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At that time, the sky was a kind of gray that best reflected melancholy, a color that could make people cry for no reason.

The girl's face was very blurry, and the upward curvature of the corners of her lips could be vaguely seen, with very soft lines.The hair color is golden brown, it is the kind of natural big curls, hanging down on the chest docilely.He was wearing a beige knight outfit, his straight legs were under the short fluffy skirt, and he was wearing leather boots of the same color.

Standing in the sea of ​​sunflowers, she opened her hands slightly, as if embracing something or catering to something, with her back facing the light exuding a seductive color.

She stretched out her hand, and the black mole in her palm showed a proud independence, sad and sensitive.

'Shanlan, shall we play together? '

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Shallow water is doing mass, which is different from worship prayers.It’s not Sunday, Father God is also busy, so it’s better to be more sincere, that’s good, Father God will definitely hear, brother said so, then she firmly believes it.

She didn't have the energy to pay attention to her surroundings, and she also didn't want to pay attention. Now, to respect God the Father, what she needed was to have no distracting thoughts, and just think about the outline of God the Father.

Natasha had her hands behind her back, her emerald eyeballs were covered by the eye sockets, narrowed into a slit, small and curved like a moon.

She was very happy, like a child who succeeds in a prank, bent over and arched her back, and she vacated to get close to the heavily made-up face.That was her name, the name she used before was Shan Lan.

She saw Mr. Clown's pupils constrict violently, as if thinking of something, but concealed it very well, so that Natasha only saw a thick and strange smile in the iron-gray pupils.

What did you get?What did you give up?What is missing?

'Don't you like it?This is the name I have used~ It is very expensive, and I will not give it to others if they want it. Does the clown still despise it? 'Natasha pursed her mouth, and there was an expression of displeasure on her transparent but delicate face, similar to an angry mood.

Hisoka twisted his waist, nodded his lips with the poker card he took out from somewhere, and with one hand on his hip, he shook his head, "No~ I like this name very much~" After speaking, he stretched out Licking the face of the card with the tip of his tongue, the one on it is a clown, a magician holding a death scythe.

Natasha shook the ends of her hair when she heard this, turned her back and tilted her head, and blinked at Hisoka, knowing that she couldn't see her but she still wanted to give him the best, maybe it can be called the wonderful emotion of a young girl Huaichun, it has nothing to do Others, she said, 'then I'll call you Shanlan, don't be lazy, I'm a singer and a traveler, I know a lot of people, I won't admit it if I regret it. '

Hisoka hooked his lips, and laughed more and more unscrupulously. He silently sneered, and nodded while trying his best to suppress the trembling body, as if this was the answer, a promise in disguise.

He wanted to say something, and then found that the air was flowing, and he pursed his lips, but he remained silent.

Qianshui stood up, smoothed the folds on the skirt, and saw him when she turned around. Ms. Natasha was very happy, because she was in love, the love that has always existed.

She doesn't want to disturb Natasha, but for Hisoka, she has fear, which is a kind of fear resident in the bottom of her heart, different from Mr. Hisoka, she knows that Mr. Hisoka is a good person, but he can't get close, this is the gap, the essential difference .

Qianshui walks very slowly, can procrastinate time intentionally or unintentionally, and always feels that the past is a sin at this time, Miss Natasha's choice can't be changed by her, she won't listen, doesn't want to listen, can't listen.

Forgetting is redemption, she can't selfishly destroy Miss Natasha's happiness, if it is a brother, if it is a brother, she will do the same.

Qianshui lowered her head, dragging the hem of her skirt to look submissive, she walked up to Natasha and Hisoka, staring at the round-toed leather shoes on her feet, not daring to look up.

Mr. Hisoka couldn't see through her, she seemed to be following her instinct, but it was different, she didn't know how to describe that feeling, it was a bit like persistence, facing a source that was hazy like in a dream.

"Qian Shui, the clown's name is Shan Lan now, you can't make a mistake, if I hear another name, I will be angry. ' Natasha said with the corners of her eyes bent.

It's not that she can't feel the fear of shallow water. This kind of fear is just like when she faced Lu Xilu. It's unexplainable, but it really exists in her heart. What can't be eradicated is to be patient and ignore it as much as possible. She understands She wants to change that feeling, Qianshui is very simple, and she doesn't want to erase this pure nature, otherwise there will be a sense of guilt, the sin of causing an angel to fall into the world.

Natasha spoke very easily, and her Qingyue voice was properly adjusted in the awkward atmosphere.

Qianshui raised her head, and the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose slid down slightly. She stretched out her hand and pushed, blocking all prying eyes, and then smiled, with a precise angle of 45 centimeters, a perfect and gentle arc.

She said, "Why is Mr. Shanlan here? By the way, Mr. said that this action was all qualitative and normal. Why did I forget it?"

Hisoka put down his hand holding the playing cards. His slender phoenix eyes had a strange light. He turned around and looked at the half-open door of the auditorium. Kuroro stood in front of the door, leaning against the door carved with the statue of Jesus Christ.

Qianshui followed Hisoka's movements and turned her eyes. The moment she saw Kuroro, she smiled brightly, as if she had exhausted all her charm. She trotted over and raised her head when she reached Kuroro.

There was a smile on Kuroro's lips, and the arc of the half-smile was confusing. He reached out and rubbed the top of Qianshui's hair, with a slight hint of pampering.His dark eyes looked at Hisoka's face with strange makeup.

Hisoka paused for a while, moving his legs and walking at a strange pace, and the playing cards on his fingers were flying fast, doing difficult acrobatics.

"Hisuo, are you going to do something bad?" Kuroro stroked Qianshui's hair, signaling her not to worry, but said without stopping, "Don't be found out."

When they passed each other, Hisoka paused. He pulled the poker card and kissed the magician on it, which represented the tip of the sickle of death. "Can't you hear me? Commander~ Lady Luck's voice is so beautiful~"

Suddenly he laughed madly and suppressed, and before Kurolo answered, he continued, "Know?~Cutoateacestea,LadyLuck,amg?sitcapuls?fiemaibineaiavutgrij?deea~~Nufir?unorocprinsoh~(Know?~I found lucky Where's the goddess~ Captain, be careful~ don't be caught by bad luck~)"

Qianshui bit her lower lip. Even though Mr. Hisoka had been gone for a long time, she still felt the strange aura that could not be ignored. She didn't like that crazy smell, and she didn't like the behavior that made her husband hurt, but she still had a fluke in her heart. , what if Mr. already knew?Mr. is very powerful, very powerful, nothing will happen.

She unconsciously pulled the hem of Kuroro's shirt. The result of excessive force was that the originally flat corners of the clothes were drawn into deep folds, which were not easy to disappear.

Kuroro lowered his eyes slightly, and from the top-down perspective, he only saw her delicate skin and round shoulders. He reached out and hugged her in a childish way of embracing her.

With his chin on the top of his head in the shallow water, he said, "It's okay, things are going well. We're going to get some food, it's going to be busy for a while."

Shallow water encircled Kuroro's waist, she nodded her head slightly to understand, she loosened her teeth, let go of her abusive lips and smiled, "What do you want to eat, sir? Don't forget Miss Natasha, she likes western tea , we have to prepare a little, by the way, sir is not very picky eater, we can go buy some ingredients, I will make a lot, the taste should not be bad."

She said something and nothing, and looked at Kuroro's profile, the handsome face and the cross on the forehead, equal arms, the color is black, will God allow it?

Merciful Father God, please forgive all this, and your people will offer eternal devotion.

She prayed in her heart, asking for the upcoming fate, smiling, and looking up at Kuroro's handsome jaw, the curvature of her lips was fifteen centimeters.

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A single room, without any decorations in the middle, only a very wide and large hospital bed, which is the style that kidnaps mental patients or lunatics.

Lying on it was a tall and unusually tall man, wearing crude animal skin pants, his rough outline had wounds of different shades, he was beaten and obliterated, and at the moment of death, his vitality burst out, maybe it couldn't be said to be vitality, The people on Meteor Street have an instinct, almost like a beast's desire to tear apart.

Probably because of this difference from ordinary people, the man is not in any danger, only a few scratches on the flesh, and there is no threat to his life.

Then a lot of people came in, about five or six, led by a sophisticated looking man in a suit.

The man in the suit approached the bed of the man in the leather pants, without turning around to greet the person in the same suit beside him.

The man in animal skin pants rolled his eyeballs and turned them at a certain angle. He raised his lips and smiled contemptuously. He said, "Sure enough, Buddha depends on gold clothes, and people need clothes."

What happened next is self-evident. It was a dance party. Everyone wore different but similar dancing shoes to choose a partner, and they wore masks when they danced together, which was gorgeous and extravagant.

The man in the suit saw the red wine, like the wine served by a waiter in a tuxedo at a ball, with a mellow, rich and sweet aroma.

The man in the suit slumped down, moment after moment, very short but felt so long, and finally thought about falling asleep in the rich aroma of wine, which was fragrant and wonderful.

"When I heard that you were arrested, I thought I heard it wrong." The curly-haired man wiped his hands with the cloth, and the corners of his mouth were curved upwards, showing a sense of arrogance.

The man in animal skin pants gave a loud snort as an answer. The amount of anesthetic used exceeded the normal range. Although he would not die or fall into a deep sleep, he still did not have any freedom of limbs. From this point of view, it was still uncomfortable.

When the restrictions were lifted and the anesthetic was sucked away by the strange vacuum cleaner that materialized, the man in the fur pants showed hatred. The long-term depression relieved the original violent temper, and the effect was often several times that of the normal one, so the building was deafening. Facing collapse while roaring.

He screamed, yelled, and wanted to fight!Using everything as the highest bet, as a spider's leg, he needs to meet the gods and punish the gods, and the Buddha comes to kill the Buddha!

"Tell the leader for me..." He calmed down a little, his face showing a ferocious expression, "I won't go back until I get rid of the Chain Hand!"

Don't stop, don't panic, don't be afraid!

Believe in me, have eternal life.

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Qianshui was busy in the kitchen, maybe just because she was busy in the kitchen, and Natasha wandered around her, looking here and there for the dessert she wanted.

She stopped Natasha's seemingly childish behavior, but indulged at the same time, promising to give her some refreshments as long as she was quiet for a while and waited for her to finish all the work, which was nothing more than the deadliest temptation for Natasha with a ghost physique.

She succeeded, so she buried herself in the unfinished work at hand, creamed, filled with chocolate, sprinkled with some colored sugar, and by the way, added the shape of scones just out of the oven, and the husband would like it, sure.

Kuroro was reading a book in the living room, stroking his lips helplessly with his slender fingers. This was his action when he was thinking. The perfect tour group.

He suddenly remembered something, and closed the ridiculously thick book casually, stopped rubbing his fingers, pointed his index finger at the side of his face, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Noroc (Goddess of Luck)...?" After the voice fell, Kuroro narrowed his eyes, looking at the sky outside the window through the slender gap, which was about to be bleak gray, hazy.

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