Hunter Fan - Snake

10

They walked very slowly, advancing with neither anxious nor impatient steps, shallow water behind, one step away, Kuroro in front, hands in pockets, head lowered, dark pupils scanning the surroundings, as if Looking for something, and it seems that I don't care about anything.

They walked out of the town and entered the chaotic pile of rocks. The crowd gradually became thinner, only a few scattered scattered, and finally the whole emptiness.

The rocks are khaki, and they are staggered in different positions. The walking route is shallow and the water is unknown. She smiled and followed behind Kuroro, squinting and bending the corners of her eyes to stare at Kuroro's slender back. The white shirt was not tucked into the trousers, and the hem of the clothes swayed, following the wind and the movement.

She laughed more intensely, humming a tune, there were no lyrics but only syllables, silent, but it sounded so soft when she listened carefully.

When Kuroro stopped, she closed her mouth, the broken syllable.

Through the white shirt, she saw the cliff that cut off the road, which is a hill, with a height of 50 meters.

50 meters, if you measure the length, it’s not too long, it’s really not long, but if you measure the height, it’s so high, it’s so high that people feel fear, the fear of life being threatened.

Qian Shui smiled slightly, pursing the corners of his lips and curling up, sitting in a 45-degree seat.She moved her eyes away, facing Kuroro who turned to look at her, stretched out her hands to gather her straw-like hair, and she smiled brightly.

Kuroro stepped forward and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug her body, bent down, and formed a hug with very light force.He rested his chin on her thin shoulders, his drooping bangs were longer than his eyes, and the corners of his exposed lips were angled, a fifteen-centimeter kind of half-smile.

The slender fingers around his waist went down, and when he found the scarred hands, his fingers intertwined. Kuroro smiled happily, just like the kind of happiness emanating from the bottom of his heart. He held shallow water hands and rubbed them The uneven traces seem to have discovered something interesting, which is a joy with strong interest.

Their necks were entangled, like beasts clinging to each other, licking each other's wounds. Kuroro felt the body in his arms was too stiff and tense, and his muscles were stretched to the straightest state. He frowned.

The lower jaw did not move, he held the shallow water hand, and slowly stroked the stiff back with the free hand, the thin and shriveled back.

He said, using a whispering voice, with temptation and bewitchment, "Jump down, and everything will end." As he spoke, the movements of his hands remained unchanged, as if comforting a crying child who was about to choke. It's so friendly.

He was talking, and she was listening, closing her eyes and listening quietly, as if she was listening to a lullaby her mother hummed when she was young, and she was lulled to sleep one by one.

Qianshui closed his eyes, and the blue-black meridians were intertwined on the shallow eyelids, like a spider's web, very dense and dense.I don't know what she was thinking, I couldn't see what she was thinking, and then she nodded gently.

They are falling, falling down the hill with a height of 50 meters behind them. The wind enters through the collar and comes out from the long sleeves. The hair is flying like snakes, and the plan is very beautiful line.

Black hair, dry hair like a straw pole, tangled and blended, they were still hugging when they fell, Kuroro's hand was on her waist, ambiguous like the intimacy between lovers.

Suddenly, Qianshui opened her eyes, and the pupils contracted. After the violent expansion and contraction, she struggled hard, but quickly calmed down again. She felt scared.

It's scary, it's scary to die.She thought, the hands around her waist were tightly hugged, it was the kind of force she couldn't break free from, she saw the god of death, the god of death waving the scythe, she squinted her eyes and looked at the mounds of dirt that flew quickly, and the piles of stones were strewn across the ground. A piece of land, dark yellow, cracked like a dry river bed.

She watched, biting her lip as if trying to suppress the fear she felt, she didn't know why she needed to do it, and maybe she did.

She felt her heart beating extremely fast, she had experienced this feeling before, there was a voice in her heart, it was very soft at first, but very loud at the end.

It speaks, cries, resists.

It said, don't want to die!

Her time, her time can't stop here, she still has a lot of things to do, she still has a lot of wishes to fulfill, she can't die here, can't, can't.cannot!

But she likes Mr. Kurolo? Luxilu, just like him.She hugged Kuroro's body with her backhand, and made the same posture, with her necks overlapping.

She felt that Kuroro's breathing was very slow, as if falling asleep without ups and downs. She suddenly raised her head, wanting to see Kuroro's face, which was handsome but elegant.

Kuroro has a face that attracts bees and butterflies, not to mention the delicate features, but also has that poppy-like charm. She wants to see Kuroro's stagnant eyes, which are dark and show lifelessness.

Maybe, she thought, she was really dying.It turns out that all God the Father will see when it will end and when it will be reborn. There is no redemption, only death.

She felt very at ease, and she was very at ease when she was by her side, very much.

She hugged Kuroro's body with her backhand, and tugged at his flying clothes.

Is this martyrdom?She laughed sullenly, but she and her husband are not lovers, what a strange idea.

She thought, her body was so stiff that she couldn't control it, she felt depressed, she couldn't accept death calmly like Kuroro, this result made her feel very depressed.

But this depression didn't last long. When she fell to the ground, she felt lifted up by a force, like drowning, and she would float if she stood still.

She felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the mouth and nose were filled with salty liquid. She was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, so she waved her arms and grabbed Kuroro's hand to pick something soft. She smelled it for a moment, no, It didn't smell, it tasted, heavy rust.

Qianshui opened his eyes, and saw Kuroro's body above, lifted by the water, moving erratically above his head, they were very close, so close that he could see her shadow in his eyes, it was not good-looking face, ugly hair, even weirder eyes.

It was clearly light yellow, but it had black, deep black that came from nowhere.

She saw Kuroro's face enlarged infinitely, and there was a touch on her lips, so soft that she didn't know what to use to describe it.She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and saw the sparkling water surface through Kuroro's face, reflecting the dazzling brilliance, a very warm illusion.

At the moment when the oxygen rushed into her lungs, she breathed air, away from the oppressive feeling of water pressure, she felt relaxed, her throat felt itchy, so she coughed, coughing violently.

The tears of coughing still couldn't stop, her vision was blurred, and someone gently stroked her back, which was very light and comfortable.

Qian Shui felt better, raised his head, and rubbed his eyes.The hair was wet and sticky, sticking to the unattractive face, like the leaves on the watermelon rind, it was ugly.

The clothes were wet, sticking to her body and outlining her figure, so shriveled that people couldn't feel desire.The wound on it can be vaguely seen, it is a brand mark, proof of rebellion against God.

She's not dead, she's alive, and the Father is angry, absolutely angry.

She felt cold, and her body trembled, but she still couldn't feel any warmth in her frustrated arms.

Kuroro pointed his finger at the corner of his mouth, watching the shivering shallow water finally let go of his hand, something flashed in his dark eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He stepped forward to pick her up, and when he got to the river, he took out a dry towel from somewhere and wrapped her around her.He stared at Qianshui's unattractive face, as if he was admiring a work of art, his eyes were comfortable but extremely profound.

Kuroro helped her smooth the hair sticking to her face behind her ears, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips, with a half-smile that was not a smile at fifteen degrees.

She caught a glimpse of that smile, her eyes were blank and she began to think wildly, very beautiful, very beautiful eyes.She thought about it, and then began to envy, with pure jealousy.

Then I repented in my heart and refuted, this is not good, how vicious she is, how can she have such a mentality of jealousy.

"Miss has become a drowned chicken~ So does the leader~ Jump down with Miss, she will be scared~ You must know that she didn't read it~" A cheerful voice came from the top of the head, and Qianshui knew that it was a knight gentlemen.

She raised her head to retract her thoughts, and smiled at the knight who bent down with a bright and sunny expression on his face, at a 45-degree angle, which was accurate.She said, "It's great that Mr. Knight is here. Today's dessert is apple pie, which is very sweet. Mr. Knight should like it, right?"

She tilted her head and said it innocently. Of course, she didn't forget that Mr. Knight hates things that are too sticky on purpose. She just didn't remember it for a while. Really, after all, she hasn't seen Mr. Knight for a long time .

The knight exaggerated his face all of a sudden, and the look of wanting to cry without tears made her laugh. She covered her lips and pursed her lips into a chuckle. She tightened the dry towel wrapped around her body, and turned her head to look at Kuro in a good mood. Luo's direction, "Sir, is Mr. Wojin okay? Why didn't you see him?"

The chivalrous man moved his ears, leaned closer to the shallow water, his expression instantly returned to normal, and seeing that Kuroro didn't mean to answer, he interjected, "I just came too~ The little miss is biased~ Why do you only care about Wo Jin, be careful of the leader Jealous~"

Kuroro glanced at the knight, turned his head to face the dazed and embarrassed Qianshui, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Wojin and the others will arrive in a few days, they will meet up and have a mission."

She nodded as she knew, grabbed a dry bath towel and stood up, looked around, the bushes were overgrown, and there were no other plants except thorns in the desolate place, she was stunned, "Sir, where are we going?"

Kuroro stepped forward to hold her hand, intertwining his fingers, ignoring the weird voice of the knight next to him. He moved forward with a three-point innocence and seven-point raging arc, his eyes were dark and lifeless, and he replied, " Gathering place - Da Luo Pagoda, and..." He stopped, turned his head and half-closed his eyes to stare at her ugly face, his eyes were focused, and gradually saw the blush on her face, the smile became bigger and bigger, he Say, "Also, Qianshui, I'm in love with you."

Qianshui became sluggish, thinking as if she didn't want to think about herself, trying desperately to turn it but it was useless, she felt incredible, very incredible.

She heard him say, shallow water, I'm in love with you.

He said, shallow water, I fell in love with you!

Sir, Mr. Kuroro Luxilu, sir is Kurolo Luxilu, she thought, and then came back to her senses, she smiled softly, like the expression embedded in her heart, the corners of her eyes were curved, her lips Angled, she said, "I like Mr. too, I like it very much."

The hand he was holding was very cold, relatively cold, and his fingers were intertwined.

The knight fell behind, looked at the two tall and short figures walking in front, lowered his eyes, fiddled with the mobile phone in his hand, flipped the complicated pattern quickly, and held it tightly.Put it in the pocket, the sunshine of his smile, without a trace of shadow.

The hunt has begun, prepare to close the net, and pull up when the prey is struggling.

Hush, listen, that's singing, and guess what, heaven?Or hell?

The shallow water saw red, that kind of bright red color, on Kuroro's white shirt, maybe because of the relationship of being soaked in the water, it faded away, like a blooming flower.

With some strength in her clenched hand, Kuroro turned his head, his eyes were dark.

Qianshui shook her head and smiled sarcastically, but under Kuroro's gaze, she lowered her lips and lowered her head, saying sorry.

"Sorry……"

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