Hunter Fan - Snake

Going shopping is the kind of activity that girls in the age of eighteen or even younger like. Of course, she thinks it can be collectively referred to as the feelings of girls Huaichun, which has a subtle feeling.

Well, it is undeniable that if you are a woman, shopping is inevitable, and there may be some exceptions, but I cannot generalize.

It is rare for Natasha not to use the special physique of the ghost. She followed Qianshui with heavy steps, and there were dazzling clothes and accessories on both sides. Out of a feeling of melancholy, he looks at the items he likes a little lonely.

'Shallow water, how about this one?I think it would be better if the color is darker, but the hem is still too cumbersome, it should be more concise, and the lace is too much. She looked at the clothes in the window and commented, and when she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Qianshui with bright eyes, wanting to get approval.

This kind of Natasha makes Qianshui feel like a puppy who wants to be rewarded. The cute expression, especially coupled with Natasha's outstanding appearance, looks even more energetic.But Natasha can't let Natasha know about this. She really feels that she has a melancholy temperament, which is suitable for strong sadness, although Qianshui always has the urge to laugh when she hears this.

Qian Shui nodded his head in agreement. Natasha smiled even brighter when she saw it, and dragged the shallow water to look at the place ahead.In this kind of street with a huge flow of people, all inappropriateness will become natural, just like wrapping up in a bath towel after taking a bath in a large bathhouse, you must drink iced milk.

Natasha stopped, and her floating posture was momentarily dazed, as if she had seen something, but also as if she hadn't seen anything.

It was a cross, a cross of unknown texture, the place where the whole body was pitch black fell down was the kind of surface that glowed with silver light, the chain was very long, and the long one could reach the seat of the chest, it was that kind of feeling that looked particularly cold .

Perhaps it was caused by psychological factors, Natasha suddenly felt that she had seen such a cross before, but it was so huge, definitely not such a small existence now, she vaguely remembered the scorched black color on it, and vaguely remembered the burning pain of the skin , as if engraved into the soul, or just like her reverie, her own sad emotions in the memory.

She stopped, floated up, and looked at the cross in a beautiful black box in the air, as if remembering and looking back.

Suddenly she woke up, she is a traveler, she has traveled around various countries, she has seen all kinds of people, not to mention just a cross?She saw a lot of crosses, there were hundreds if not a thousand, she was still a singer, the kind of sad songs were always suitable, no matter how much she refused to admit the fact, it was still the case.

Natasha took a deep breath and smiled at the shallow water while stepping on the ground. It was a kind of arc that looked very sunny, which was different from the precise 45-degree angle that seemed to be calculated in the shallow water. She wanted to go ahead and have a look. , or I saw a piece of clothing that is very suitable for Qianshui, but I was a little confused by Qianshui's direction.

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This is an open-air square, and green umbrellas cover part of the sunlight above the head. Unfortunately, according to the principles of physics and the lessons learned by the older generation, the result of being covered is that things will go against each other.

The knight is a little annoyed, why did he choose such a ghostly place, even if it is the safest place, the premise is that there will be no symptoms of dehydration due to the high temperature.

In front of Kuroro is always the bitter coffee that does not contain any creamer or sugar. In his hand is a ridiculously thick original book. The knight sneaked a few glances, and finally settled on the two large books in the ruins. In the bright font, he is actually knowledgeable, isn't he?If the mobile phone settings are excluded, Xia Ke can also be called a knowledgeable and talented person.

Feitan sat on the left of Kuroro, and of course the knight was on the right. He put his hands in his pockets and his face was lowered to show that he was sleeping, but the knight also knew that Feitan would never sleep in such a place, the more dangerous the place, the more dangerous it would be. Safe, but also dangerous after all.

Xia Ke stretched out his hand, and greeted the waiter who was wearing a black and white tuxedo, and frowned at the same time. He didn't have a good impression of the tuxedo. If he could be more specific, he could say, "This is really bad." ' Words for this feeling.

The waiter walked over responsibly, straightened his back and took out the small book in his pocket, and nodded to the knight with a smile on his face, indicating that he can tell the meal he needs.

The knight quickly glanced at the menu on the table, with a hearty smile, "I want an ice cream, and some cake." Turning his eyes, he said to the waiter.

Watching the waiter quickly go to the front desk to place the order, Xia Ke turned his head and muttered softly to Fei Tan who was sitting in the opposite seat, "Why doesn't Fei Tan order something, it's good to drink some water on such a hot day .”

Fei Tan rolled his too sharp eyeballs, no matter how beautiful the golden brilliance was, it was covered by the too thick evil spirit, which is really not a good thing.

The waiter came back very quickly, and brought the ice cream and cake that Xia Ke wanted by the way, nodding his head to show his manners, Xia Ke stirred the ice cream in the cup, complaining in his emerald green eyes, "It's always like this It will grow old quickly, it seems that it will not grow tall."

Fei Tan glared at him, and continued to remain silent after feeling that it was unreasonable.

Kuroro smiled and flipped through the original document in his hand, stopped on a certain page, stared at it for a while, rubbed his lips with his fingers unconsciously, it was a habitual action, and the angle of the lips kept increasing, It's a good sign, he raised his eyes and looked at the knights and Fei Tan beside him, "There seems to be something interesting in this auction, huh. Maybe this trip is worthwhile."

The listener's reaction was obviously different. The knight's answer was to stir the ice cream desperately, and with an expression as if he was enjoying the delicious food, but Feitan's face turned cold, which was the kind of horrifying aura.

"Excuse me, sir, have you seen the original book of the Poposili ruins? I heard that this is out of print." The voice that came out suddenly was a little timid, crunchy with a little childishness.

The knight was stunned for a moment first, he thought of a girl with a similar tone.

Kuroro raised his head and looked away from the original document to look at the source of the voice. It was also a young girl with weird clothes. This is undeniable, but she was not the kind of woman who deliberately struck up a conversation. Her hair was very long, reaching below the waist. The seat, but the face has the kind of very ordinary facial features, which cannot be found in the crowd, and the figure is relatively slender, without any attractive curves.

"Miss also has research on Bobosili? I found this book from the library. It's not easy." Kuroro pointed to the seat opposite with a gentlemanly manner, and let the girl sit down. The tone of the conversation Has the shyness of a teenager.

"That's right, Poposili is a beautiful place. The political development is a bit slow. They used to hunt witches. They were very famous, and many countries followed suit at that time." The girl said very energetically, with an ordinary face. Coupled with rich expressions, there is a special kind of beauty. She suddenly thought of something, covered her mouth with her hands, and opened her eyes wide, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce it. My name is Ming Jing, Murong Ming Jing, what's your name, sir?" ?”

Kurolo put his hand on the original document, tilted his head, and smiled a little shyly, "Krollo, Kurolo? The person who is here." Following the name introduction, his eyes stayed on the faces of Xia Ke and Fei Tan for a while, and then looked at the girl opposite again, "Miss Murong is very interested in hunting witches, can I hear it?"

"Of course, Poposili's witch hunting operation was followed by many countries at that time. Many tortures started from that time. In fact, many of them were said to be witches, and many of them were mutant vampires. Sir, it should be I know that vampires are a race that lives on blood, but witches have a strong desire for blood, but they thought they were humans, so many tragedies happened during that time." Speaking of this, the girl licked her dry lips , holding the long hair next to the ear with his fingers vaguely, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Miss Murong knows a lot. In the era when witches flourished, politics was not particularly perfect. Many times witches were executed voluntarily. It was really cruel." Kuroro pursed his lips, and his expression showed instantly. The extreme panic of the good young people about the bloody execution well concealed their dead eyes.

"There is no way to do this, but now there are witches, but they hide well and are not easy to be found. Some witches like to hide in crowded places, and they think this is the safest way." The girl He raised his head slightly, his eyes narrowed, but it made people see the color clearly, the same black, but with light, different halos.

"Miss Murong seems to be very clear. Are you also a witch hunter?" Kuroro raised the original document in his hand, as if making a big joke.

The girl's face suddenly became serious, with irresistible majesty, she said, "Mr. Lu Xilu doesn't seem to believe that the witch is real, and she made a contract with the devil. If she is spotted by the witch, she will be taken away by the god of death." , it's not funny at all."

"Miss Murong said that, as if you have already encountered it before. Is there any way to tell the difference?" Kurolo put down the original document, and did not intend to respond to the girl's previous question, but simply had a feeling for the witch. interest.

"I met it before, but she ran away, but I think I will find her, and I will kill her. The smell of a witch is different from that of a human being. That kind of evil existence is not allowed, God can't I can help God with the decision." The girl's face showed that holy color, as if she wanted to prove that she was right, she had to raise her hand and use the sharp awl on the cross to pierce the same warm heart .

Kuroro shrugged, with a helpless expression, shaking his head as if doubting, he said, "Then I wish Miss Murong success in hunting witches, and hope that they are real witches, not other races. "

The girl heard his sarcasm, she was a little moved, her emotions fluctuated greatly, she was sitting up, "Mr. Lu Xilu, it's not that I want to trouble you, but I solemnly remind you that you are being stalked by a witch. The smell on your body lets me know that there is a witch beside you, if you don't want to be taken away by the god of death, please help me punish the rampant witch."

Kuroro was dumbfounded when he heard this, and then started to laugh wildly, with a hint of madness, but too much restraint and the role he was playing now made him restrain himself, so what if he was a god of death?He... never believed in gods.

"I'm sorry Miss Murong, but what you said is too ridiculous. I don't deny that there are witches in Poposili, but that has passed. Even if there are witches in the current society, it is not so easy to punish. I am not against you. It’s just that these are not within the scope of my consideration.” Kuroro stopped laughing, with a familiar arc on his lips, that kind of smile is not a smile.

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