Hunter Fan - Snake

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The body suddenly became weak, and the disgusting nausea caused by the strong pressure. When the eyes were concentrated, the space control force shook for a moment, and they landed not far from the slaughter field.

Qianshui felt her feet were soft, and when her feet touched the ground, she felt vain for a while. She knelt down on the ground, sweat dripped down her delicate face, and it slid down her cheeks, making her black hair stick together, looking like she was soaked in water. The kelp in formalin is a strange metaphor.

But the picture in her mind now is so funny. When she turned around, she looked at the seat behind her, her lips twitched and whispered softly, "Corpse..."

There was nothing, no life except for the scorched branches and the dark red sky.Qian Shui withdrew his gaze, and the arc of the corner of his lips slipped a little, with a little irony, why is the corpse here?The corpse is just an ordinary cat, nothing will happen.

She looked straight ahead, and about a step to her side was the tall and tall Mr. Wojin. Can she catch up?I don't know how much time it took for Mr. Wojin to adapt to the vampire's body. I hope nothing happens to Mr. Wang.

Qian Shui turned his head and smiled at Wo Jin beside him, he floated up, his raised body and the hem of his skirt fluttered, crossed his hands in front of his chest, then waved it, and leaned forward.

Wo Jin glanced at the shallow water, and his delicate face looked very attractive without the overly obtrusive black thick-rimmed glasses. The strange-colored pupils exuded brilliance, golden red, reminiscent of an angel in the sky, with wings behind him.

The next second, they flew out, with a system different from that of ordinary people. Wo Jin formally understood in many ways what is the immortality of a vampire. The strength of the body has improved, and the ability to read can still be used, and the blood flow is faster than ordinary people. Much slower, these are prerequisites for becoming stronger.

He began to get excited, and resurrection from death would not cause any reaction from him, but being able to become stronger is a different concept. People in Meteor Street are not afraid of death. stronger.

If you are lucky, then death is your fate at the next moment. Meteor Street has no God, no gods, and some are just the idea of ​​cruel devouring and sacrificing everything.

He can't fly, no, it's not that he can't but there is no time for him to learn the somewhat difficult skill of 'flying'. Fortunately, in addition to 'flying', he has a lot of energy for running, and he can't fly in a short time. There will be blood repulsion phenomenon, which is what Qianshui told him, and he wrote it down.

The scenery on both sides receded rapidly, forming groups of blurred lines.Tonight's wind is northwesterly, and as a result, going against the wind requires more effort than usual.

Qianshui estimated the time. If the speed does not slow down, it will take another 5 minutes to arrive at the venue. Mr. Wojin's arm strength can destroy the thick wall and reduce the corridor distance by a few minutes.

She squinted her eyes and flew into the air, changing her body shape to reduce the resistance brought by the headwind so as to increase her speed.

The smell of charred charcoal was mixed with thick blood. Stopping in the shallow water, I looked up at the dilapidated buildings. The previous glory was gone, and all that remained were blackened stones.

The original magnificent decoration has become a useless burden, and there is only one way to melt under the flames.

Qian Shui looked at it, with eyes bent, with a sad but sacred expression, as if she was sitting and worshiping in an auditorium, she wanted to warn, for the people she loved, in order to be able to reach heaven.God the Father will forgive, and forgive her innocence under her repentance.

After being silent for a while, she turned her head and spoke to Wo Jin, who was following up beside her, with a soft and immature voice, and she said, "Mr. Wo Jin, please break the wall and force it through. Please hurry up."

After speaking, he turned sideways and took a few steps back.

Wojin didn't pause, and raised his hand forward, without intentionally controlling his strength, the splashed stone chips shot out and bounced on the ground.

Qianshui dodged in, rushed ahead, and didn't pay attention to whether Wojin was keeping up. There was a blank moment in his mind, and he felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart. It was the same emotion when he saw Mr. Hisoka again. Maybe it could be regarded as Women's sixth sense.She felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Stretching out his hand and pressing on his chest, it seemed that this kind of method could suppress the inexplicable fear.

The promenade is tortuous, throwing away the straight forward way, and shallow water subconsciously hides, instinctively reminding her that something is sprouting, in that place that can be called a dead end.

She breathed smoothly, allowing her body to adjust in the shortest possible time. The maintenance of space to suppress her nature has already consumed too much energy. Seeing the current trend, she can save as much as possible. As long as she can pass, it doesn't require many casualties. .

Qian Shui thought, her thoughts were kind, and her methods were more naive, simply thinking that she could get what she wanted without killing people.

"I know you're there, come out, you witch!" An angry voice came from around the corner, the voice still had a childish taste, but the tone was sharp, even cold.

But it was very familiar, it was Qianshui's nostalgic voice, it was a young girl who spoke, with long hair, black eyes, and dark brown eyes, she would look up at her, dancing softly.

Spiegel...

In such an instant, Qianshui began to be in a trance, recalling the campus life in that world, Ming Jing liked to dance, and his figure under the spotlight was so beautiful.

She would call sweetly, "Senior sister"; she would smile restrainedly, with two small dimples on her cheeks, very cute; she would act like a baby in her arms, and use innocent Look at her.

It's the mirror, but... really?

Qian Shui became suspicious, is this world really real?It was not a dream she had, a figure squatting on the steps of the auditorium, with dark brown eyes covered by overly long bangs, and the corners of her lips turned up, sweet and suitable.

The trance is a very short time, and the next moment she came back to her senses with a dignified expression.The appearance of Ming Jing created too many variables. She had to be with her husband in the shortest possible time, but Ming Jing appeared with absolute murderous intent.

If you can't avoid it, you will meet it head-on.This is what her brother told her. Her brother doesn't like cowardly people, so she can't be cowardly.

Qianshui straightened out the messy hem of the flying skirt, and the pure white dress became more docile, without any sense of mess.She walked out, her footsteps were as light as stepping on the tip of a knife, and she exhausted every step.

When she stood still, Wojin chased after her. She stretched out her hand in shallow water, and flames instantly appeared on the outstretched palm. The seemingly random wave actually caused the wall around her to melt and crack, and a huge hole appeared. Wojin spoke softly, with a smile on his face, gentle and comfortable, "Mr. Wojin, hurry up and get to my husband, and then my husband will be very happy."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and faced the figure at the end of the corridor, with a slender figure and delicate facial features. Ming Jing is really a bright mirror. What about Senior Sister?

She thought, and stopped five meters away from the end of the promenade. Her body was covered in flames, and her clothes changed. The same pure white was a different style. It was a modified Tang suit that is easy to see in China. The cuffs, the tie around the waist, and the long hem dragging on the gravel-strewn ground.

Qianshui tilted his head, squinted his strange-colored eyes, smiled peacefully at the girl in front of him, and felt a little annoyed. His expression was like that of an adult who had seen a long-lost relative. Of course, this was also a disguised form. Let's meet each other, she thought.

The young girl's brocade dress is slightly brighter in color, with blue silk tulle.When I saw the shallow water coming out, I was surprised for a moment, in my eyes.Soon the surprise that was almost pleasantly surprised disappeared, replaced by unspeakable anger, monstrous anger.

The girl's body was trembling, giving people the illusion of being swayed in the wind. She clenched her fists tightly, her arms dangling unnaturally on both sides of her body. She lowered her voice and whispered, "You are acting like a senior! You This witch! You devil! I will not forgive you, I will never forgive you! You killed uncle, aunt, senior and sister! It was you, the damned devil!!"

She opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief, and then the shock disappeared without a trace, what was left was that nameless feeling of depression, the corners of her lips curled up, the corners of her eyes curved, and the corners of her lips curved .

That's right, Ming Jing doesn't know, Ming Jing is very well-behaved, she likes someone, but... to kill her...

Suddenly Qianshui wanted to cry, using that ugly but real way of crying, crying loudly, this is a kind of sadness, unacceptable sadness, she wants to go to her husband, he is a good man, To accept a murderous demon like her, she will not be happy, and will not be forgiven.

Qian Shui wants to go to the auditorium, no matter where it is, she wants to run, drive her hair to fly in the air, shake off the shackles of gravity, and let her hair get out of control.

She wants to repent, and repent in front of God the Father, God the Father will listen carefully, it’s fine if she doesn’t get redeemed, as long as there is someone, she doesn’t ask for much, really not much.

Qian Shui felt her eyes sour, and the wet feeling made her have to raise her head to slightly stop the desire to overflow.Her eyes radiated golden-red light, which was unpredictable like the sea, sea water that changed color.

She raised her head, and vaguely saw half of the ruined ceiling, with gravel falling from time to time, removing the heavy smell of blood and faintly revealing the smell of reinforced concrete, so Qianshui began to cry, biting her lower lip, as if she had a deep hatred Focus on it.

Silent, yet convulsive crying.

The girl on the opposite side frowned, as if watching a drama, she let her cry without any interference, the transparent liquid refracted the dazzling light, glowing bright red.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the girl became impatient. She frowned, stared at Qianshui, and said in a bad tone, "Do you want to win sympathy? If I knew what would happen today, why would I kill so many people?" Suddenly the girl's expression was docile. Woke up, restrained all her claws and claws, trying to recall some good things, she said, "Senior is very good, she is the best moth senior I have ever seen, only senior does not dislike me and teaches me to dance , and let me know many, many things.”

After a pause, the girl looked in her direction with a ferocious expression, but more contempt and contempt, as if she was looking at ants on the ground, it was irrelevant, she continued, saying, "You killed senior sister, it was you! Even such a good senior was killed by you! What else is there to win sympathy for?! Dirty!"

With a flick of the girl's arm, a short blade slid into the palm of her hand, adjusted its head in the palm and placed it across her chest. It was made of silver and exuded the incense of rosewood.

There is no preparation time, the first element to hunt and kill prey is to be mindless, this is the first sentence her father said when teaching her, there is no need to think about anything other than killing, only killing the prey can stop .And she is so accurate now.

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