Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

twins 10

Gradually darkening sky, speeding vehicles, semi-old and semi-new street lamps flashing dazzling pure white light in the center of the dense green belt, crowded streets, indifferent crowds, declining cities, charming eyes on both sides of the street The neon lights show the prosperity that is different from the small towns, but... against the indifferent crowd, the declining towns are getting more and more lonely...

"beep----"

The blare of the megaphone, the changing colors of the traffic lights.

The gray sky looked as if it was about to rain.

Stopping, waiting, waiting for the red light to change into clear green, waiting, waiting for the crowd to evacuate, waiting for the night to fall...

"beep----"

The speeding vehicle drives the direction of the wind. It cannot be regarded as the flying hair of long hair. For a while, the messy hair messes up the eyes, and the overlapping pupils reflect the flying hair, which reflects the... ...flying and thinking about falling dry leaves...

Waiting, waiting for the cessation of the mutated wind, is natural and will not affect other cessations.

then……

"beep----"

Very beautiful, very beautiful, with jet-black color imprinted in the beautiful eyes, deep, thick black... like a pool of stagnant water, unknown depth and unpredictable at the same time...

The red light turned into bright yellow, flickering, and stopped, as if foreshadowing something...

Green... the crowd is surging...

"beep----"

Turning around, changing the route, rotating the angle, and then there was a slight bitterness on the lips that were raised at an excellent angle, and they were tightly pressed and biting deeply.

But...the color is still...

That deep black, pure pitch-black color...like the depth of a pool of stagnant water, the terror of more than one shade...

"beep----"

With his head down, the deep black is reflected in the actively overlapping pupils, as if he doesn't know how to place his fingers, entangled and stirred, "Mr...."

I didn't look up, but... I know...

The gentleman must be smiling, very gentlemanly, very gentlemanly, very gentlemanly smile.

Mr. must be smiling, the kind of smile that freezes between smiling and not smiling.

Mr. must be smiling. The sapphire earrings change color under the changing light, which is really beautiful.

"We are always destined." The slender fingers climbed up the pale lips showing sickness according to the habit.The black hair is slightly raised back, and the head is lifted up, revealing the white neck that attracts reverie.There is no shadow in the deep eyes, nothing...

Speeding vehicles, indifferent crowds, lonely towns...

"beep----"

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, second only to Lala, second only to Nuonuo's liking.

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, because Mr. is very gentle, gentle, very gentle, which reminds Qianshui of his brother who would pat his head.

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Mr.'s name is Kuroro...

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Mr.'s name is Kurolo, Kuroro? Luxilu...

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Mister killed Lala, Nuonuo...

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Qianshui is afraid... very afraid, very afraid, very afraid...

"beep----"

Asahi is a human, a human without any power, so he firmly believes in himself as a human.

'What would Mr. Carraud want for dinner today? ' Smiling, very bright, very bright smile, the sun outside the window is very dazzling, very dazzling, very dazzling, stinging the overlapping pupils of the shallow water.

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, but Qianshui saved Mr. Claude.

'I'm sorry, I wanted to take you to where I live, but... I'm sorry, I can't move sir...'

'I can go by myself. '

As he staggered, Kalau's long, long hair brushed his pale cheeks in shallow water, and the blush spread out, so beautiful, so beautiful...

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, but Qianshui is afraid...afraid...sir...

Qianshui likes Lala, Nuonuo, and the small town, but... Mister ruined them...

Qianshui likes Lala, Nuonuo, and the small town, but...they are dead...Mr. killed them...

Qianshui likes Lala, Nuonuo, and the small town, but...they are dead, Mr. killed them, Mr.'s name is Kurolo, Kuroro? Luxilu...

Qian Shui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Qian Shui is afraid...

Lowering his head, his tightly pursed lips opened and closed...

"I'm sorry..."

Qian Shui likes Mr., but Mr. killed Lala, Nuonuo, and... many, many, many people...

"sorry Sorry……"

Qian Shui likes Mr., but Mr. killed Lala, killed Nuonuo, and will kill many, many, many people...

Mr. is still smiling, the smile that freezes between smiling and not smiling, seems to be full of charm, elegant and noble...but... nothing...

"Mister killed someone... right?" She said in a soft, slightly hoarse, thick nasal voice.

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, but... Mister killed someone...

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, but... Mister killed someone, Qianshui... can't stop...

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, but... Mr. killed someone, Qianshui knew, knew, always knew, but... pretended not to know...

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, Qianshui is a human being, so she firmly believes in being a human being, so... Even if she knows it, even if she has always known it all the time, she doesn't want to expose it, she doesn't want to understand...

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power... I have always believed that I am a human being...

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? 'The wind seemed to carry the jjj of the Wailing Wall.

The pale and slender fingers caressed the same tragic lips in accordance with the habit, meditating thoughtfully...

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? 'Scenes change, sunrise...sunset...

Under the slightly swaying black shattered hair, the overly white bandage is strikingly different from ordinary people, with a smile that is not a smile...

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? 'The night is silent, utter, without a trace of impurity.dimly lit...

The sapphire earrings glowed with a navy blue luster on the earlobes, changing as if they were deep, azure blue, the favorite color of angelic girls...

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? '

"tick, tick"

Time advances, the second hand moves...

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? '

The deep eyes are closed, and the waist is straightened, so that the body shows a straight shape under the slightly old light, and the eyes are attached with one hand, even though they are covered by thin and almost transparent eyelids.

'Sir killed someone... didn't he? '

Qianshui is an angel... very gentle, very gentle, very gentle... an angel...

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