Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

twins 20

Qian Shui doesn't know Mr., never knew Mr., has never known Mr.

Qian Shui likes Mr., likes Mr. very much, always likes Mr.

"tick, tick"

The sweat slid down and fell on the ground with a little dust, and the sweat beads mixed with fine particles stuck to each other, forming gem-like stones, rolling down the feet.

"Sister Qianshui, we have to say goodbye." A childish voice sounded, slowly and slowly echoing in my ears.

At this time, Fang Luo looked very beautiful, very beautiful, as if all the light was gathered on her body, so dazzling that the dazzling shallow water couldn't catch it.

No.

Shouting in my heart, screaming madly, madly, but in vain...

No.

The warning words were on my lips, but I found that my throat had long been rusted, and I couldn't make any sound...

No.

The eye sockets widened, the pupils contracted, slowly slowly...then...seeing blood red eyes...

Dregs everywhere, dregs everywhere, dregs everywhere...

Fang Luo's blood is red, so magnificent, so magnificent, such a magnificent color... It makes Qianshui feel unspeakable hatred...

Fang Luo's blood is warm, so warm, so warm, so warm... So shallow water has unspeakable resentment...

Fang Luo... Fang Luo... Fang Luo...

Sister Qianshui is an angel, Fang Luo's favorite angel. Squinting his eyes, maybe it's because the sun is too bright, maybe it's because of the big, big, big, big glasses lenses, maybe it's because the eyesight of one eye is too, too, too bad, shallow water looking at Fang Luo's eyes What I saw at the time was not too clear, vague, blurry, like the effect of a blurred ink painting.

'No,' the head is drooping, the hair is slightly swaying, and the oversized and oversized black-rimmed glasses reflect the unique light of the sun, covering the appearance and blocking the 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 dead... the angel of shallow water is dead...

The angel who belongs to shallow water and only belongs to shallow water is dead...

Mister killed Lala and Nuonuo, knowing that he liked it so much, knowing that he loved him so much, but... Mister killed them...

Let the blood spurt, let the life flow... let everything disappear...

Fang Luo is dead... the angel of shallow water is dead...

The angel who belongs to shallow water and only belongs to shallow water is dead...

Fang Luo is an angel...

An angel with tiny wings...

The angel who desperately wants to be happy......

And then... the angel disappeared...

"It's okay, it's okay... Fang Luo, didn't I say that I would protect you... Didn't I say that Sister Qianshui likes Fang Luo the most... It's okay, so it's okay..."

Shaking, shaking, shaking body, slowly slowly approaching the gradually stiff petite body.

There was a low temperature coming from both shoulders, which was a unique human body temperature, but... Qianshui didn't want to know whose it was... Qianshui didn't admit it, didn't admit it, didn't admit it!

"Sir...can you let me go..." whimpering, sobbing, seeking, sobbing and begging.

"Are you trying to save her?" Mr.'s voice was very cold, very cold, as if there was no warmth, it was the voice of the god of death, the call of the god of death...

"I want to save her, I want to save Fang Luo." Struggling, struggling, struggling regardless of the pain, twisting the limbs, pulling the palm of her hand with all her strength, the red cum flowing straight , meandering, meandering calling out weird and weird lines...

"tick, tick"

The liquid slid down... fell to the ground, and then bloomed the most beautiful flower color... that's... Tsubaki...

Pale and pale fingers touched the girl's cheeks that were delicate but covered by oversized black-rimmed glasses, and stared straight into the eyes behind the silvery-white glass lenses. Eyes, those deep black and... overlapping pupils...

"You are so weak, so weak that you can kill with one hand, why do you still resist?" The dark and dark eyes stared directly at the eyes behind the silver-white glass lenses, and the deep eyes black and... overlapping pupils...

nothing... nothing...

"Let me go, please let me go...I'm going to save, I'm going to save, I promised her, I promised her..." Tears slipped down, and the eyes hidden behind the thick glass lenses overflowed crystal clear tears...

"Why don't I want to kill you? Do you know the answer?" Ignoring the sporadic and intermittent words, he asked, like a good student who is not ashamed to ask in class, wanting to know the answer.

"Let go of me, please... sir... let me go..."

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, and loves Fang Luo with determination, because...Fang Luo is an angel...

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, and loves Fang Luo with determination, because... Fang Luo is the angel of Qianshui...

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, and loves Fang Luo with determination, because... Fang Luo is Qianshui's lovely angel...

Fang Luo is...an angel...

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...

And then... the angel of shallow water disappeared...forever and forever and forever...

The sun still appeared, leaping out of the ground vigorously...

The sun is very bright, very bright, very bright, and the golden light shines on the earth.

There are Fang Luo on the ground, Fang Luo of shallow water, the corpse of Fang Luo who belongs to the angel of shallow water, stiff stiff stiff corpses...

The wind is very strong, very big, very big... Blowing shallow water short short short short short short hair...

The sun is very dazzling, shining on the cheeks with tears, very warm, very warm, very warm...

"So... Are you satisfied, Mr...." trembling, subtle, trembling in an arc that is hard to see clearly.

An angel in shallow water... an angel with pure white wings...

"I'm going back," I don't know who I said to, but... "Kuhua."

Qianshui knows, knows, knows, has always known, Mr. Carraud has long long long hair, and his hair has the color of azure blue that Qianshui loves most.

Qianshui knows, knows, knows, has always known, Mr. Carraud doesn't talk much, and is always silent habitually, as if he knows everything, as if he understands everything...

'Kuah. '

Mr. Crowder's name is Crow, Mr. Crowder's name is Crow, and Mr. Crowder has never let shallow water approach...

Qian Shui believed in Mr. Carraud, firmly believed that he believed in Mr. Carraud, so he believed desperately, but...Mr. Carraud did not believe in Qian Shui, never believed it...

Crying, crying silently...

Qianshui hates to cry, but her eyes are moist, but... her vision is blurred, but... the scenery is blurred...

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