Hunter Fan - Snake

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Qianshui likes meteors, the meteors that fly by in the very dark and bright night sky, dragging a very long tail, bright and dazzling, eye-catching and gorgeous.

Many times she would say something to the flickering light, and repeat three times but could not realize the wish in the end, such as father's support, mother's affinity, etc. Of course, the most important thing is brother, if brother She has always been like that at that time, if the time of the brother stopped, if the brother looked at her while believing in the gods, she would be very happy and very happy.

In his dark consciousness, Qianshui had a dream about his brother, about his father and mother, Ming Jing was still so cute, and would timidly call her senior sister, and finally, sir...

A long time ago, Qianshui would think about what kind of place Meteor Street is and what kind of world her husband lives in. She knows that bloody massacres are inevitable, and she hates the smell of rust that is too strong, but she still wants to I know, I really want to.

When she woke up, Kuroro was sitting next to her, sitting on a mound full of rubbish, exuding an ugly smell, and those maggots that wriggled and dragged out a long section of viscous transparent liquid, which was extremely disgusting.

Qianshui's eyes widened, and he stared at Kuroro's side face with his head squinted. The soft lines and handsome outline were like...God.

She suddenly wanted to worship, knelt on the ground to offer the highest faith, there was no light, no sound, even the air seemed to stop, what a sacred existence, she thought, then closed her eyes again and fell asleep .

Kuroro flipped through the book in his hand, and the pages of paper had a musty smell as his fingers rolled them, a very nasty smell.

He moved his body and sat more comfortably. In an instant, the surroundings seemed to have changed seats. He was in the palace at the end of the [-]th century, with prosperous decorations and extravagant luxury.

It would be even better if there was wine on hand, he would take a couple of sips, taste it, wine, botrytized wine.

After a long time, Qianshui came to his senses, sat up and hugged his knees, humming a song, looked at the sky above his head, it was gray with no stars and no moonlight, it was the sky of Meteor Street, as if it would be the next moment It will start to rain dreary.

She was humming, waiting for Kuroro to close the book, put the book under her arm and stretched out her hand, she handed it over with a smile, the same cold temperature seemed strangely warm, she clenched it tightly and pulled it up.She was standing by the way.

She was taken to an open space, and in front of her was a building that appeared at an unknown time. The degree of inclination gave people the illusion that it would collapse at any time. She looked at Kuroro and introduced to her that this was where she wanted to live.

Qianshui didn't quite understand, she was confused, she couldn't figure out what Kurolo was thinking, or maybe it wasn't that she couldn't guess, but she didn't want to admit it, it was cruel, it belonged to Kurolo? Lu Xilu's cruel gentleness, sure enough ...Mr. is a good man.

She spent the night in the building, and was surprised to find that although it didn't look like much on the outside, it was well-equipped inside and didn't lack anything.Even the food is well stocked and very fresh.

After making breakfast, she kneaded the flour in the kitchen to make a cake and whipped cream for dessert.When she took it out of the oven, she tasted it. It was very sweet and greasy, like melted sugar water, with a bitter taste on the tip of her tongue.

She smiled, put it into the lunch box at an angle of 45 centimeters, closed the lid and went out of the kitchen to see Kuroro standing at the door.She rolled her eyes and smiled softly, "Where are you going, sir? I made dessert. Do you need to bring some?"

Kuroro opened the door and walked to the door with a smile that was not a smile. He reached out and rubbed his upper lip, his hands were prickly, his eyes were dark, and he said, "No, let's go out together today. We are going to a place and do something that must be done. It's something. Bring dessert, it's not good to be hungry."

After speaking, walk out, using the speed she can keep up with.

Qian Shui paused, and quickly followed, the lunch box bag in his hand shook.

They walked for a long distance, the streets were full of corpses, and they fought desperately, from stealing, rape, to murder, the crowd gradually decreased, and along the winding road that could not be called a road, they When I came to the mound at the beginning, the mound was full of rubbish, and the eyes were full of body residues. It was there at the beginning, but she didn't pay attention, didn't want to pay attention, and couldn't pay attention.

Kuroro stood in the seat, directly in front of the mound, turned around and smiled at the shallow water, with a curve of fifteen centimeters and a beautiful lip line, he beckoned her to pass.

Qian Shui saw the light at that moment, it was the guidance of the Father God, she moved forward, striding forward, unable to control her body as if she had been bewitched, she walked up to Kurolo, and looked at Kurolo obsessively Luo Junmei's handsome face, dark black eyes half closed, unfathomable reflections of her unattractive appearance, freckles, withered yellow hair, and uncontrollable light yellow eyes, very ugly.

She stretched out her hand and stroked his eyebrows, slender and winding, slid along the bridge of the nose, past the corners of the eyes to the corners of the lips that raised fifteen centimeters, she stood on tiptoe and straightened her neck, she was kissing, doing what she once wanted The act of doing, with the allegiance that has been seduced.

In the next second, she began to fall, falling without buoyancy, thoughts, and protection.

Kuroro withdrew his hand that was pushed out, and took a few more steps downwards to meet the light yellow eyes that had not been closed even though he had fallen. The insides were black, deep black.

He smiled, gentle and refined like a gentleman, and opened his mouth to speak silently, three words.

Qian Shui watched his mouth open and close, suddenly understood something, loosened the teeth biting his lip, and smiled back.She nodded vigorously, as if she had received a steadfast promise.

She was flying, An Xin closed her eyes and flew, the hem of her clothes rattled, and she changed her posture in the air and hit the ground. The excessive impact made her curl up all over her body, nestled on the ground and twitched convulsively. A dying dog.

She heard footsteps, a lot of them, and opened her eyes with difficulty. She saw a crowd of disheveled clothes, very tattered clothes, and a strong rotten smell from their bodies, which made people sick.

Qianshui felt her stomach churning, and the helpless churning made her feel very uncomfortable. She tried her best to restrain her trembling and stood up. The surging crowd on the opposite side faced the man standing on the mound watching like a god. male.

She took a deep breath, and when she relaxed she laughed, weeping, with a salty taste, not her favorite taste.

She was crying very hard, as if she wanted to drain all the tears, it was painful to wash her face, accompanied by the oncoming gust of wind, it was so painful that she couldn't breathe, and the painful heart seemed to stop beating.

Qian Shui pressed the seat of her heart, as if proving the frequency of the pulsation, she relaxed her eyebrows, and smiled with the corners of her eyes bent, 45 degrees, with perfect precision.

The crowd stirred, their steps frivolous but rhythmic, like a man waiting for his prey, waiting for her to dry up.

There was a moment of stillness, and the crowd rioted. When they rushed towards her, there was no sound in their mouths. The silence was like a funeral, entering j□j amidst soundless mourning.

She thought of a long time ago, when the shoes her brother bought for her were found by her mother, at that time she lowered her head and stared at the ground under her feet, it was wooden, counting the annual rings on it and waiting for the reprimand to end, thinking in her mind What my brother said, he said that he will take her to the amusement park later, where there are wooden horses she likes and many beautiful neon lights.

When she came back to her senses, there were dilapidated and unrecognizable shoes in front of her. The beautiful white was dyed black, and the torn hole could not be mended. It was the first gift her brother gave her. Hers is pure white, beautiful white.

She is dancing, her body is facing any attack with an extremely soft posture, wounds appear on her body, covered with helpless and twisted marks, red blood is overflowing, staining her white shirt is very beautiful, like It is the rhododendron blooming.

Dodging the blade that appeared on the lower left side, turned her body away from the track but was hindered by the sudden force that appeared from the right rear, and staggered a bit. She raised her head, and there was blood on her forehead. She was still crying, crying very hard but without the slightest sound. .

Wheel battles are not common in Meteor Street, there is no trust in Meteor Street, and there is nothing but life, but Qianshui thinks this is a paradise, a paradise that makes people nostalgic.

She doesn't shoot, doesn't kill anyone, she just evades but reaches the limit.Kuroro looked down from the mound, frowning, as if he was enduring a certain emotion, but he seemed dissatisfied with the status quo.

The dark black eyes shone unpredictably, but they couldn't figure out what it was, which was unimaginable.

The shallow water seems to be dancing, spinning and drawing beautiful lines on the ground. Every time, it can avoid attacks with excellent lines, but it does not fight back, kill people, and see no blood.

In the end she fell down, among the crowd of spreading desire, with tears on her face, but the corners of her mouth were raised, as if she had experienced a very happy thing.

Kuroro closed his eyelids, thought for a while and jumped down from the mound, raised his hands and dropped his hands, and quickly eliminated those greedy people. He survived Meteor Street, of course he knew what they were thinking .

Killing is only a blink of an eye, as long as it is not your own, there is no fear.Because they don't know each other, they can be killed at will. Anyway, they don't know each other, don't they?

He laughed as he thought about it, with contemptuous ridicule, he knelt down and picked up the shallow water, and brushed her flying hair, which was as dry as a straw that had been dehydrated.

"Isn't it still okay?" Looking at her ugly face, Kuroro murmured in a low voice.

Standing, turning around, walking, holding the shallow water in your hands as if you have slept, it is very fragrant and sweet.

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Qianshui had a nightmare. In the dream, many monsters appeared. They chased after her and tried to bite her body. She ran hard, but she couldn't get out of the original place. The monsters are gradually approaching.

She felt very frightened, and the excessive fear caused her to fall unsteadily on her feet. There was a painful, painful touch on her hands, and the ground was cool and damp. The water overhead shone with a dazzling light.

She waved her limbs vigorously, trying to expel the liquid that made her body clumsy, she can swim, she will not die, thinking about it and then found that her body was fixed by something, unable to move, unable to speak, and even more uncomfortable Close your eyes tightly.

She wanted to breathe, and what she inhaled was salty water, and she was afraid, very afraid.She was trembling, and opened her eyes the moment her eyelids revealed light. She saw people she had seen or hadn't seen before. Those people's faces were yellow and thin, pale and without any blood, their movements were stiff, their faces were dilapidated, and they were obviously unconscious. Liao leaned towards her.

She turned around and started running again. There was a piece of darkness in front of her, which had no end. She felt scared, very, very scared, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die, she couldn't die!

She called for help, shouted, called her name vigorously, she called, "Sir! Mr. Luxilu! Mr. Kurolo? Mr. Luxilu...help me...sir...help me..."

She yelled, one by one...

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