Hunter Fan - Snake

18

The sun went down, and the moment the sun went down she saw the nasty darkness, the time when there were stars but it was still so dark, Natasha didn't like it, very much didn't like it.

She didn't follow the shallow water, she was erratic behind the clown, wearing the transformed crystal slipper on her feet, she took small steps to carve steps in the void.

The clown walked unhappily, almost leisurely for a walk. She followed behind and looked at the azure blue hair, which was combed upwards, a bit like a broom. She laughed, her voice was soft but audible.

The clown paused, then took another step.The corners of the lips with lip gloss are curved, which is the kind of extreme weird angle, which makes people feel horrified when they see it.

The clown stopped in front of a building with a strange shape. After a while, there was still time for Natasha to see what kind of place it was.

With a cylindrical design, the lower part is much thinner than the upper part but still able to stand upright. Natasha felt curious that such a building should not exist according to the architectural description, but she saw it and it was very clear, which made her puzzled , while being puzzled, he began to appreciate the talent of the designer.

Of course, before she finished feeling, the clown walked up and smiled even brighter when he entered, as Qianshui said believers saw God Jesus, almost needing to kneel on the ground, worship is the right choice.

On the floor, the clown became more and more rampant, and everyone he met along the way gave way, as if seeing a god of death holding a scythe. This feeling is really bad, Natasha thought, but what does it matter to her? What about the relationship?

Shrugging, she speeded up and moved closer to the clown's body.

Go up the floor and into the elevator.

The space in the elevator was so small that she couldn't even float up. She pouted, and Natasha landed on the carpeted floor. The soft touch made her feel like moaning, and of course she did. up.She didn't think she could deceive the clown's own whereabouts, just like she couldn't hide it from Lu Xilu. People with the same essence were basically very similar, so she didn't need to spend so much thought.

In the end, she arrived at the room. It was very poorly decorated, with useless furnishings other than the basic facilities. Even if it was more luxurious, it would look particularly vulgar with that color.

Natasha frowned, and quickly rushed to the sofa she saw at first sight. The fluffy fabric made her feel so comfortable, and it was incomparably softer than the dilapidated sofa and the smelly garbage dump before.

She moved her body, let her body curl up, sank into the sofa in an overly pathetic posture, lowered her head, her golden brown wavy hair spread out for a while, covering most of her face, her emerald eyeballs were closed It looks like a noble Persian cat with its eyes closed and resting.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom, intermittently, the clown was taking a shower, she thought, her eyes were closed but she just moved her nostrils, and her slender thick eyelashes fluttered twice.

Listening to the sound of splashing water, Natasha began to think. She is not a person who likes to think. As a traveler and a singer, she doesn't have much time to think, and she doesn't need it. She wants to go through the cold and warm in a short time, and then sing Things to do.

Qian Shui said that she looks like an aristocrat, and she finds it ironic that aristocrat is not a good word, too much restraint, too much restriction, you can't be free, you can't be respected if you are inappropriate, and what you care about is always so unrealistic.

She thought, and then felt the sofa beside her sink in.The rare contemplation lost the atmosphere like this, she opened her eyes and turned to look at the clown beside her, no, it should be Shan Lan, that was the name she gave him, the name she missed very much.

Natasha no longer remembers why she knew this name, she just instinctively felt that it was important, important... Inexplicable emotions were brewing in her body, and she almost came out of her body.

"Is it fun~~" Shan Lan's voice is very pleasant, of course, to remove those weird parts, such as the long tail sound and a lot of symbols.

Observing quietly at a close distance, Natasha found that the clown was very beautiful, with the physique of a handsome guy who could fascinate a large group of people. The hormones emitted were too strong, which made her a little uncomfortable, and now the pair of iron-gray eyes that fascinated her were straight. Looking straight at her gave her the illusion of being seen through.

She is a ghost, how could she be seen through?She thought it was funny, so she raised the corners of her lips to show the most elegant smile, with a little sadness and pathos she wanted, she said, 'How did Shanlan know I'm here?Can you see me?I'm a ghost~ Aren't you afraid? '

Natasha made it a bit scary on purpose. Don’t ordinary people scream loudly when they see ghosts, or kneel down and beg for mercy?Then she can scare him, even if he looks like he doesn't look like that person who is afraid of ghosts.

"What's there to be afraid of~" The clown raised his head, turned his head and squinted at the ceiling. The ceiling of the room is made of granite, a very solid texture, but it looks really cold.

She tilted her head and rested her arms on her knees as a pillow. After thinking for a while, she said, "Ghosts can eat people. Are you afraid that I will eat you?"If you die, there will be nothing~'

Her existence is a special case. During her travels, she has visited so many countries and towns, and she has never seen any existence like herself. She understands that there are gods in this world, but she has abandoned this world.

So she doesn't believe in God, even if He Qianshui entered the auditorium and accompanied her to pray and mass, but she still doesn't believe in God. If God can really save the world, then she will go to heaven, right?

Natasha doesn't feel that she has done any bad things, and as a ghost, she hasn't attacked any human beings. She is just looking for someone who can see her, which is not too much.

The clown lowered his head and grinned, shaking his body silently, maintaining this movement for a long time, and when he stopped, he said, "Why did Natasha give me the name 'Shanlan'~ Could it be What's special about it?~"

She floated up, using her own buoyancy to approach the clown in the air, face to face, nose to nose, no touching but just approaching, there was a distance in between, no hugs, no kisses.

She said, 'No, I said that I used this name before, and I am a ghost, and ghosts have no memory before death, so~' She spread her hands with a look of helplessness on her face, 'I can't and I can't help it Answer your question, Shanlan~'

She is the only ghost in the world. Since she has no memory before death, let's think so. If there is a compatriot, she will be the same, as flawless as a baby, as pure as white paper, without dirt, only blank, able to An emptiness that would drive anyone crazy.

After speaking, she moved her face closer, tilted her head, and she was kissing, a kiss without touching, like kissing God, the supreme god.

"Does Natasha like sunflowers~? There are also birds~ very small and easy to break chicks~" The clown still had the same expression, raising the corners of his lips and asking questions, his voice was hoarse and had a strong nasal voice , but his tone seemed childish, the boy who was not grown up even let her hear the taste of acting like a baby.

'This is the sunflower, the flower that always follows the sun, my favorite flower. '

When the girl said this, she was still in front of the boy, and what was left to the boy seemed to be the hazy back that was blurred by the light forever. She stretched out her hand to block the light that made people feel too dazzling, and then she could see a little more clearly What the girl looks like now.

'I think Shan Lan will like it too. '

Turning around, the lips that shouldn't have any curvature had a fascinating angle, and the wind picked up for a while, blowing the girl's scattered hair on the sideburns whirling, and there was no emotion in the jellyfish green eyes, but ...pure, dazzling don't want to let go...

Natasha nodded, wandering in the void with her hands on her knees, she replied without thinking, 'Well, I like it very much, very beautiful flowers, if I can reincarnate, I would like to become a sunflower, following the sun for a lifetime is a very happy thing. '

She didn't pay attention to the clown's expression, imagining like a fantasist what it would be like to become a sunflower if there was reincarnation, thinking about the sun when it was withering, and looking at the sun when it was ending.How romantic, she really turned into a girl Huaichun, she thought, and then snickered.

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled, withdrew one hand to cover her mouth, and used her body's instinctive habit. When she came to her senses, she found that these were so natural, or was she really a nobleman like Qian Shui said?It's just a matter of the previous life, and it's just the previous life, when I was a human being.

"I still feel happy if I can't chase it all my life~Natasha is also a strange person~" The clown moved his body, his tone was a little blunt and unnatural, I don't know if it was because he remembered something, or because her existence made him feel happy. I feel an eyesore.

She guessed, and when she was thinking about whether she needed to come back next time, she heard the clown say again, "Has Natasha heard of witches? ~ Poposili's witch hunting operation and ~~~~~Witch hunter~~~~~"

She wrinkled her nose, instinctively resisting the question.Is the witch not human?Isn't it human to have different powers?No flesh, no tears?Should one die to be a witch?

Natasha was disgusted, sick of people jumping to judgment, but ah, there was no way.Isn't that what humans are?Rejecting factors stronger than oneself, excluding all threats to the existence of oneself, hunting witches is only a part.

She pursed her lips, drew a straight line, and the expression on her face became serious. She was silent for a while before answering, "I know, Poposili is a cruel country, and its demise is natural, human power It is insignificant, death is just a road that must be passed, hope to go to heaven, God will bless them, Amen. '

She closed her mouth and drew a cross on her chest, praying hypocritically to the gods, unable to achieve all-round piety, let alone shallow water belief, such behavior is just a natural behavior of the body, probably because she also Believe in God.

The clown still raised his head, bent his arms to cover his eyes, and raised the arc of his mouth a little towards the granite ceiling, looking more innocent and less weird. He laughed with that extremely exaggerated expression. Laughter, "Diley~ still here~ my lady luck~"

He said some words she couldn't understand, and he said a name she didn't recognize, not hers, let alone Qianshui's.

He called Diley, he called... Diley.

Diley is...who?

Natasha felt familiar, as familiar with Diley as she was familiar with the name Shanlan, as if imprinted in her soul.

She has no memory of her death, but she remembers the name Diley, as if there is a shadow, small, with a vague face called 'Diley'.Very warm, very gentle, like... in love.

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