Hunter Fan - Snake

17

Qianshui made a lot of desserts and cooked a little food. When she felt that she had enough, she took off her apron and put the food in a crisper box. It could last at least a few days, according to the food intake of those people.

She thought about it, and slowly walked out of the kitchen with her hand in her hand. Kuroro was still reading a book. Seeing her come out and close it, she stood up and walked over.

Qianshui gave him a few bags, of course a small part. She didn't want to bother others with the things she could lift. This was her idea. Even if Kuroro didn't like it, she still couldn't change her idea. She was so stubborn.

She raised her head and smiled, walking ahead and leading the way, while Kuroro walked slowly behind, as if admiring her melancholy.

Yes, it's melancholy. Shallow water's forbearance is hard to detect, and even the details are handled well, but these are of no use to the wanted criminal who is a spider head, and she is still seen clearly. She doesn't like it a feeling of.

It was very silent along the way, and she suddenly remembered that many times when she was with Kuroro, she was silent. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but that she couldn't say it, and she shouldn't say it. The price is to be killed, she doesn't want to die, so she can only keep silent.

Kuroro matched her pace, followed unhurriedly, slightly lowered his eyes to look at the ground he was walking on, the mosaic-like brick streets, there were many pedestrians on both sides, and the collisions from time to time were annoying.He raised his eyes and looked at Qianshui's back. The pure white dress exposed a large area of ​​skin, revealing a powerless paleness, so slender that people had the illusion that he was about to die.

Thinking of this, he began to deny that what he knew was a devil, a blood-sucking ghost, and his long-dead body no longer had any functions that ordinary people possessed.

In conclusion, interesting body, he thought.

Kuroro put one hand in his pocket, looked down at the mosaic bricks enough, the leather heels tapped and tapped with a soft but clear sound.

He smiled gently, with a sense of aristocrat, with an elegant manner and a slightly arched back. There was a long shadow behind him, and the sun was setting quickly.

He stretched out his hand, felt the coldness in the air for a moment, shivered and restrained himself.He looked at his hands, slender and fair, with thick calluses on the palms, not ordinary people's hands, how much blood was stained, sinful.

Kuroro walked faster, caught up with Qianshui who was walking ahead and held her, and when Qianshui stopped and asked with a single pupil, he put down the bag in his hand, untied the scarf around his neck and put it on The wind blew over her neck for a while, and he bent his mouth and picked up the bag on the ground and turned around, not looking at Qian Shui's expression.

In fact, he didn't need to think about it, he could guess that there must be smile marks on that ordinary face, a very soft angle, and a very gentle expression.

There are no angels because there is no God.There is no heaven because there are no believers.

He thought so, so all he saw were devils, witches who sucked blood for a living, and vampires raised in captivity.

Another gust of wind messed up Qianshui's hair, and the bangs on his forehead were lifted up, revealing the smooth forehead and curved eyebrows, his eyes were covered by oversized black-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his lips were curved.

She couldn't feel the cold, but she felt very cold. She didn't know why she felt cold, and she was shaking and her teeth were chattering.

Gritting her teeth, she closed her teeth a little better, and raised her hand holding the bag up to support the mirror frame. She stared at Kuroro's back and began to be in a daze, thinking about something, and maybe not thinking about anything anymore Just fugue.

There were red marks between my fingers by the plastic bag, and it didn't hurt very much.Qianshui lowered his head, and looked away from Kuroro, the pupils hidden behind the lenses shrank, as if thinking about something, the feeling of panic became more and more serious, as if something irreversible was about to happen.

Kuroro walked not too fast, not much faster than when she took the lead just now, leisurely looking at the surrounding scenery, not even letting go of the fallen leaves.

When we arrived at the scrapyard, the sun had already set, and the sky turned black, which was the color Miss Natasha hated the most.

Many times Qianshui would think, what is Monday? In the past, my brother would answer her, Monday is the day of God the Father, who created the world, and then it was afternoon tea time, enjoying the black tea imported from France, and tasting two mouthfuls of freshly baked Apple pie is the most comfortable life, it is best to have some music, she can dance, and match her brother's preferences.

She likes Monday, as long as it is not a holiday, it is the time for class. When she arrives at school, she can see the mirror, dance together, and study the dance steps. This is a rare good thing for Qianshui.

Today's Monday, she found that she suddenly panicked, panicked for no reason, she felt scared, and she didn't know why she was scared.

She said, "Sir, why isn't Mr. Knight here? Mr. Woking is not here either. Have they gone to dinner?"

Shallow water has forgotten a lot, and what can be remembered will not be forgotten.She has a lot of forgetfulness, and she forgets it after passing it, but she can vaguely recall that it was a sad emotion, so unacceptable.

She doesn't like being sad, even though Ms. Natasha said that her actions are always so sad, but she doesn't think so, at least she thinks that without her, Mr. is still Mr., a nice Mr., a gentle Mr., thinking about how... a murderer, gentlemen.

That's right, Mr. is Kurolo? Luxilu, the spider head of the Phantom Troupe, how could he give up doing evil?She likes her husband, even if he killed someone, even if he is a wanted criminal, she still likes him.

Maybe her liking can't be called liking, she also likes many things and many people, everyone is the same, there are few differences, but the husband is the same.

Ms. Natasha's absence is still influential, she thought, if she was not alone, she wouldn't think so much, Qian Shui thought so, found a clean place to sit down on the abandoned long, and removed the bag Take out the crisper.

She made tiramisu, very strange taste but she likes it, just like its story.

She added, "Sir, can I tell you a story? A story about tiramisu."

There was no echo, only the whirring wind could be heard in the deserted yard, as loud as the neighing of a cat in heat, or the crying of a child, so ear-piercing and piercing.

Qianshui hugged her bent knees, and leaned her face against her legs. Ms. Natasha liked the position very much. She said it was because of its tragic meaning, but she felt very warm and very... at ease.

She said, "Sir, I actually like chocolate very much. It's very sweet, and it has a sticky texture at the end, which can quench your thirst. By the way, I haven't told the story of tiramisu yet, do you know, sir?" ?There was a war in my previous country. It was a story that happened during the war. A woman used all the food in the house to make desserts for her husband. Unfortunately, her husband died and she committed suicide. It's a sad story."

As he spoke, Qianshui shook his head, his eyebrows frowned, as if he was recalling the plot of the story, and he was infected while talking, just like telling a fairy tale to a child, but he fell asleep in the end.

Maybe she was dreaming, she thought, a nightmare about vampires, and everything would be back to normal when she woke up, and then denied, resolutely.

Qianshui took a piece of tiramisu and bit into it in small bites. The waste yard was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly. If it wasn't for her good eyesight, she probably wouldn't be able to see it.

She also felt very fortunate that at least she was not blind. If she could not see anything, would she be accepted by God the Father? If she atones for her sin, then she can be forgiven.

When she ate the third piece of tiramisu, she thought, why hasn't Miss Natasha come back?She felt very lonely without Natasha by her side, even if it was just a ghost but she could see it, couldn't she?Then you are not alone.

The seat next to her was empty, and she imagined Kuroro in her mind, Mr. has always been such a deep person, very good, why is Miss Natasha afraid?Obviously so gentle, isn't it?

After eating the fourth piece of tiramisu, she stood up, flicked the crumbs off her body, stopped and thought for a while, she made a decision, not waiting.

Kuroro is in another place, she wants to go to him, it's good to look at it, it's good to look at it if she can't help, she thought.

When I was walking, I mentioned the garbage bag at my feet, and the round plastic bag full of things was turning around, looking like a spinning wheel, round.

Qianshui suddenly wants to eat apples. She ate apples when she was in Pandora, and now she wants to eat apples again.

Kuroro told her to wait for her, she didn't want to kill people, she didn't want to see people die, but Mr. is Mr., if you don't kill or rob, is it still Mr.?

Kuroro asked her to wait, it was really gentle.

She laughed, the stars in the sky shone down, she felt inexplicably sacred, the pure white dress floated away in a trance, and there seemed to be light around, strong fire, red.

She has wings behind her, and when she flaps, she creates a whirlwind, blowing over one place after another.

Qianshui walked slowly, without Kurolo, without Natasha, walking slowly alone, on the street at night, under the dim light, her shadow was lengthened, segment by segment.

Suddenly she started to run, using the speed that can throw away a lot of things, just to warm up her body, a blood-sucking girl with a temperature, or a blood-sucking girl?

Not afraid of light, not afraid of crosses, not afraid of holy water, but actually believes in gods, can such a vampire girl be regarded as a watcher?

She discarded her identity and only wanted to live as a human being, but why was she still so thirsty?

The air smelled of blood, as sweet as melted chocolate.

She ran in the direction, stopped panting, she stood far away, it was the hill she knew.

With golden hair and blood-red eyes, she watched the boy use a thick chain to restrain what he thought was a crime. Life and death are just a matter of a moment. Why did she think so complicated?

She wanted to run over, but felt that her breath hadn't slowed down. She wanted to stop the boy's behavior. Killing someone is not good, God the Father will not forgive him, and he will go to hell.

In the end, she stood still, with black-rimmed eyes on her face hanging on the bridge of her nose, sliding down slightly. She reached out and pressed her chest as if she was grasping something very important.

She was hesitating, confused, her eyes were loose, and she blamed herself.

She is cowardly, vacillating between life and death.I don't want to kill people, I don't want to see people die, but I'm afraid of the conclusion after changing my fate.

She is an outsider, and she has nothing to do with it. Originally, she just needs to believe in God the Father. Why can't she?

As for Mr. Wojin, Mr. Wojin who is beside you, she should be saved, Father God wouldn't want to see someone die, wouldn't he?Father God is very merciful.

The moment the man in animal skin pants fell down, Qianshui opened his eyes, staring round like the round garbage bag in the dump.

There was a fire all around, clusters of flames, Qianshui lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his expression was dull when he opened them.He raised his hand, lowered it, and appeared in front of the boy.

She squatted down and pressed the man's heart in animal skin pants. The beating was very weak, and it would disappear if it slowed down.

Qianshui began to regret, very regretful, wouldn't it be better to be earlier?She is the devil, and the devil has no heart.

She looked at the boy's face, unable to distinguish the beauty of men and women, she felt sad, the sadness of a human life, as if she heard Miss Natasha's singing in the auditorium, a very distant and hollow voice, she held up her palm, and the flame in her palm danced Get up and quickly attack the boy.

With an empty hand, a wound appeared in the sound of breaking through the air, and the dark red liquid overflowed, carrying the sticky fragrance she liked.

Qian Shui reached out his hand to the mouth of the man in animal skin pants, watched the blood flow into his mouth, and swallowed it along the Adam's apple.

The expression of the man in animal skin pants became tangled, and his body convulsed. She pressed against his body, regardless of whether the boy behind him was alive or not. She smiled and said with that precise 45-centimeter arc, "Wo Jin Be patient, sir, and you will be fine soon, sir, you don't want Mr. Wojin to die, so Mr. Wojin can't die."

She smiled, and with a wave of her arm, the air began to twist, and the deformed space was gradually revealed, with a dark red light, and a gorgeous stage in the center, in the style of a stage play.

A Chinese-style door appeared beside Qianshui, and the distance was getting farther and farther away, and it closed with a click, isolating the world.

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