Hunter Fan - Snake

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom. The king was a very handsome young man, who sat on a high throne in a luxurious and luxurious dress, magnificently inlaid with many jewels and diamonds.

Behind the throne stood an eighteen-year-old girl in silver-gray armor.Polished brightly without a trace of filth, let go behind the back, the face is exquisite, the corners of the mouth are raised in a certain arc and there is no tendency to diminish.The shawl on the shoulders has a reddish luster and is made of velvet, with a single-button knot at the neckline and a rope embedded with gold.

On that frontline battlefield, the girl was wearing silver-gray armor, and the blade in her hand was raised and lowered, bringing up a pool of blood, splashing a little on her face, showing a strange allure with her delicate facial features.She was fighting, felling, and pursuing, but she had an overly merciful expression, her eyes were sad, and the corners of her mouth were raised.

The girl fell off the horse and rolled up on the muddy ground. Her silver-gray armor was stained with large chunks of mud. She wiped her face with her hand, and the giant ax above her head fell off.

Freeze.

The arc disappeared, and the girl stood up with an indifferent expression on her face, moving forward in the stopped time.There was no shouting and killing, no action, and the crowd stood still.The different postures maintained are all kinds of strange things.

She walked, through the crowd towards the golden throne.

The scene changed, it was a magnificent room, with translucent gauze curtains swaying endlessly with the wind.Sitting on the silk quilt bed in the center is a young girl with delicate features, and the corners of her lips are raised in a certain arc.A pure white dress, bridal style, lace, with bright diamonds on the side, dazzling

In the opened window stood a handsome young man with a slender figure, wearing a black tuxedo, holding a slender gun in his hand, pulling the trigger with pale fingers, and pressing down.

The screen freezes.

There was no blood, no sound, the girl stood up in the stopped time, flicked the non-existent dust on the skirt, her smile faded, and her indifference made people feel timid.

It's a dream.In the dream when she didn't know when to fall asleep, she was awakened, not because of anything else, but because of the story that did not belong to her. This is a sad story, but it is so true and cruel.

In the next moment, she forgot the dream and the story, and raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the opposite king, silvery, like the bright moon in the sky, and those shining stars.

She starts to miss the stars, what will she be doing?What are you thinking about?Do you remember that there was once a silent girl standing quietly beside you?

star, star...

She was playing chess. In the room that hadn't been changed, the commander-in-chief sat opposite him with an impatient expression, with a smooth chess piece between his fingers, and there was no pause at the moment of falling. Thinking of the sound of the knocking, it was dull crisp.

In Alice's dream, there is the Queen of Hearts, with thick makeup on her monster face, and thick red lips. She made scones, and she made scones at that afternoon tea place, and John of Hearts ate them secretly. Scones, the Queen of Hearts is angry.

"Hang him, hang him, hang him!" cried the Queen of Hearts from her high throne.

John of the Red Heart went to the gallows. On the gallows with high tables and chairs, the hemp rope was tied around his neck, and he went up and down.

--die.

She thought of the Queen of Hearts, and of John of Hearts.

Then she heard the tune, the all-too-familiar tune, Richard's dream wedding.

While playing chess, she began to fall asleep again, half asleep and half awake, pretending to be a very hypocritical innocence, and fell asleep in front of the opposite king of ants, without stopping, without Xiaoyapf, just falling asleep lightly and deeply, and then began Dreaming, one dream after another.

Dreamed of the stars, dreamed of the man, and the Queen of Hearts and John of Hearts.Finally, there is the commander-in-chief of the country sitting across from him, the king of ants.

She laughed, smiling shyly in her sleep, as if she had a very happy and happy thing, and got a lot of sweet candies.

Like a child, but looks like an adult.

She had a dream. In the dream, there was a figure of a young girl, wearing a pure white dress, with her hands folded on her chest, whispering sacred words in her mouth, praying, facing God, facing the gods.

The girl lowered her head, her malt-yellow extremely dry and unnutrient-rich hair was curled up on the top of her head, and there was a slight wind blowing it, shaking it.There is a halo on it, like the light of a spotlight, shining on the girl, making people look extremely warm, like an angel.

Raising her head, the girl walked towards her seat. She was wearing patent leather shoes with round toes, with warped leather on them, and they were in tatters as if they had been worn for a long time.

The girl opened her hands, embracing, but separated, she spoke, and seemed to be asking, she said, 'Wheat...are you thirsty? '

There was light in the pale gold eyes, golden red.

She was awakened, woke up under the urging of the commander-in-chief opposite, and then forgot the dream just now, and forgot the low voice that seemed to be soaked in water.

Wheat... are you, thirsty?

She played chess, in this unchanging room, in this room without Oyapov, only she and the Commander-in-Chief, two alone, always alone.

She played chess, thinking a lot, but it seemed like very little, she started to be in a daze, and looked focused and holy.

The sound of breaking through the sky came from the top of the head, the cracked ground, and the golden light.She was stiff, holding the guide stick beside her with one hand, so hard that her fingertips turned pale.

She raised her head and opened her eyes reflexively, but what she saw was a large expanse of black, such a rich dark color, such a heavy dark color.

Then came the pain in the chest, like the pain of tearing the body apart, and she heard the sound of blood flowing, the ticking sound flowing rapidly along the blood vessels.

He was short of breath, and his chest seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't breathe.She frowned, the corners of her lips raised, and when she fell down, she was caught by a pair of very warm hands, which was really very warm.

She thought of the bed she used to have. The pillow was her favorite cartoon pattern, and it was so soft that it wouldn't feel cold even if she hugged it for a long time.She leaned against a broad chest, listening to the strong rhythmic heartbeat.bang bang bang.

Suddenly she opened her mouth, raised her head intermittently and lightly, as if trying to get close to something, but couldn't do it, she said, "Master Commander, I want to kiss you."

She was going to sleep again, and finally she felt the softness on her lips, which was a kind of refreshing almost like ice cream, with bursts of indescribable fragrance.

No in-depth, no entanglement of lips and tongues, just close, lips to lips, mouth to mouth.

Commander-in-Chief, I want to kiss you.

Dusty, mixed with a little bit of decay, strong bloody smell, like rusted machinery, disgusting and disgusting.

He looked at the girl in his arms, with an unattractive face, the corners of her mouth were raised in a certain arc, as if she was laughing or crying.Weeping silently.

The clasped hands exerted force, and the fragile feeling of human beings came from between the fingers, even if it was heavier, it was as fragile as if it was about to break.

He came back to his senses, lowered his head and kissed her lips, very lightly, then very heavily, he didn't know how much force to use, and how much movement to use.

He kisses, simply kisses.Just sticking to her soft lips, and then began to miss this warm body, what kind of creature is a human being?He felt confused, and there were swirls in the middle of the dark eyes, making people unable to see his thoughts clearly.

He lowered his head, and the hair on his forehead fell down. It was silvery white, and it looked too cold against the handsome features. He was lonely like a child, but strong like an adult.

In the silence, he thought of her words, and she said——Master Commander, I want to kiss you.

Something is brewing in the air, and the surrounding temperature is rising, rising continuously, almost to the concentration of flames, burning, burning, everything is completely burned.

I thought of the lyrics, the lyrics that came from nowhere, singing weird and bloody songs with ancient tones.

——Solomon Granty, born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday, seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, buried on Sunday, this is the life of Solomon Granty.

Flames appeared in the room, burning intense flames gathered little by little, and transformed into a human figure, which looked like a girl, with an ugly face, dry hair of malt yellow, and bright golden-red eyes.

She smiled, it was the kind of warm and soft smile, the corners of her mouth were curved, and the corners of her eyes were curved. She raised her head and said to the ant king who was full of evil spirits and embraced his beloved, "Dear Mr. Ant King , I want her to live."

With a serene expression, but also inexplicably sad, she walked over, no, maybe it couldn't be said to be walking over, but if you look carefully, you will find that her feet are flying into the air, and the seat less than ten centimeters from the ground is...flying.

She said, "I like wheat, and I don't want wheat to die like this. Maybe she doesn't think so, but I still want her to live. I wonder if Mr. Ant King can give me wheat? In exchange, I can tell You, your name."

The ant king stared at the face with closed eyes in his arms. It was really ugly, but it made him feel at ease. It was a strange girl, a girl named Wheat. She told him her name, and faced him who had no name. , to tell the name.

Her body temperature was dropping, and he could imagine what the result would be if he slowed down a bit. He was powerful, powerful but incompetent.Suddenly he understood this.

The strength in his hands increased a bit, he hugged her, leaned over and kissed her forehead, along the bridge of the nose to the corner of the mouth, and kissed her, just like kissing the supreme God.

He squatted down and put her body down steadily, the blood flowed down his arms and dripped onto the ground, blooming like flowers.

He watched the girl approach her, knelt down in front of her, folded her hands on the seat on her chest, and whispered words with redemption in her mouth, and she said, "My kind father, please forgive my proposition , please bestow your blessings on this girl, don’t get confused, don’t tempt, don’t stop, I put my supreme life in front of you, and whoever believes in me will have eternal life.”

A cross is depicted, and then the girl leans over, her bangs fall down to cover her face, and she says, "Wheat...are you, thirsty?"

When the girl spoke, there was a smile on her lips, and the corners of her eyes were crooked as if she was talking about how unpalatable the bread was. She lowered her head and put her neck close to Mai Mai's mouth.

The ant king saw Mai opened his mouth, and his pale lips opened and closed to reveal his pointed, white teeth.When biting down, the girl didn't seem to feel any pain, and her expression was relaxed as if she had gained great happiness.

The time is very short, but so long, between being eaten and being eaten, he watched the girl stand up, but raised her hand high, following the gesture, wheat's body floated in the void, and fell when it moved in front of him , like... a shooting star.

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In the garden in the afternoon, bright red roses bloomed in full bloom, sitting in front of a white round table was a young girl with an ugly face and a long lace dress, and beside her stood a handsome deacon with silver hair and silver eyes.

She stretched out her hand, took the teacup inlaid with unknown textures, and whispered.

- It's time for tea time.

There are figures behind him, two.

The author has something to say: So I got messy...