the window. The cloudless sign indicated that tomorrow would be a fine weather. She curled her lips, and her mood suddenly became better. She had the urge to sing , so she did the same.

She is a troubadour, and continues to travel, this is just a place to stay temporarily, and she may miss it when she leaves, but that is also a good feeling, because, that is so tragic, isn't it?

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