Hunter Fan - Snake

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The twisted and slender body is milky white in color, and every time it squirms, it will drag out a long strip of transparent liquid, as viscous as sugar melted into water.

They crawled, they shrunk, looking for a place to parasitize on the lumps of meat, the rotten smell, the disgusting smell, and the dark red and yellowish blood flowing on it, like a river A dyed river.

Those were two rotting corpses that were nearly dried out. From time to time, flies emerged from their eggs, flying across the smelly air, buzzing and buzzing.

Standing not far away is a figure, according to the posture of the back, it is a petite girl, with her head bowed down, her long bangs are constantly swaying in the flowing wind, occasionally revealing her lips that cannot be regarded as very good-looking. Curved curves, a smile on the corner of the mouth.

The strong wind picked up, blowing her hair, revealing the pupils of different colors, the left eye is deep black, and the right one is...golden red, which glows.

The girl squatted down, using a very careful posture, her knees were close together, her chin was tightly against her knees, her lips were tightly pursed to draw a nice arc, she had a smile, very shallow and very faint, that kind of look It looks very comfortable and harmonious lines.

She tilted her head, her bangs were parted along her forehead, and she could see the glowing pupils, the corners of her eyes were curved, and the corners of her lips were curved.She smiled and stretched out her hand to caress the dry and decayed corpse, slowly as if caressing a beloved lover, and as gentle as kissing the back of her own hand.Her movements are very slow, as slow as the slow motion of a video tape pressing the pause button.

Then she laughed idiotically, the thin voice had a gentle meaning, a touch of happiness, the princess was redeemed, and the moment the prince approached, she got eternity.

Live happily ever after.

Live happily ever after.

Live happily ever after...

In dreams, given dreams, exchanged for blood.

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Qianshui curled up, her immobile body made her feel disgusted, her eyes were clear, and the waves were calm.Concentrating on making her vision clear, she turned her head and looked at the man in fur shorts lying beside her, frowning on the rough outline, as if enduring great pain.

She looked at him without moving her eyes anymore, trying to find a trace of fear on the man's face, but in the end it ended in failure. Suppress the instinctive deprivation in a short period of time, and will not pay attention to the pain that makes people die.

She felt very painful, very painful, but at the same time, she was also used to suppressing the pain, gritting her teeth, and holding back her voice, as if the pain could become lighter and lighter with the passage of time.

The clenched hands had sunk into the palms, and she could faintly feel the speed of the blood rushing through the blood vessels, one by one, bursting out with a frequency that was familiar to her.

She looked at the man's face, and tried not to care about the throbbing blood vessels on the wheat-colored neck. There was a kind of stickiness in the air that could drive her crazy. She remembered the snacks she ate when she was a child, which were candies. Yes, at that time, my brother would secretly leave a few for her, and she carefully hid it from her father, because his father didn't like her eating sweets, and she would feel thirsty, an unstoppable hunger and thirst.

She hid it well, put it in the pillow next to the bed, touched the raised place when she slept at night, imagined the taste of candy through the thin pillowcase, it was sweet, very sweet and greasy.

When I grow up a little bit, my brother starts to believe in the Father God, and he will smile at her brightly and brightly. The warmth makes her feel happy, and she wants to protect and keep that kind of pure happiness.

She looked at the man's face, her eyes slowly descended and moved down, and finally fixed on the somewhat thick neck, swallowing her saliva and biting her wrist tremblingly, the bloody smell entered her mouth before she let out a breath.

It doesn't matter that way, and there won't be any side effects when Mr. Wo Jin wakes up, as long as it takes a while.

She thought, deepening the strength of her teeth, devouring her own blood to stop the overly heart-loving itching, her throat was very thirsty, very thirsty.

She bit her wrist and did not let go, staring at the man's slightly thick neck, her nostrils fluttered a few times to sniff the sweet fragrance in the air.

All these reminded her of her father, the father who was always serious and prudent, the father who was gentle and refined but also sanctimonious, who liked to tell her some words that even she didn't understand with a compassionate look, and then told her that all these It is the rule she must abide by, the necessity of survival.

The mother would stand behind her father, leaning on her father's chest with a look of disdain and disdain, and she could only stare at the toes of the shoes with her head down.

At that time, she had an urge to rush up and bite, and then she woke up instantly, her pupils constricted.

How did that happen?My brother would not allow it, and betrayed the belief of the Father God in that moment. She is a believer, and she will be redeemed if she lives under the light of the Father God, and her brother told her so.

She firmly believes that as long as she believes, she can be saved, even if it is... the devil.

She recalled all the past, stared at the neck of the man beside her, moved her wrist and licked her lips, making her lips moist.

Slowly she moved her seat, and unconsciously approached the source that made her go crazy, lowered her head and opened her mouth in the consciousness of not falling asleep. When she was close to her, she was resisting, resisting her own instinct, she was a devil, They suck blood for a living but don't want to have the ability to make people die, in order to be able to live, in order not to be thirsty to death.

She thought of her father's face, which was so handsome and inhuman, that even at the moment of death, he could maintain a gentle smile that never faded.She thought of the blood at that time, it was as warm as in her own body, so sweet that she didn't want to let go.

No, sir cares about Mr. Wojin, so be patient, or you will be hated by him.

There are very few things she can do. Most of the time, it is the husband who makes the decision. Sir, he is a very warm person.

As she thought about it, she retracted her body vigorously, curling up even more sharply, her brows were furrowed.She wants to help Mr., even if she knows Mr. Kurolo? Luxilu still wants to help Mr. She doesn't want to see people die, even Mr. Wojin is the same, brother will be happy, Father God is watching in heaven, will Tell her brother that her decision was the right one.

She stopped thinking, concentrated on resisting the pain in her body, and did not collect blood for a long time, which was still too much for Qian Shui, who was a vampire princess. Her whole body twitched, and she opened her mouth to bite her unrecognizable wrist again.

Her expression was serene, as if she was giving a warning in an auditorium, her half-closed eyes and long eyelashes looked like two trembling black wings.

She stretched out her tangled expression, letting her body relax and then relax, trying to use this method to resist the piercing pain, she closed her eyes, waiting for the darkness to come. Miss Natsha's most hated darkness.

After closing her eyes, she began to think about Natasha, wondering if Natasha would be hungry, and if the husband couldn't see her, would it be boring?Then I suddenly woke up, not everyone can't hear Miss Natasha's voice, and Mr. Hisoka's, Mr. Hisoka will not let Miss Natasha be wronged, they are very good.

As she thought about it, she heard a small jjj from the man beside her, which seemed to be a whimper, but she knew it wasn't.She laughed, a comfortable smile all over her body.

Mr. Wojin is about to wake up, but will he blame her?Self-assessment turned him into a vampire. Although he is not restricted, it is still very troublesome. Mr. Wo Jin is not a person who likes trouble, will he be scolded?

She worried. What if Mr. Woking was not happy?

She thought a lot, so much that the man woke up and sat up without realizing it. He still curled up with his eyes closed and stretched his muscles, thinking about those superfluous things repeatedly in his head.

The man sat up straight, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his eyes were still a little distracted, and it didn't take long for him to recover and found the breath around him, not particularly familiar but not an enemy, he turned his head sideways and looked at the ground curled up like sleeping A girl in bed, her thin body was trembling faintly, he grinned and asked, "Where is this?"

It was an arrogant tone unique to men, and it didn't bring the sense of relief of being resurrected from the dead at all. No, maybe there was a little surprise, but generally speaking, there was nothing special about it.

She opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes were curved, the corners of her lips were curved, and she smiled so softly. She sat up with strong support on her hands and straightened her messy hair. She replied with a tender and soft voice , "It's a very safe place. Mr. Wojin will rest here first. Is there any discomfort in your body? Do you feel thirsty or uncomfortable?"

In the end, she seemed a little hasty, impatiently asking about the man's physical condition, there are many things that need to be adjusted, and there are also many things that need to be adapted to. Let Mr. Wo Jin restore his original strength.

Becoming a vampire does not change much in essence. There will be a certain improvement in strength or ability. Mr. Wojin should be happy, but he needs human blood to maintain his life. Without the external assistance of Mebius, Mr. Wojin will definitely more difficult to control.

She thought for a while, and looked at the bite mark on her wrist, she could see the bone deep but didn't feel pain.Compared with the tingling pain in her body, she could no longer feel such a weak pain, and the long-term pain made her gradually get used to it, and she became numb.

The man twisted his neck, his bones made a caracal sound, he clenched his fist again, and nodded when he realized that there was no discomfort, "It's no different. I'm going out."

She was a little flustered, swaying in the air with her hands and feet in disorder, with a helpless expression on her face, she shook her head and said, "I can't go out now, Mr. Wojin still needs time to adjust his body, and Mr. Wojin is different from before. Don't be so reckless, if something goes wrong, you will die!"

The man obviously ignored her plan and stood up to find the exit.

She intensified her tone, even though she threatened death, she still couldn't stop the man from moving. She grabbed his arm, and she said even harder, "I'm really going to die! Mr. Wojin doesn't want to go back to Mr. By your side? You’re really going to die!”

She repeated, noticing that the man's body stiffened and stopped, she breathed a sigh of relief, collected herself and continued, "Mr. Wojin is a vampire now, and the blood of the vampire girl and Mr. Wojin's own blood have not yet fully fused, so Mr. Wojin would be easily killed by the Witch Hunter if the son went out, as I mentioned before, if you die, you will lose everything, wouldn’t Mr. Wojin be so stupid, wouldn’t you?”

She asked cautiously, fearing that the man would behave unexpectedly, she used every word extremely cautiously. After she finished speaking, she looked up at the man's rough face, and felt relieved that there were no symptoms before the outbreak.

Pulling the man's arm, she took him to the side and sat down a little distance away, with her knees bent, she stretched her arms up, and she looked at the man's side face with a forbearing expression, "Mr. Wojin doesn't need it." Worrying, it doesn’t take too long, but it’s necessary, after resting here for a while, I’ll be able to see my husband, and my husband will be very happy, after all, Mr. Wojin is not dead, it’s great.”

She smiled to herself, with a gentle expression, as if she could see light in this dim place with no colors other than black and red, hazy like...a messenger.

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