Hunter Fan - Snake

14

Thirteen is not an auspicious number. Different countries have different customs, but the meaning of thirteen still cannot be changed.

Qian Shui doesn't like thirteen. Ever since her brother said that it was a blasphemous number, she doesn't like it. It hasn't changed until now, maybe it will change in the future, but she wants to remember, remember brother, remember everything Memories of that place.

Does Miss Natasha like it?Qian Shui thought, she was standing a bit back, she didn't want to see those too cruel scenes, she was hypocritical and hypocritical, at least she had enough piety in front of the gods.

The dress on her body didn't have time to change out, the waist-tight style was not very comfortable, she pulled the hem of the skirt to make it looser, her chest was congested, she didn't understand why, or she didn't understand that she just wanted to deceive.

Close your eyes, shallow water presses your heart to make your breathing more peaceful, but reality and expectations always backfire.She leaned back. The advantage of the hills is that there are stone walls everywhere, so finding a place to rest is not a problem.

Probably because she was too obvious, Natasha floated over in the air, reaching out to touch her forehead, but when she touched it, there was a feeling of emptiness passing by.

Withdrawing her finger suddenly, Natasha looked down at her finger, which was so transparent that she could see the scattered stones below, as well as the dark red blood stains that had just remained.

"Does Miss Natasha like Thirteen?" Qian Shui asked without opening her eyes, her voice was still so soft, innocent as if she didn't understand anything, cruelly gentle.

Maybe it can't be explained in this way. Natasha thinks the appearance of Qianshui is very strange, but she can't tell what is so strange. If the location is not here, if she doesn't have the sentimental feeling because of the atmosphere, then she thinks she will answer more It's better, she doesn't have so much energy to think now.

Without hesitation, Natasha turned around and looked at the crowd who were far away but did not block their line of sight. In the middle of the crowd was a scene of a unilateral massacre by a tall man in animal clothes. Bullets were useless to the people on Meteor Street. will die from these external factors.

Natasha knows this clearly. She has been to Meteor Street. She can't see anything except the mountain of rotten garbage. Human life is worthless there. Food and survival are the most important. To kill.

In fact, she knew that the people on Meteor Street were emotional, and they trusted all aspects of their companions without any doubts.In fact, she understands that Meteor Street is not without meteors, it's just that the overly thick clouds cover those bright and dazzling brilliance.

Compared with the cunning and evil outside, Natasha still likes the people on Meteor Street, at least they don’t have so much suspicion. Of course, for trusted companions, if they are enemies, she thinks that having a whole body is already a good treatment up.

She didn't stay on Meteor Street for a long time, and most of the time she just stared at those deaths numbly. She had to face it. If she couldn't accept it, she thought she would go crazy and be completely tired of this world, and this kind of result was not what she wanted. .

Natasha likes to breathe fresh air, enjoy the sad atmosphere by herself, and then stand up when she thinks it's okay, pat the dust that is not on her body at all, stretch her waist, squint her eyes to the sky, and yell loudly , deceiving himself and saying that it was just a sudden inspiration.

Her calm voice and blurred eyes suddenly reminded her of that man, a man with iron gray eyes, perverse temperament, weird clown outfit, traces of stars and tears on the thick make-up, she said, Answer Qianshui's question with Shang Kongran's voice, 'Well, I like it very much. '

Then she turned her head for a moment and looked at Qianshui's face with her eyes closed. Her bangs were parted beside her forehead, revealing a smooth forehead. She thought for a while and then continued, "Thirteen is an auspicious number. We must believe in gods." , but we must also question the gods, and at the same time understand that the gods are not omnipotent, and the most important thing is-gods do not save people. '

Natasha has long begun to doubt what kind of concept is the so-called equality of all beings. Now she wants to understand that the so-called god is just a villain who created you and then discarded it at will. A responsible existence wants everyone's beliefs, wants everyone to worship at its feet, never thinks about what to do next, and will not save any lives.

The so-called equality of all beings is just a kind of self-deception that people want to be redeemed. The real deception is to oneself, not others.

Qianshui moved his eyelids, his fine eyelashes trembled a few times, and bit his lower lip habitually, "But Miss Natasha, do you know? I hate Thirteen, very much. We must believe in God the Father , Our sins are not hidden in the face of God the Father. If we do not repent, God the Father will condemn us. God the Father does not save the people because he is too busy. There are many people in the world, God the Father will always forget Some, so..."

She opened her eyes and met Natasha's gaze. She was about to smile, how could anyone else be convinced if she couldn't even convince herself?So she has to smile, use the purest smile, even if she is considered naive and ignorant of the world, it doesn't matter, as long as she smiles, she can forget everything, all sad emotions.

Qian Shui smiled brightly, the kind of smile that seemed very happy, her eyes were curved as if filled with a lot of happiness, she said, "So, we should be more devout and more attentive, so that Father God Our voices can be heard in heaven, and salvation is not a one-sided matter, it also requires communication."

After talking about the shallow water and walking to the edge of the cliff, what I saw was a large number of dead bodies. Mr. Wojin is still so powerful. As long as that person doesn't show up, Mr. Wojin will be fine. Mr. Wojin won't let Mr. Wojin go. It doesn't matter, sir is very powerful, how could he not discover such a simple truth.

She is lying, lying to herself, Qian Shui likes Mr., but she is a vampire princess, and as a monitor, she cannot interfere with the human space, so there is no way not to tell it, not to mention Mr. is so smart and decisive It's so powerful, why can't it discover such small details?

Qian Shui lied, lied to herself, and lied to herself with a smile, it’s okay, she likes Mr., although it’s not as good as Ding Jing, and of course it’s not as good as Raleigh, but she still likes him very much. The husband's companion is her own companion, what she needs is trust, God the Father will bestow her blessings, everything will be fine, everything will be fine.

"Who do Qianshui think will win? Let's make a bet. Wo Jin is too impulsive, and we have nothing to do by himself~ Passing the time also requires skills~" The knight turned his head and said to Qianshui, his fingers were still flying without looking at the keyboard The percussion, the sound is very crisp, the sound of metal.

"Mr. Knight is really bad, Mr. Wo Jin is very powerful, how could you lose? Father God will punish you." Qian Shui pointed his face with his index finger, and his strange eyeballs rolled in their sockets, and he said it a bit playfully , with a very simple reluctance.

The knight loosened his shoulders, with an attitude of indifference, and looked in Wojin's direction in a blink of an eye.That guy is very excited, the massacre is really nothing new to him, people on Meteor Street, how can they not smell of blood all over their bodies?

At the moment Wo Jin was taken away, the knight laughed easily, as naturally as eating and drinking.The malt-colored hair was frizzy and looked fluffy, a bit like a common plush toy.

Qian Shui clenched his hands tightly, the trimmed and smooth nails were embedded in the flesh, accompanied by the pain that connected to the heart.

She showed a normal posture, lowered the corners of her eyes to show a worried expression, and asked the knight about Wojin's follow-up work, and exerted more force with her hands under the casual reply of the knight.

Seeing blood and redness, her mouth was also filled with an extremely strong taste of rust. She knew exactly what it belonged to. She was a devil, a heartless devil, but... really?

Liar, big liar.

Liar, everything is a lie.

She is guilty, sinful.

When she returned to the scrap yard, she walked to Kuroro silently, smiled at Kuroro, smoothed the hem of her skirt and sat down.

Kuroro glanced at her, put down the book in his hand, grabbed her hand and pulled it away vigorously.

Shallow water dodges, his eyes move randomly but he doesn't look at Kuroro's face.

In some respects, Qianshui is a child. When a child does something wrong, the first thing he thinks of is to escape. This is a child's willfulness and a child's privilege.

Kuroro frowned, and spread out very quickly, as if it was an unimportant matter, and there was an incomprehensible arc on his lips, a half-smile that couldn't be figured out.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then put the book as thick as a dictionary on his knees, freed his right hand and waved it in the void. There is incomprehensible text on it.

Qian Shui didn't know what he had done, but felt a burst of warmth in his hand, and when the temperature disappeared, the deep marks on his palm disappeared like a mouse after seeing a cat.

She bit her lip and said nothing.

She clearly knew everything, but she didn't dare to reveal it, she couldn't reveal it, she wanted to go home, but how could she go home?What kind of identity do you use to go back?Humans, or... devils.

She thought of Ming Jing, that timid girl with an extremely rare dancing talent, with an ordinary face, but beautiful, more beautiful than anyone else.

Ms. Natasha is also very beautiful, with emerald eyes and brown curly hair like a foreigner, very similar to the rich ladies she has seen before, with a good temper and good taste, really perfect.

She doesn't want to dance, she's going to Mass, and she's going with Monsieur, and Monsieur will agree.

"Sir, let's go to mass tomorrow, shall we?" Qian Shui tilted his head, the bangs on his forehead fell to one side, showing a good-looking expression, peaceful and easy-going.

Then after thinking about it, she was startled, as if she had forgotten something and remembered it again. She tapped the corner of her mouth with her finger, and turned her head to Natasha, who was following behind her with a sad face. She was a little sorry, and smiled dryly, Said, "Miss Natasha can go too, you can go shopping when you come back, I am very happy to see the one I like."

She seems to have amnesia, hollowing out those things she doesn't want to understand, forgetting those things she doesn't think are worthwhile, and the rest is what she can accept and is willing to accept.

Qianshui stopped thinking, instinctively stopped the thinking that wanted to turn, she would go crazy, she didn't want to become a devil with an empty body, even if she was a child of the curse, even if she was destined not to be happy, as long as the one she loved was happy, then she would will be happy too.

Kuroro stroked the ends of her hair, and smoothed out the folds of her clothes caused by her inattentive walking, "Okay, I'll buy some food by the way, I'll be busy these days."

She nodded obediently to express her understanding, and then began a long silence, silent without thinking about anything.

In a trance, she saw the steps. On the 36 steps, there was a figure with a slender figure, an ordinary face, and very long hair.

It was an auditorium, all she knew was that it was an auditorium, and finally, finally... singing.

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