Hunter Fan - Snake

15

On the streets, very ordinary streets, asphalted roads plus common brick sidewalks.

Qianshui walked a little behind Kuroro, changed his dress, and put on a plain white dress, showing his fair calves when walking, black round-toed leather shoes, and a little dust on the socks, which are the pollution particles in the air .

The shallow water is not very beautiful, but it has a good charm. Kuroro has a handsome face and elegant manners like princes and nobles at the end of the [-]th century. They are going to the auditorium to do the mass that believers often say. He didn’t believe in God, so how could he do something similar to deception?

Natasha follows the shallow water, and there are very few people who can see her. How can she let anyone who can see her when she is bored?To put it another way, it might be more appropriate to call it possession.

You Kexin's auditorium is a gothic style that looks extremely luxurious, with colorful stained glass, wooden crosses, and the halo from the top of the head shining on it, showing a sense of sacredness that is different from the past.The wooden chairs scattered on both sides are dark colors, I don't know if it is because of the age, or it is the original color.

Qianshui knelt down in the middle, folded his hands in front of his chest to repent, and Natasha stood not far away, wondering what he was thinking.

Kuroro leaned against the half-opened door. The iron door had a unique metal touch. He smiled softly and turned away not long after.

Let believers go in this kind of place, he is not suitable.

Thinking of this, Kuroro laughed in a muffled voice. The hoarse laughter was very low. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it, so it can't be called blasphemy, can it?

The sky was clear outside the door, he squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, the pure color without the slightest variegation made him feel a strong sense of disgust, the corners of his lips remained unchanged, a smile that was not a smile.

"It's still not enough." He said, whispering very softly.

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Mass in shallow water, in front of a wooden cross in the auditorium. Natasha watched as she bowed her head in an all too sincere gesture of prayer, and supplication.

Natasha looked around, the empty auditorium had no decorations other than wooden chairs, she walked a few steps and sat on the bench, without any scruples about the so-called ladylike etiquette, or any ostentatious manners, She sat very casually, as if she was on her own bed, using the most comfortable posture.

Unruly, she lay on the bench, pulling her pleated skirt and moving lazily. After a pause, Natasha began to sing, this time it was a standard holy word from the Bible, with perfect Roman pronunciation.

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Kuroro was aimless, but his legs seemed to be walking towards the nearest library consciously. He didn't think it was strange. Only by looking at unimportant things when facing a crisis can people relax, although the last thing he needs Just relax.

When he walked to the door of the library, what he saw was a chivalrous man in casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, and a listless look. If it wasn't for that baby face and malt yellow hair, maybe he wouldn't be considered young. As he thought about it, he unconsciously stroked his upper lips with his fingers, tapped lightly, and quickened his pace.

"Doesn't the leader need to accompany the young lady? It's really strange~ He would leave the young lady alone~" Seeing Kuroro's elegant gait, and fascinated a lot of boys and girls by the way, the knight scratched his face and spoke frivolously .

Ku Luoluo smiled softly, looked mysteriously at the provocative chivalrous man without answering, and walked straight into the library. You Kexin's library and the auditorium have striking similarities, the same style, similar layout , except for the mountains of books, there is no decoration, clean and tidy, which is his favorite layout.

Finding a relatively quiet corner, Kuroro sat down, and flipped through the book he had randomly pulled out from his hand. The book cover was black, and there were some words engraved on it, which looked very crude.

"The leader did it on purpose~ He even troublesomely entrusted the killer who beat up the enemy's family~ Aren't you afraid of accidentally killing the little lady?~" The knight stretched out his hand to pull an armchair, and sat beside Kuroro with his legs apart. The flirting with lowered voice, the indescribable frivolity in the tone.

Kuroro turned the page, the black eyeballs in his eye sockets kept moving, his ability to glance at ten lines was obvious, he raised the angle of his lips slightly, and replied without raising his head, "So what? If the shallow water can’t kill people, it’s useless to the brigade, and it’s a waste if you don’t use it if you have a powerful force? I’m just a developer, and there will always be feedback, it’s just a matter of time.”

Hearing this, the knight suddenly moved closer to his face, squinting his emerald eyes and staring at Kuroro's calm and handsome face, as if he wanted to see a hole before he was reconciled. It didn't take long, only three or four minutes. , The knight had seen enough and leaned back on the bench, observing the surrounding environment habitually, "It turns out that the leader doesn't have special feelings for the young lady~ The young lady is so pitiful~"

Hearing this, Kurolo raised his head, and glanced at the knight pretending to be innocent with stagnant eyes. The warning in his eyes was obvious, at least to the extent that the knight could see clearly. Kurolo pursed his lips and said, " The interests of the brigade are the top priority. This is the rule set at the beginning. As the head of the brigade, do you think I will change it? Or..."

Kuroro paused, his half-closed eyes revealing a sense of murderousness, which made people shudder, "Or are you a knight, do you want to resist the rules of the regiment?"

The knight straightened up, quickly waved his hand in denial, his face was full of sincerity, but the sharpness in his eyes was unconvincing, he said, "How could it be? The existence of the brigade is the most important thing, isn't it? But I will not violate the rules that you explained at the beginning, but... Kurolo, as the leader, have you misplaced your attention? Or, the Phantom Troupe is just you, Kurolo Luo Rouxilu's private property~"

"Xiaxia, you can't kill me." Kuroro hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and the arc rose again. He looked down at the book that had turned over the pages. The font was not very familiar, but it was not hard to read, at least it was better than Those boring bible bible books are much better.He said it casually and lightly, as if without any emotional doubts, it is certain that the current knights cannot kill him.

Can't kill him Kurolo? Luxilu, so he can only be a spider brain, not a head.

The knight couldn't deny it, shrugged his shoulders, lay on the table and didn't care about Kuroro's words, what Kuroro said was the truth, but wait until he can kill him...

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Natasha stopped singing, she was a troubadour, so what else could she do but sing?She was thinking, and then found that she knew too much, and she couldn't delete one by one. She was a traveler, wandering in one city after another, and the place where she was stationed now was a girl who could see herself.

The Mass in Qianshui will take a long time. This is what Natasha knew after following Qianshui for a short time, but she doesn't want to be alone, in the crowd with the feeling of having nothing, the illusion that nothing exists, that is very empty.

She would rather wait for shallow water, at least not alone, isn't she?She can talk about the world and tell some interesting and vivid stories with the experience of wandering around, which Qianshui likes very much.

She wondered if she would meet the man who could hear her again?Strange Mr. Clown, Mr. Clown with iron gray pupils, maybe a magician or maybe, a very interesting man.

Natasha thought of apples. She didn't know if it was herself. She always felt that there was someone who liked apples very much. She liked sunflowers. She didn't know it very well before, but now she likes them very much.

She was thinking wildly, Qianshui was doing mass very seriously, and would not pay attention to other things around her, which made her feel that even if the sky fell, Qianshui would still be indifferent, believe in gods, love the God of heaven, even God... ...do not save people.

Natasha heard the sound, and when she turned her head, her eyes suddenly opened wide, showing an expression of disbelief, her hands stretched out to her chest unconsciously to press her heart, there was no beating sound but it seemed to be beating, at that moment she felt There is blood in my body, flowing, an inexplicable feeling when I am still alive.

It's the clown, it's the magician.

'Hey, why are you here?This is a church, not a place where clowns can come. 'Natasha's tone is not very good, it may be because the relationship is too tense, knowing that the other party can't see her but still find it difficult to breathe.

She felt that maybe she was really in love, and the object was Mr. Magician, a strange man standing less than ten centimeters away.

She felt that her taste was getting weirder and weirder, why did she fall in love with it?I have been to so many places, but there is nothing worth nostalgic for. In the end, it is not all dust to dust, and it is gone with the wind.What she can't fall in love with is a living person, what can she do?

"Sisso~~I~~said~~had~~oh~~my name is Hisoka~~~~~~~~~~~~" The clown twisted his waist and used the awkward poker marker to pick Speak with an ending accent, and correct Natasha's misuse of words.

Mr. Clown is angry because he used the wrong title.

Natasha felt baffled, she had seen too many people, but she had never seen this kind of person, Hisoka's performance was clearly in the substitution mode, but she didn't know what Hisoka recognized her as, maybe she was a favorite woman, For those who want to miss and remember for a lifetime, the most important seat is in the deepest corner of the heart.

She didn't like the feeling, very much.Raising her head, she showed displeasure, and her words got worse, "I don't care what your name is, I just call you hello, I just want to call you hello hello!" !What can you do with me?Did you eat me? '

Didn't he call her name himself?How could she get her to call out his name accurately?Impossible, absolutely, 'otherwise I'll call you Shanlan, I've used this name before, I don't know how many times better than the name Xi Suo. 'she says.

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The stained glass was replaced by a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and the large mirror transmits brilliant golden sunlight, which slantly shines on the pale yellow table top, coated with a layer of golden halo.

Kuroro put down the book, closed his eyes for a while, and frowned to form a hill-like river, "Hisuo has not been very quiet recently, so keep an eye on him."

The knight nodded to express his understanding, and then his face darkened, "Wojin has been captured, are you going to rescue him? You may encounter trouble."

"Well, go, don't die." Kuroro rubbed the center of his brows, nodded his forehead with his index finger and said, "Don't forget our purpose."

"Those who stand in my way will be killed without mercy." The knight said with a happy expression, which is a kind of excitement, for unknown things and the imminent sense of death, to experience the moment of limit, and to pursue a higher level of truth.

Kuroro smiled, it goes without saying, mixed with three points of innocence and seven points of blood, he is very happy, in the face of countless choices at the intersection of death, confusion, he likes it very much, maybe he is crazy Maybe, or, is this world crazy?

He stood up and put the book back in its place.When I walked out of the library, the weather was also very good. I squinted and looked at the sky, and there was no cloud in the sky.

Turning around, he walked towards the auditorium, there was an interesting devil there, he was kept in captivity for my use.

The sunlight was shining straight, and the shadow on the ground was condensed very short, leaving only a small black spot. He had a hunch that what happened next would be much more exciting than expected.

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