Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

twins 16

Debris all over the place Debris all over the place...

"K...Mr. Lauder..."

Qianshui likes Mr. Carlaud, Mr. Carlaud has long long hair, and the hair is blue, blue and blue, Qianshui's favorite color, and then...

A large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red...

"Mr. Carraud...didn't make a move...did he?"

Shallow loves Mr. Crowder because Mr. Crowder is good very good very good to Shallow and good to everybody.

A large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red...

"I like Fang Luo."

Qian Shui likes Fang Luo, likes the girl who has deep, deep, deep dimples on her pink cheeks when she smiles, likes, likes, likes, likes very much.

A large area of ​​blood red, a large area of ​​flood discharge, a large area of ​​blood red...

"I like it very much."

Qianshui likes Fangluo, and has always liked Fangluo, because Fangluo is the angel of Qianshui, belongs to the angel of Qianshui, and only belongs to the angel of Qianshui.

A large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red...

"Why didn't you talk? Mr. Carrowd..."

Qianshui likes Mr. Carlaud, very much, very much, and has always been very fond of it.

Mr. Crowder can't say some beautiful words, but every sentence makes Qianshui feel that this is... destiny.

When Mr. Crowder smiled, there would not be deep, deep, deep dimples on his delicate cheeks, but Qian Shui felt...it was fate.

Mr. Claude will not break his promise for no reason. Qianshui knows it, and has always known it, so Qianshui believes it.

Mr. Crowder... so gentle Mr. Crowder, so kind Mr. Crowder...

A large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red, a large patch of blood red...

The dark black suit pants glowed with a deep and deep color under the bright and bright sun, and the leather shoes of the same color stood still, as if they had taken root like a dense uncle, without moving a bit.

The slender and slender fingers are still inserted into the pocket that cannot be regarded as very deep, deep, deep, and the eyes are dark, dark, dark... There is no shadow...

Pale and pale lips with a little sickness raised upwards, and the angles outlined were so so so appropriate, as if the budget was accurate... a smile that wasn't a smile...

"Miss Qianshui can grasp...the Ring of Mebius, right?" '

The demonic voice can still linger in my ears, but... no answer...

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

The girl at that time was wearing a pure white pure white dress, and the breeze, the breeze, the breeze... drove the long, long, long skirt to sway in an instant, revealing her whiteness The imaginative calf is truly beautiful...

sunrise... sunset...

'Forget it. '

The man at that time was talking to himself like this, slender and slender fingers mosuo his lips, and then he spoke slowly, slowly, slowly when his pale, pale, sickly lips were raised to that specific angle.

sunrise... sunset...

Qianshui likes Lala, Nuonuo, very much.

I like Lala's beautiful and beautiful smile that blooms from time to time, that simple, innocent smile without a trace of impurities.

I like the pink pink color that instantly appeared on Nuonuo's pretty cheeks when she turned around, it's really beautiful.

I like it... I like it... I have always liked it...

And then...die...life gone...existence ceased...

Shallow water met Mr. Callaud, in the dim dim light, in the night when the sweat flowed and the low ground bloomed sporadically.

Qianshui met Mr. Crowder, Mr. Crowder was covered in scars, and then fell down...

Qianshui met Mr. Carraud, met Mr. Carraude, met Mr. Carraude...so... Qianshui felt that this was...fate...

Qianshui met Mr. Carraud, met Mr. Carraude, met Mr. Carraude...so... Qianshui felt that he must... definitely must save...

Qianshui met Mr. Carraud, met Mr. Carraude, met Mr. Carraud...

And then...Mr Carraud leaves...

"Batta, Batta"

Dregs all over the floor, dregs all over the floor, dregs all over the floor...

"tick, tick"

Qianshui saw Fang Luo, the crowd was in a hurry, the crowd was in a hurry, the crowd was in a hurry...

Fang Luo has long long long hair, the same as Mr. Crowder, the same long long long long hair, with dazzling dazzling... light...

Fang Luo has deep, deep, deep dimples, and when she smiles, she is very deep, deep, deep, sweet, mellow,...an angel...

Fang Luo would softly call Qianshui's name softly, and then sweetly sweetly sweetly, and then... Qianshui fell...

Qianshui saw Fang Luo, a girl with a tender, immature voice, and Qianshui felt...to protect...

Qianshui saw Fang Luo, a girl in a deep, deep, deep lace dress, and Qianshui felt...to protect...

When Qian Shui saw Fang Luo, Fang Luo who would smile sweetly, Qian Shui felt...to protect...

Sister Qianshui is an angel, Fang Luo's favorite angel. '

That's Fang Luo's pure and innocent smile, and then pure and innocent, pure and innocent.

'No... Fang Luo is an angel...'

That is, Qianshui answered slowly and slowly, and then smiled gently and gently.

"Gollum, Gollum"

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

Qianshui knew, knew, knew, always knew, so... tears streaming down his face... blurred vision, scattered shadows...

Qianshui likes Mr. Carraude, likes it very much, but...Mr. Carraude has left... now we meet.

Qian Shui knows, knows, knows, has always known, but... still firmly believes, firmly believes, firmly believes...

Qian Shui likes Mr., very much, very much, and so much, so much, so much, and then...Mr. killed someone...

Qianshui knows, knows, knows, has always known...

"Qian Shui don't worry about Kui Hai, don't look at her like this, she is a bounty hunter. '

The people here are not familiar with the people here, the things here are not familiar with the things here, and the people here are ignorant...

'Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area...'

'Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area...'

'Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area...'

Qianshui knows, knows, knows, has always known, but... Qianshui pretended not to know... always pretended not to know...

"I like Fangluo...I like it very much..."

Silent silent silent... invariably silent...

"tick, tick"

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