Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

Magician 4

False words, sweet temptations, and gorgeous words are woven into a world that lasts forever.

'Do you love me? '

'I love you, my beautiful princess. '

Words that go against your will, lies that betray your true feelings, maybe this is what a magician really looks like.

The fluttering sandy curtains show some curved folds under the action of the open glass windows, and occasionally the breeze blows and then shakes out beautiful lines.

The girl's back is slender and hazy, giving people a sense of trance, making people unable to see what it is, which can drive people crazy and crazy.

The head raised high, the light irradiated by the brilliant brilliance, the pure white dazzling that seems to be able to hurt people, what the boy will always see is the back of the girl, and what will be left behind will always be the girl who seems to be born with The aroma of sunflowers.

Fingers crossed, in a state of prayer, opened and closed as if singing something, but... no sound can be heard, as if there are invisible hands in the air, stopping the spread of sound rays and the flow of air , time... seems to stop...

The blond hair is so smooth, the jellyfish green eyes are tightly closed, the white eyelids are trembling, causing the eyelashes to tremble slightly, everything is so beautiful, everything is so sacred.

The girl at that time believed in gods, the ethereal, ethereal, but ever-present gods, the belief in her heart, the education her body received instinctively, that was everything she had, and it was all she tried to accept.

At that time, the boy believed in the gods, because the girl believed so much, because the girl was so beautiful, and the beauty could make him forget all the pain. She said, 'that smile is not suitable for you. 'So he stopped smiling, showing that smile that was as warm as sunshine.Pulling the corners of the lips, raising them at a certain angle, and then showing a fake, gentle smile that is like a mask, but able to protect oneself.

The girl at that time believed in the gods and prayed every day, non-stop, non-stop, non-stop praying, begging, begging to be saved, but...time is moving, and the emptiness The pendulum cannot be stopped...

The velvet quilt with a dark crimson luster has an unusual bloody look under the dim light, and the slender pink fingers are playing with the long golden hair again and again on the chest, slightly pulling it closer. The distance from the man next to him, and then with a sweet, ignorant smile, he continued to ask meaningless answers, "Then...how much do you love me?"

Maybe it was because the lights were too dark, maybe it was because the room was too extravagant, the man's face wasn't very clear, but... there was light in those iron-gray eyes, flashing by, but it was so bright that it couldn't be ignored.

"Of course I love you very much." Kiss, crazy, unstoppable kiss, followed by the most primitive, war between man and woman.

In the light, the girl turned around, but in the boy's eyes, it was so slow, as if time had only widened the scale for him, allowing him to see clearly, not just clearly, but engraved into the bone marrow , mind, and then... body...

The soft light refracted on the girl's face, making the lines softer and making the negligible tiny hairs dyed into a gold-plated color that people couldn't take their eyes off. It was a painting, a beautiful and soul-stirring picture.

"When will I be redeemed?" The slightly drooping eyebrows, the corners of the eyes curved downwards, revealing a sad look in the eyes.

The boy has seen the girl's expression, many, many, many...but...but...he has never seen the girl's tears, even after countless ironic words, and how many strange eyes she has endured, the tears that are like jewels in the sea have not fallen, crystal clear as if The crystal beads of liquid...

The slightly salty water slowly slid down the girl's soft cheeks, and then fell on the spotless pure white dress on the chest, blooming into a beautiful shape like a tumultuous flower.

"I'm already very tired, Shan Gu, when can I die?" Sobbing, a slightly trembling voice resounded throughout the empty room.

"Shanlu... When will I wither like a sunflower?" The long-white hands trembling like they haven't seen the light all year round stretched out to the tear-stained cheeks, and the jellyfish green eyes looked at the seat with their hands resting on them. The head was tilted fifteen degrees, as if it was deliberately placed at the perfect angle, and then asked, asking questions that would never be answered.

At this time, Shanlu is not a magician, Shanlu at this time can't do anything, and Shanlu at this time... still has nothing...

The smooth skin, like the addictive smell of poppies, the ignorant Her Royal Highness twisted her waist as if she was lowering the dirtiest jj, making her body make an angle that was absolutely unbearable at ordinary times, catering to her closely In front of him was a man with short hair that shone like flames.

She can be happy, she must be happy, can't she?

'This is the sunflower, the flower that always follows the sun, my favorite flower. '

There was once a girl with the most beautiful smile who said such words to a boy who had not yet become a magician, and then the boy tried his best to make himself fall in love with the flowers with the dazzling colors like the sun.

'Shan, do you know?There really are gods in this world, so we have to firmly believe, so that the gods will bestow mercy on us on a whim. 'The girl with the most dazzling smile once said such words to the silent boy standing behind her in the most dazzling light, and then the boy was ruthless, as if devoting his life to believe in the gods.

'When will I be redeemed? 'The girl who only smiled at the boy in the past shed tears. The tears that looked like gems in the sea asked the boy. The boy was still very young at that time, and the boy at that time didn't have the strength to answer, so he could only watch. Eyes wide open, watching with distressed eyes.

Pushing forward again and again, jjj again and again, as if for the belief that is about to be betrayed, as if for the withered smile that is in full bloom...

The outstretched hands, bent at an angle, make the arms slightly curved, able to accommodate a person's natural angle, hugging, hugging very lightly, hands trembling, body vibrating slightly , the finger touches the soft, straight and dazzling blond hair that seems to be absolutely maintained, and the texture with obvious wrinkles is touched through the long hair, which can only be realized when the clothes are made. It is hard but not to mention the wrinkles of soft fabrics.

"I'm sorry." For the first time, the boy spoke for the first time, and for the first time, the boy spoke for the first time.

That soft, soft sound, like snowflakes falling on the ground in winter, and then slowly melting, slowly deforming, slowly... permeating...

At that time, Shanlu was not a magician, and Shanlu had no ability to do anything at that time, but...he already had something important, and he didn't want to let go, the most important thing...

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