Hunter Fan - Snake

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What is Manjusawa?It was a color on the other side of the underworld, with a strong smell of blood.

Qianshui doesn't dislike Manjushahua, on the contrary, he likes it very much. He is very petite and has a little sadness at the same time.She likes the blue manjusawa, which sways in the wind and exudes an intoxicating fragrance, just like aged wine.

Qian Shui hates alcohol, but likes the strong and pure aroma of alcohol, just like many people don't like smoking, but like the smell of nicotine, it's a strange hobby, but it's not really a hobby, it can be said to be a quirk, a special quirk.

She needed to think of other things to distract her attention, struggling with the pain with all her strength, in order to maintain the division of space and teleport to the exact location.

She smiled, a gentle, warm smile.From time to time, he turned his head to look at Wojin who was standing beside him, and became the vampire's long-term companion.

Poposili is a cruel country. During the witch hunt, many women with supernatural powers were sentenced to death. It was not their fault, nor the fault of those women, so who was at fault?Father God will only watch, and then give certain favors to the most loyal believers, yes, she shouldn't doubt it, this is an unforgivable mistake.

She thought, clutching the hem of the skirt with both hands, and moving again at the first moment of landing, even with the huge Wo Jin beside her, this is a hard job, the strength itself is not enough, the blood is not enough, if there is no Maybiu Si's words may not be able to be teleported, but she should be thankful that the power of one time is still there.

Destination - the collection point of the scrap yard.

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The rooftop on the top floor is empty and uninhabited. From time to time, the wind blows over, frantically raising the hair, revealing a cross with equal arms. The length is equal to make it impossible to distinguish the right from the wrong, but the color is black, which is blasphemous.

What kind of expression would Qianshui have if he saw it?

Disappeared, no breath at all, like a UFO that disappeared out of thin air, reminding him of the first time we met, the figure that appeared in the blink of an eye, the curled up body, breathing smoothly but very cold, no temperature.

Kuroro walked slowly, as if walking in the afternoon without a trace of anxiety. He glanced at the concrete floor under his feet, and felt the tingling sensation even if he was wearing shoes on the raised places.

Laughing, he suddenly felt happy. The grief he felt when he knew Wo Jin's death was overshadowed by ecstasy. He thought of the prophecy, the prophecy poem of that delicate young lady.

An important part of the calendar is missing, and the forgotten month will be mourned with grandeur.

The golden red god of death in a white dress is coming, don't care to continue.

Under the music played by the band in mourning clothes, Shuang Yuejiang continued to walk steadily with his head hanging high.

The chrysanthemum withered and withered together with the leaves, lying beside the blood-stained red eyes.

Even if there are only half of the remaining partners, you still cannot shake your lofty status.

Enjoy the intermission, maybe it's time to start looking for a new partner,

If you want to start, go east, where you will definitely meet someone waiting for you.

Standing in front of the mesh railing, he stretched out his hand to outline the outline in the void, the soft lines, the length of the hair, the upward curvature of the corners of the lips, and the slender and fair neck, with just a few circles to draw a delicate face , with a smile on it, a gentle smile.

Kuroro took a few steps, leaned down in front of the portrait, and kissed the lips of Void.

It's not love, it's not kisses, those are useless confusing things, it's an inexplicable approach, and there are different emotions that are suddenly discovered, if you lose interest, you can always find a substitute.

Suddenly, Kuroro grabbed the anti-theft net in front of him with all his strength, without shaking or relaxing, just grasping.He tightened his strength, then relaxed.There was a tune on the roof, a very familiar and unusually high tune.

He withdrew his hand and slid naturally in the air. From a distance, he looked like a high-ranking conductor, singing all the good things with his life, including death.

Being targeted?It doesn't matter, just kill them, people on Meteor Street won't be so useless, if they can't survive, they will die.

What is the offal on hand?No one can compare to a companion, and the price to be paid for lacking one is huge, life for life!

Their belief is not in God, but in the weak and thin young man with the head of a spider—Krollo? Lu Xilu, the almighty emperor, belongs to the darkness.

They fought and killed in a gathering place full of people.

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Natasha opened her eyes to meet the eyes of the clown in front of her. The iron-gray color was like a pure sea, so dazzling that people had the illusion of sinking.

She squatted down, tilted her head to lean on her bent knees, and wrapped her hands around her shoulders in a lonely posture, and then she said, "Shanlan, can I tell you a story?"It's a story about a poet. '

Natasha spoke very casually, she closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth when she was tired, portraying a beautiful angle, and before Hisoka could answer, she began to talk to herself, exaggerating with inexplicable sadness.

She said, 'Once upon a time there was a kingdom, and the supreme ruler of the kingdom was an incomparably beautiful queen. She had a rose-like character and a beauty that was more gorgeous than roses.

Once upon a time, there was a bard, he traveled all over the mountains, rivers, and small towns and small countries that he had never heard of. He was a talented bard, and his lines were unparalleled.

One day the beautiful queen found out, and ordered to find the poet and ask him to present the most beautiful lines.So the soldiers found him in a remote country.

The poet was brought before the queen, Shanlan, do you know what the queen asked? '

Natasha chuckled, her voice was silvery and melodious, she still closed her eyes as if she didn't know the surrounding environment, the surrounding garbage can be turned into golden utensils, and the stone chips falling on the ground are those seemingly small petals.

She could ignore many things with her eyes closed, and she also ignored the expression of the clown.

Hisoka raised his lips weirdly with a half-smile, the movement of playing cards in his hands slowed down, and finally stopped completely. I don't know if it was Natasha's words that aroused his interest, or because other external factors made him not want to continue, Anyway, it just stopped, and the backhand waved the poker cards, causing an uproar and a commotion.

Natasha didn't seem to hear it, she smiled, her voice had an unknown emotion, she said, 'The queen asked him, who is the most beautiful in the world?The queen at that time was very powerful and beautiful, with unrivaled power and authority.But the poet answered frankly, in my world, Her Majesty the Queen is the second most beautiful.

Then the poet said that withered flowers are the most beautiful, because they are phantoms called reminiscences, which will never decay and bloom in the garden with your eyes. Even if it is a noble and beautiful rose, when it is still a flower, it will last forever Not on the withered flowers.

After hearing this, the queen was furious. She felt that the poet had insulted her, so she put down her words and sentenced to death.In the end, the poet died and wrote a poem the night before the execution, and the guards heard it and passed it down.

The poet's name seems to be - Ballad. '

Hisoka stood up, not paying attention to the dust and dirt on his body, turned around and walked towards the door.His expression was as usual, but there was light in his iron-gray eyes, which was bitingly cold.

Natasha was still squatting, with her head tilted and her knees curled up, her eyes closed and a smile was drawn on the corners of her lips, which was very desolate.

A voice came from outside the scrap yard, a sentence with a long ending, so many symbols, how strange it sounds, it said, "The queen of Poposili is dead~~~ Even if she is still alive, she will not become a wither The rose~~~~~What is Natasha trying to explain?~~~~~~~~~”

Turning around, stopping, and standing with one hand on hips, Hisoka tapped his lips with his finger, there were no playing cards on it, just a simple tap, with a smile on his lips, a half-smile but an extremely weird one.

Natasha straightened up suddenly, stood up, and when she opened her eyes, she looked at the clown who was not far away, her expression was so flamboyant, perverse and unscrupulous.

She started to laugh loudly, and rushed towards the door at an extremely fast speed, floating in front of the clown, reaching out her arms to wrap her arms around the sturdy neck, without touching it, just embracing it.

She said, "It's nothing, I remembered it, so I want to tell you, this is the story of Poposili, that poet is really stupid, if it were me, I would definitely put self-preservation first, even my life would be lost." What is left? '

Natasha squinted her eyes and raised her head to face the most hated night. What she said was arrogant, but no one could refute it.

This is a story, a story that happened a long time ago, the poet who died was a genius, wrote many, many lines, and died in a country where a queen was more beautiful than roses.

The poet's name is - Ballad.

the queen is called...

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Hisoka ran wildly all the way, and he still had to participate in group actions. As a clown entertaining the audience, he couldn't do without excellent acting skills.

He thought, standing still on the roof not far from the flames of war, he could feel the unstable floating in the air without paying attention behind him, that was the proof of the goddess.

He squinted and looked at the fire not far away, screaming and crying mixed with unusual, the sound was loud and disturbing, but he smiled, raging with absolute blood.

He imagined the dance party afterward, rendering oil paintings with beautiful colors, what would the patterns on them look like?What will Kurolo do?

Thinking about it, thinking about it, he laughed, a crazy laugh, a kind of body trembling but extremely suppressed smile.

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Turn on the light, and a beam of light shines on the center of the stage. Behind the dark red curtain, there is a person standing on it. He has a thin body, a handsome face, and a smile that seems to be not a smile on his lips, mixed with three points of innocence. Seven points cruel.

The bandage on the forehead was removed to reveal the equal-armed cross, and the pitch-black color overflowed with the purpose of rebelling against the gods.

God, God, does not exist, whoever believes in me has eternal life.It's all ridiculous.

Calculating the time, Kuroro stood in the center of the stage, the lights dimmed for a moment, as if waiting for the supreme guest to come.

The door opened, and the figures that appeared were one tall and one short, but they could not be underestimated.The imposing manner that rushed to the face overwhelmingly overwhelmed all auras.

He blinked, thinking about the time needed, he must get useful information before the commission is over, the secret of beating the enemy's family is not impenetrable, but the killer is always the killer, and the goal is to kill with one blow.

The immediate solution - devious tactics.

Kuroro raised his right hand, the palm facing upwards was faintly glowing purple-red gas, which gradually condensed and formed a solid book, thick and reminiscent of the monuments he often read.

The old man is supporting, the man is the main attacker, the coordination is much better than that of the underdogs, and being able to become a family of killers is not in vain.

Kuroro squinted his eyes, and instantly used Concentration. When observing, he stretched out his left hand, and the huge cloak that appeared out of thin air covered most of the opponent's sight.

The old man and the man retreat at the same time. To a certain extent, experience is not much better than those who have experienced many battles, but exaggeration is not the same. Experienced people will not make the first move before they figure out the opponent's moves. It is speculative observation.Just like he did before.

The reaction of the old man and the man was expected, Kuroro raised the corners of his lips, at an angle of fifteen centimeters, half a smile was not a smile.

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