Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

twins 13

At that time, the sun was very bright, very bright, very bright, but there was a big, big, big wind, which instantly blurred the vision and blurred the face.

'Why does Mr Carraude know I'm here? '

At that time, the sun was very bright, very bright, very bright, but there was a big, big, big wind, which instantly blurred the vision and blurred the face...

The long long hair is whirling in the air due to the wind, and it has azure blue, which is the most beloved color for shallow water.

The long, long, long skirt flutters in the wind, pure white, pure white, like the most beautiful camellia blooming—Tsubaki...

"Because Ms. Qianshui is always easy to guess." A deep male voice sounded from behind, with a confusing and magical quality.

He didn't look back, but when he closed his eyes, those pale and pale lips would draw a beautiful line on the somewhat excessively white face, freezing the charm between smiling and not smiling, the beauty that seems to be smiling but not smiling.Pale, pale, and excessively tragic bandages are faintly revealed from the messy broken hair, reflecting the fair and fair complexion, which is morbid, belongs to the morbid...beauty of Mr.

"Sir..." The voice broke out from the throat, but it was such a thin tone.

He didn't answer, but he could feel the unusual piercing eyes, those deep, deep, stagnant eyes fixedly staring and watching.

He casually inserted his pale hands into the pockets of his suit pants, which were not very deep, and the sunlight behind him shone brightly.

"Charlotte is dead." Slowly, slowly, the gentleman said, "He is my companion."

Qian Shui likes Mr., but at the same time... afraid of...

"Brother is dead." Suddenly, Fang Luo's immature voice responded, "He is my brother."

Qianshui likes Fangluo, and Fangluo is Qianshui's angel...

"Why is Mister always like this?" Close your eyes, let the darkness fall, even though the darkness is not as pure as imagined, it's pitch black.

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, likes it very much, likes it very much, Fang Luo has a sweet smile that Qianshui likes, when she smiles, deep dimples will appear on her face.

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, Mr. is very gentle, very gentle, very gentle, but Mr. is a man.

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes it very much, likes it very much, but... Qianshui can't save them...they are dead...

This time, this time, this time Qianshui wanted to protect, tried his best to protect, desperately tried to protect...

The body rotated slightly in the air, using the smallest force to move the posture, and then... saw the ground, the ground, the ground... the residue...

Fang Luo is an angel, an angel belonging to shallow water.

Fang Luo is an angel, with long long long hair, with... light, angel...

Fang Luo is an angel, an angel with deep dimples on her delicate cheeks when she smiles...

Fang Luo is...an angel, an angel of shallow water...

Then... shallow water saw the debris all over the ground...

"Mr. is always killing people, every time, every time... is killing people..." The pale lips were tightly pressed together, biting twice, and then he asked, "Why?"

Broken limbs, shattered flesh, debris all over the floor...

"Charlotte is dead." She still had that half-smile expression, standing upright, what a majestic imposing manner, and what a righteous rhetoric.

"Sir... Lala is dead, and Nuonuo is also dead..." Those are the people Qianshui likes, the people Qianshui wants to protect and love...

"They never existed in the first place." The wind was very strong, and the black hair on the front of the low head was flying randomly in the wind. "It's something illusory."

"But, do you know? Sir... I love them..." So I hope they are happy, so I don't want to destroy them.

"I don't know." The wind was very strong, blowing the hem of the clothes that was originally straight.

What Qianshui knows, has always been known, the husband will not understand, the husband will not understand.

Qian Shui knew it, always knew it all the time, the husband would not care, the husband would not be considerate.

Qianshui knows, has always known, because Mr.'s name is Kurolo, Kurolo? Luxilu...

Qianshui knows, has always known, because the husband's name is Kurolo? Luxilu...

"What I know, my husband won't understand, and I have never understood."

Fang Luo is an angel, an angel belonging to shallow water.

Fang Luo is an angel with long long long hair with... light, angel...

Fang Luo is an angel, an angel with deep dimples on her delicate cheeks when she smiles...

Fang Luo is...an angel, an angel of shallow water...

Then... shallow water saw the debris all over the ground...

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes, likes, likes, but they are dead... Mister killed them...

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes very much, likes very much, but they are dead...blood spurting, fragmented...

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes very much, likes very much, but they are dead... Mr. killed them, so that they cannot be redeemed even if they die...

Now shallow water meets an angel... the ground is full of debris...

Qianshui met an angel, an angel belonging to Qianshui...

Qianshui met an angel, an angel who belonged to Qianshui... So, I wanted to protect...

Qianshui met an angel, an angel belonging to Qianshui... a lovely angel with deep, deep, deep dimples... so I want to protect more and more...

He turned his head and thought for a while, was silent for a few seconds, then raised his face, the expression on his face remained unchanged, "Probably." That's what the gentleman said, and then he moved forward, and there were Qianshui and Fang Luo's seats in front of him...

Mr. walks very slowly, very slowly, very slowly, but... can't dodge...

Fang Luo moved forward, and the seat in front of him was the gentleman's seat, which was gradually approaching.

Qianshui watched, fixedly, fixedly.

Qian Shui watched, fixedly, fixedly, and then embraced Fang Luoqin's body.

Qian Shui looked at, fixedly, fixedly, looked at, embraced Fang Luo's forward body, and grasped the petite and immature palms, the warm body temperature came slowly, and it was tender in an instant.

"I like sir, I really, really like sir, but... I'm sorry, I want to protect Fang Luo." Smiling, smiling, smiling when the wind is very strong, the flying broken hair is covered The original smile was lost, which made people look unreal.

At that time, the sun was very bright, very bright, very bright, but there was a big, big, big wind, which instantly blurred the vision and blurred the face.

sunrise... sunset...

"Sister Qianshui, where is this?" The empty room, no one...

"Where I live, but now we have to leave quickly." Empty room, no one...

"But... Sister Qianshui's face is very pale." The empty room, no one...

"It's okay." Smile, smile, smile...that's the blessing of the angel...

Empty room... Empty room... No one...

"tick, tick"

Time moves forward... the second hand moves...

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