Hunter Fan - Snake

After a long time, it was really so long, so long that the originally surging crowd had dispersed, leaving only those people who had nothing to do but hurried back to their residences.

How ordinary everything looks, no rain, no change in temperature, the sun descends very well, as if enjoying the last moment of intoxication before the night comes.The halo emitted is so harmonious, with a slight red, warm temperature.

Natasha seemed a little anxious, impatiently but helplessly rubbing her golden-brown curly hair, but her delicate face showed unusual impatience.

"Miss, are you feeling unwell?" The dull voice expanded in the air, like water waves in a river, swaying and swaying to produce quite a few water ripples.

Qianshui opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw a petite figure, which was the height of his body before he grew up as a teenager. He was not very thin, but he was not that plump either. It might be because of his system that he looked too thin.

It was a boy who spoke, with a pretty face and casual clothes. The voice of the inquiry was also full of emotions that were neither high nor low. It was a feeling that even a person in a rage would feel peaceful.

She bit her lower lip, with what can be called a heavy force, the hand pressing on her heart trembled slightly, quite a bit.The sudden frenzy of hunger and thirst was like the symptoms of instability before a flash flood. Suddenly she felt that everything was not so important. Maybe she should follow her instinct and go with the flow is the best result, and then it happened in an instant. Out of disgust, towards myself.

What an evil person she is, and what a sin it is to base one's own happiness on the sacrifice and pain of others.

Sometimes self-loathing is as simple as that. It only takes a look or a moment to become deep, and then enter a separate world where you cannot extricate yourself.

The young man squatted down and got closer to make his face clear as the route shortened. His fair neck was too pale under the fluorescent light for a long time. The degree of transparency made it easy to see the meridians above. Cross, so obvious.One can imagine the blood flowing inside, it is a smell that can easily corrupt people, it is mellow, sweet and makes people crazy about it.

Very beautiful boy, very beautiful blood.

Qian Shui felt very thirsty, very thirsty, she hated herself like this, but she couldn't help but want to offend her, hated her blood as a vampire princess, hated this clear and unusual sense of hunger and thirst.

She has to be patient and learn to resist temptation. God the Father in heaven is watching. She is like Eve in the Garden of Eden. She is bewitched. The liquid with a sweet smell is the poisonous snake with sweet words. Without words, she can give up everything. It's like a drug, after you try it once, you can't stop wanting a second time.

The boy's body is getting closer and closer, and the sweetness is getting stronger and stronger. This is not a good thing. Qianshui knows that if she doesn't leave, she will violate the taboo. She believes in gods, noble and ruthless gods, and knows that the cruel father will not let people After being redeemed, she still can't help but want to believe and seek, maybe a miracle is not far away, maybe one day an unfortunate child of the curse like her can gain eternal life.

Suddenly, Qianshui stood up, his oversized eyes slid down the bridge of his nose, he instinctively stretched out his hands to push and support him, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, his expression on his face was a little weak, but it made people feel that it was so so so mild.

The young man was stunned. The setting sun falling behind the girl who stood up was glowing with blood red, making her look like a coquettish woman immersed in blood. The peaceful expression on Pianpian's expression made one couldn't help but want to To doubt, is it salvation or destruction?

Qianshui started to walk, not fast, but not slow, she was going to worship, even if it was not Sunday, she still wanted to go to worship, God the Father was watching from heaven, she wanted to warn, repent of her previous sins, and pray Blessings afterwards.

Natasha followed behind, and the suspended posture made the fluffy skirt spread out, which was very graceful, like a nobleman.She wants to say something, even if it's just casual nagging, but she can't say a word, she can't say anything to Qianshui's soft and over-the-top expression, it's like being cursed, Zhang He spoke, but felt the pain of not being able to speak.

She watched Qianshui stood up, left, and then walked towards the church unhurriedly. It was a Gothic-style auditorium with a Rococo-style door, and there was a patchwork of stained glass with the silhouette of Jesus on it. , distorting the twitching shape.

She watched the young man come back to his senses in a trance, and stared blankly at the direction where Qianshui left. There was doubt in her gaze, as if she was making a choice, the choice between two roads, one is hell, and the other is ruthless. Heaven.

She doesn't believe in gods, knowing the existence of gods but not believing in gods is a blasphemous thing, but she doesn't care, as a ghost, she can't enter the auditorium, but she goes in, and with a mocking smile.

Natasha began to sing, in the middle of the auditorium, behind Qianshui, it was a very melodious and melodious song, the lyrics were ancient and contradicted the existence of gods, different beliefs became betrayal before God, ah, betrayal , which is a good word.

As she thought, she closed her emerald eyes and sang with her body suspended in the air. A little bit of the setting sun shining in through the stained-glass windows penetrated her body, forming an excellent picture against the gods.

"My kind father, I have made a mistake, an unforgivable mistake, I sincerely warn you, use all your faith, please listen to my wish, and bestow blessings on your people."

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"Touch!" There was a loud voice, venting the anger of the mobilizers.

The girl's ordinary face was tangled up, her brows were wrinkled, her hands were holding the tabletop which didn't look very solid, and her long black hair was hanging behind her, "Mr. Lu Xilu, you will regret what you said Yes, the witch will bring death, you will go to death, I can foresee your expression when you die, even regret cannot describe your emotions!"

Compared to the girl's excitement, Kuroro seemed too understated. He stretched out his hand and stroked the writing on rough paper, with a suitable and elegant expression, as gentle as a gentleman with high cultivation.

He paused the movements of his hands, raised his head to meet the girl's same black eyes, and pursed his lips like a shy school student, "If I make Miss Murong unhappy, then I apologize, but I still don't think so. Is there any witch around me, you must know that it has been hundreds of years since Poposili's time, even if there is a witch, it will not be so easy to meet."

After hearing such an answer, the girl's emotions gradually calmed down. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. When she looked at the young man again, the previous anger was gone.

She smiled at the young man with a shy and timid expression, "Sorry, everyone has different ideas. It is very rare for Mr. Luxilu to know the history of Poposili's customs. I can't ask for that." There are many. There is no mutual conspiracy. It seems that Mr. Lu Xilu and I have different ideas, so there is no need to talk about it."

The girl stood up and bowed politely to Kuroro.

"Does Miss Murong still need this book?" Kuroro raised the ridiculously thick rough book in his hand, and waved at the girl who was about to turn around and leave.

The girl shook her head, "I don't think there is any need for that."

After finishing speaking, he turned around without hesitation, and walked towards the most conspicuous place in the crowd. The strange clothes on his body swayed with his steps, as light as a butterfly, and would be gone with the wind in the next second.

Moving forward, at a seat far away from the open-air square, she stopped after making sure that there was no one following behind her.

She was waiting for someone, the young man she met for the first time and also the first person she met.

Not long after, a figure appeared around the corner, with jet-black hair shinning brightly, hanging loosely behind the seat, an overly pretty face with no expression, no wavering eyes of the same color, even death would not reveal the slightest emotion.

She walked up, took out the handkerchief she was carrying and wiped the blood foam on the young man's face very carefully, her expression became sad, a look that made people want to cry.

Gradually, the movements of her hands slowed down, and finally said when she stopped, "I found her, and I won't let her escape this time."

The young man blinked, didn't speak but just looked at her motionlessly with black eyes.

She didn't care, and continued, "I'm going to kill her, will you help me...? Beat Mr. Enemy." In the end, she was not so sure, as if asking for advice, but also as if begging, begging There is no dignity in the charity of others.

She lowered her head, and didn't see the young man's slightly frowning brows, but it was only for a moment, and the eyes faded away.

"You are my wife." Finally the young man said, his voice was cold like a machine, without ups and downs, like a handout.

She clenched her hands tightly, her nails stuck into her palms, the force was heavy but she did not break her palms, her lips were straightened, she nodded, "I have nothing, will you help me? Just kill me Without her, I am yours."

No matter what you become, even if you become a machine, even if you want to erase all feelings, it is worth it. The girl who treats her well, the girl who always takes care of her, the girl who is one year older than her, the girl who is strong in the end Girl who smiles and doesn't complain.

If it was for the face in her memory, she would be willing to break her wings and fall to hell.

Suddenly she laughed, the corners of her lips were simply raised, an arc that was too ordinary to be ordinary, and she said, "Mr. Dike, I want to dance. I used to be a professional dancer. Let me dance for a while." Is it just a tune?"

The young man tilted his head, still expressionless, but finally gave a hint, that too subtle nod.

She smiles brightly, dances, flexes her limbs, adjusts her expression, stretches, twirls, and freezes.

Not a word, no applause, no... nothing...

It's all over, everything is so pale in front of time, it's all over, separated by a space distance of one light-year.

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A crude wooden cross stands in front of you, with a white halo shining from the fluorescent lamp behind it, as if exaggerating the sanctity of the auditorium, as if telling 'believe in me, admit me, as long as you believe, and you will have eternal life. '

So arrogant, so unscrupulous.

Squatting in shallow water on the ground in front of him, his knees felt the bone-chilling temperature, his hands crossed on his chest, his head hung down, and he murmured.

At this time, there was no one in the auditorium, only her whisper and Natasha's melodious and melodious voice remained.

The singing stopped, and Natasha moved to the shallow water, holding her legs in the air, and looked at the same sad girl in her favorite sad pose.

"Dilaye..."

It was an unconscious confession, a name, I don't know whose name it was, but it was so familiar, so familiar that it made people miss it.

Natasha thought the voice was very nice, at least it was the type she liked. Following the voice, she saw a pair of very beautiful iron-gray eyes, like... the color of the sea.

do you know?The color of the formerly clean sea was not blue, but iron gray.

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