Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

life 18

Nuonuo likes libraries, Gothic churches, stained glass windows, gorgeous light, the merciful Mary, Jesus the Son of God...

Nuonuo likes the library, although the people in the small town don't like the library, but Nuonuo likes it very much.

There is a boy Lala in the library. Lala is very gentle and gentle. Every time she splashes on Nuonuo, Lala can’t be regarded as pretty. She has a smile on her face, slightly upturned lips, and gentle eyes. Nuonuo likes it very much. I like it very much.

Nuonuo likes the library, because there is a boy Lala in the library, and Nuonuo likes Lala, so Nuonuo likes the library, likes it very much, and has always liked it regardless of the opposition of the people in the town.

Qianshui witnessed Lala's death, and watched Lala's eyes widen, filled with hatred, death again and again.

Lala died, dying in front of Nuonuo, the usual tenderness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hatred that cannot be ignored.

Lala died, she died in front of Nuonuo, her eyes were wide open, her expression was terrifying, her dilated pupils reflected the shadow of shallow water, as if she was questioning, as if she was...cursing...

Qianshui's eyes are very beautiful, the left eye is deep black, but the right eye is...the 'curse' of death...

It is impossible for Qianshui to be happy, but Qianshui hopes that the person he likes will be happy, and get a lot of happiness...

Qianshui watched Lala die, watched Lala die again and again, in front of Nuonuo, in front of herself...

"Mr. Noel, end everything... There is no 'happiness' here..." Qianshui's eyes are a little blurred, so that Qianshui can't see Lala's appearance clearly, even death can't change the tenderness deep in the eyes look.Qianshui said, for Lala, for Nuonuo...

"The apples in Qianshui are very fresh today. Let me give you one more. Don't you like eating my apples the most?" Mr. Nuoer has a baby face and looks very young, making it hard to guess his age, but Qianshui knows that Mr. Noel is very old, very old...

"Mr. Noel, the apple...has been weathered..." Shaking his head, biting his lower lip, Qian Shui said softly but cruelly.

Qianshui saw the sudden change of the kind Mr. Noel, Qianshui saw the grim expression of the kind Mr. Noel, Qianshui saw Mr. Noel... It was scary, scary, scary...

"Nuo Nuo is mine and has always been mine! When I was young, Nuo Nuo was so cute, the most beautiful child in the town," the expression on the cute doll's face changed, as if remembering, and as if chasing What, "People in small towns don't like libraries, and have always disliked..."

"But Nuonuo likes it, has always liked it..." Rourou said, Mr. Nuoer likes Nuo Nuo, likes Nuo Nuo as a child, likes Nuo Nuo as his daughter, and likes being cute Obedient Nuonuo, but... Nuonuo likes the library, has always liked it...

"Yes... yes... Nuonuo likes libraries, has always liked..." Mr. Nuoer's eyes were a little confused, but they recovered their original sharpness in the next second, "No! Nuonuo doesn't like libraries! Never I like it! It’s all that kid Lala! It’s all that kid! Everything is his fault!! If it wasn’t for that damned kid Nuonuo how would he die!!! If it wasn’t for that damned kid! If it wasn’t for that damned kid Nuo Nuo wouldn't have died tragically in the library... Nuo Nuo wouldn't have left me so early... Nuo Nuo wouldn't have... I wouldn't have used the Ring of Mebius, wouldn't have let me The whole town was buried for Nuonuo!! Everything is the fault of that damn kid!"

"But Nuonuo likes it... has always liked it... no matter how Mr. Noel stops it, it's useless... because I like it, I can only like it..."

Qianshui likes Nuonuo and Lala, but they died...a long, long time ago...

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, likes it very much, even if it's just a virtual image, even if it's just a residual influence, but still likes them, Qianshui doesn't want them to disappear, so Qianshui...never say...

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, likes them very much, likes them very much, Qianshui hopes that they will be happy, get a lot of happiness, but here...they won't be happy...

Qianshui's eyes are very beautiful, the left eye is deep black, like a fairy pupil, but the right eye has overlapping pupils... that is the 'curse' of the god of death...

It is impossible for Qianshui to be happy...so Qianshui hopes that the people he likes will be happy, and get a lot of happiness...

Lala died, Qianshui watched Lala die, did not stop, did not make a sound, silently, quietly watched Lala die.

Qianshui knew that Lala liked Nuonuo, and Nuonuo also liked Lala, Qianshui knew, always knew...

Lala died, Qianshui watched Lala die, bright red liquid sprayed in front of his eyes, his face was full of pain, but the hatred in his eyes was condemning, really, condemning with all his strength.

shallow water...so thirsty...

Throat... very dry...

Patience, patience, and more patience, biting her lower lip hard, the short nails deeply embedded in the delicate flesh of the palm, and the pain spread.

He took a step, approached Mr. Noel slowly, and then stretched out his hands, pale, tragic, as if with deep and morbid fingers gently stretched out, embracing the man who appeared crazy because of the distorted family affection and the extreme abnormal love. Trembling tall body.

"Mr. Noel... Nuonuo loves you and likes you because you are her father, isn't it?" The voice was very soft, but it had indestructible power.

"But Nuonuo died, because Lala was in the library and didn't come home in time, so Nuonuo died..." The voice was a little choked, and there were incomprehensible tears on the distorted face.

Mr. Noel's body was shaking, very heavy.

"It's okay. Mr. Nuoer can take a rest, Nuonuo is waiting for you. But don't worry..."

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, Lala, the town, and Mr. Nuoer, so Qianshui hopes that they will get happiness, lots and lots of happiness.

Qian Shui hates crying, hates crying very much, but... her heart is throbbing.But... the lacrimal glands are not without stop...

The shallow water surrounds Mr. Noel, the dry feel, the weathered pieces of meat, time is passing... moving forward... no longer staying...

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, likes Mr. Nuoer, likes the town, likes, likes, likes very much...

But...it doesn't exist here anymore...

But... there is no Lala, no Nuonuo, no Mr. Noel here...

But... there is nothing here...

'Lala, I want these. '

'Okay, I borrowed a lot today. '

'Because these books are only available here. '

'Today I want these two. '

'OK, go slow. '

Nuonuo would turn her back and pink flushes would crawl all over her cheeks.

Lala will smile very nicely behind Nuonuo, with gentle eyes.

Shallow water...don't cry...

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