Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

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Qianshui doesn't like big cities, dirty air, and dirty crowds. There is no sincerity, only contemptuous thoughts.

Shallow water doesn't like overly large cities, and the size of the land represents the amount of greed, which is endless and never stops.

Qianshui doesn't like cities that are too big, because places that are too big make Qianshui unable to remember complicated routes, Qianshui...yes, get lost...

Shallow water doesn't like big cities...but...there is also a small town of sycamore trees here, the dense and dense branches and leaves stretch out, struggling, striving towards the sun, striving towards the sky, the blue and blue hopeless sky...

Pure white pure white pure white dress, black patent leather shoes walking briskly, bringing up a cloud of dust, white, white, white and somewhat excessively white hands wrapped in petite, petite, petite, petite hands with a healthy complexion .

Pure white pure white dress, short hair, oversized black-rimmed glasses occupying two-thirds of the face, hazy, not very clear, but... It's soft, it's soft, it's...an angel...

The jet-black jet-black lace dress, the long long long hair with a dazzling dazzling color, that is... light.

Dark black lace long dress, long long long hair, the ends of the hair swaying from time to time cover the hands holding each other, fair white fingers that are too much to overlap, petite, petite, petite and healthy The skin-colored palms, the swaying hair, dazzling, dazzling, like... light...

"Sister Qianshui, look at that, it's so beautiful." Idle fingers pointed to the glass window, and what I saw through the glass window glowing with silvery white light was the pure white dress.

"Does Fang Luo want it?" Maybe it's because the sun is too dazzling, maybe it's because of the big, big, big, big, big glasses lens, maybe it's because the eyesight of one eye is too, too, too bad. Looking at Fang Luo in shallow water The look in the eyes is not too clear, vague, blurry, like the effect of a blurred ink painting.

"En. I want it." Turning his head, the smile intensified, the dimples on the cheeks were deep, deep, deep, and the pink lips wanted to outline the best-looking, best-looking, and best-looking angle, which is different from Shallow water, different from sir, different from... Mr. Carraud...

Squinting his eyes, Qian Shui, who wanted to take a closer look at them, lost the opportunity to take a closer look, so he smiled, a very bright, bright, very bright smile.

"Let's go in." Said softly, holding hands with a little more force.

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, I like it very much, I like it very much, because Fang Luo is the angel of diving...

I said that I like Fang Luo, I like it very much, I like it very much, because Fang Luo has long long long hair with... light...

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, likes it very much, because Fang Luo looks very cute when he smiles, and there will be deep, deep, deep dimples.

Qianshui likes Fangluo, very much, very much, because... Fangluo is an angel... an angel belonging to Qianshui...

Qianshui likes Fangluo, very much, very much, because... Fangluo is an angel... an angel belonging to Tianshui... so... Qianshui wants to protect...

'Sir is always killing...every, every time...killing...'

'Charlotte is dead. '

Qian Shui likes Mr., very much, very much, but... Mister is always killing people... Every time, every time... Killing people...

'Sir... Lala is dead... Nuonuo is also dead...'

'They never existed, it's an illusion. '

Qian Shui likes Mr., very much, very much, because Mr. is very gentle, very gentle, very gentle, but...Mr. killed someone...

'But, you know what?Sir... I love them...'

'do not know. '

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, very much, because Mr. will smile at this shallow water, very gentle, very gentle, very gentle smile, but...Mr. kills...Mr. kills...Mr. likes, loves... …

Fang Luo always wears a dark black lace dress with a long skirt and long long hair, and the skirt is inlaid with pure white and pure white. Lace, hair with dazzling dazzling... light...

"Fang Luo is very suitable for white." He stroked the smooth hair, as if the light on the hair would be transmitted, and a little light was also stained on the white fingers.

"Not as good-looking as Sister Qianshui." She lowered her head, her bangs were too long, making it hard to see her expression, but... she said in a low voice.

Fang Luo likes Sister Qianshui, because Sister Qianshui is an angel, an angel of God.

Fang Luo likes Sister Qianshui, because Sister Qianshui is very gentle, very gentle, gentler than anyone else.

Fang Luo likes Sister Qianshui, because Sister Qianshui looks very beautiful when she smiles, she is...an angel...

Fang Luo likes sister Qianshui, because such a beautiful sister Qianshui will be very good to Fang Luo, she is an angel... an angel belonging to Fang Luo...

Fang Luo likes sister Qianshui, more than her brother, more than her sister, more than anyone else, but... Angels don't belong to anyone... Angels... can fly away...

"Fang Luo, we're leaving." When she looked up, she saw Sister Qianshui's gentle smile, her upturned lips outlined a nice angle, and exuded a very relaxed, very relaxed, very relaxed atmosphere.

"Okay." Nodded, and followed.

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

Sister Qianshui is an angel, an angel of God, an angel who still smiles even when she loses her temper, even when she is sad, and even in pain.

'Because Ms. Asahi can figure it out very well. '

Sister Qianshui is an angel, an angel with huge wings, but...it's too heavy, and she wants to fly...but it's useless in the end.

'Charlotte is dead, he is my companion. '

Sister Qianshui will not be jealous, suspicious, or deceive. Fang Luo likes Sister Qianshui the most, more than her brother, more than her sister.

'My brother is dead, he is my brother. '

Sister Qianshui is more important than elder brother, more important than elder sister, more important than anyone else, because... Sister Qianshui is an angel...an angel belonging to Fang Luo...

'I like sir, I like it very much, I like it very much, but... I'm sorry, I want to protect Fangluo. '

sunrise... sunset...

"Sister Qianshui is an angel, Fang Luo's most, most, favorite angel." Squinting his eyes, it may be because the sun is too dazzling, it may be the reason behind the lens of the big big big big big big big big big big big glasses, it may be the vision of one eye Because of being too, too, too bad, when Qianshui looked at Fang Luo's eyes, they didn't look too clear, vague, and fuzzy, like the effect of a blurred ink painting.

"No," the head drooped, the hair swayed slightly, and the oversized and oversized black-rimmed glasses reflected the unique light of the sun, covering his appearance and blocking his expression, "Fang Luo is an angel."

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

Fang Luo is an angel, a beautiful beautiful beautiful angel.

Fang Luo is an angel, a lovely, lovely, lovely angel.

Fang Luo is an angel... Qian Shui firmly believes, desperately believes, and uses all her strength to believe... Fang Luo is an angel... a beautiful and lovely angel...

The sun is setting, the sun is no longer dazzling, the light is no longer dazzling, sunrise... sunset...

The sun is setting, the sun is no longer dazzling, the light is no longer dazzling, as if the afterglow of the most beautiful color of camellia is shining, the shadow is very long, long, long...

The sun is setting, the sun is no longer dazzling, the light is no longer dazzling, sunrise... sunset...

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