Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

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In the clear blue sky, the sun exuding unusually dazzling brilliance conveyed a strong dizzying heat, as if standing on a large area of ​​finely divided lions dyed red in sauce, covering a large area of ​​the eyes.

The lips with a good-looking lip shape show dryness that cannot be called plump due to the excessively hot temperature, and the slightly raised lip skin shows the message of extreme thirst. The thick black border occupies two-thirds of the face. The framed glasses reflect a pale and almost nothingness as the pace advances, and the beautifully curved jaw that could have been peeked out is also covered by the same thick collar. It's... sent.

The skyless dusk, the fading starlight.

The staggering pace may be due to the body's inability to withstand the scorching sun, or the extreme resistance of the fish's body instinct. The instinct cycle produced by itself makes the body reflect the behavior it does not want to show.

The distance is too far, the progress is too slow...

The figure is petite, and the slightly floating collar reveals a little black silk, soft and black, like... night.

In comparison, the trailing figure was much taller, with slender limbs, moderately long to cover part of his appearance, but... the tragic white could be vaguely seen.

Different from the previous paleness, it is a kind of indescribable white, bloodless but at the same time has a deadly allure, just like a vampire, if there is no upward arc, it seems to be a smile that is not a smile The angle of view is nothingness... yet it has an absolute sense of reality.

In a trance, the footsteps were unsteady, the petite figure swayed, tried hard to adjust the posture, but in the end it still fell down suddenly, the chest heaved violently, the mouth was opened, and the air was breathed heavily, so that the oxygen was full Filling all the lungs, I feel the feeling as if I have gained hope.

The trailing figure walked lightly, then stopped, looking at the figure who seemed to be unable to breathe, thinking in front of him, as if thinking, and finally stretched out his palm with the same color as his lips, slightly curved fingers showing a relaxed state Slowly approaching the figure who was struggling to support his whole body.

The distance is not too far away, the body seems to be able to feel the temperature, as if to hear the breath.

"I hate you... sir." The lips biting the lower lip suddenly opened and closed, and finally spit out such words, the voice is beautiful, as if there is no temper, and then speaks decisive words, on the contrary Affection, the opposite gesture.

"I don't hate you, Miss Qianshui..." The corners of the lips that were only showing a faint smile instantly outlined a deeper arc, gently, he said.

"But I hate sir, so... don't touch me." Enduring the desire and the pain caused by the desire, she replied, shaking her body, straightening her back, getting up from the stumble, and at the same time standing firm move forward, take a step.

The wind is blowing and the sand is flying, the sky is full, chaotic, it seems that there will never be a sun...

At that moment, the following figure spoke cruel words in a low-key, wine-like voice, "Miss Qianshui doesn't realize that such a scene looks familiar?"

The forward steps froze for an instant, and the trembling figure was hidden in the oversized clothes, making it impossible to see through...

During the pause, the voice continued again, "The lady at that time was also like this."

The tightly clenched hands were scratched by the nails, which could not be regarded as very long, and a little bloody smell wafted along the fingers, and the dry air permeated, entangled...

"Miss, don't you miss it? That feeling of despair." The excitement that came out of the voice made it possible to vaguely see a little face with a feeling of emotion and comfort even if it was covered up, and a dark forehead. The shattered hair exposed a little skin due to the wind, pale, that kind of white with a tragic touch, and the jet-black equal-armed cross shone with a silent light, that was... depravity.

"I...hate you." With patience, the slender, soft but forbearing voice spoke the final answer.

The upturned corners of the lips have an unusually sharp angle, which is a symbol of happiness, and she seems to be accustomed to stretching out her slender, pale fingers, gently groping her slightly puffy lips.

It can't be regarded as a very big town, it can't be regarded as a very rich city, the crowd is full of people...

The streets with cars coming and going can't be called spacious roads. The black and white asphalt is spread like a zebra with pure blood growing in a dark forest.

There are a few simple buildings, houses with different heights, and the last one is in the humble hotel.

The magnificence on the outside does not mean the magnificence on the inside. Simple facilities, a comfortable environment, and a peaceful crowd can be seen just by opening the windows and doors.

The old door leaf showing the age, the ring handle with peeling paint, the wooden door, and the metal decoration, so... stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

"Welcome, may I ask who are you?" The bright young man greeted enthusiastically, and asked for information that would be useful for recommendation while stepping forward to greet the guests.

"Two."

"One."

Words that overlap for a moment, words that spit out at the same moment.

The young man froze for a moment, then pulled the corners of his lips up, showing a professional smile, opened his mouth, and continued, "Excuse me, who are they?"

The petite figure turned his head, and the collar that covered his face slipped off for a moment, revealing his smooth long hair. The black thick-rimmed glasses that he didn't know when were put away were tightly held in the palm of his hand. His appearance was not outstanding, but it gave people the illusion of a halo.

"I don't know him." While speaking, the strange eyes lowered their gaze, staring at the patent leather round-toed boots with a little dust.

"She is my fiancée, I accidentally made her angry just now, don't worry about the quarrel now, we just need a room." Stretching out his hand and tugging on the clothes that concealed his appearance, the black equal-armed cross appeared slightly from time to time, The dark pupils of unknown depth are like... stagnant water.

"I don't know him." Biting her lower lip lightly, the girl's crisp voice repeated what she just said, furrowing her brows that were originally stretched out as if to prove something.

At this time, the young man saw the girl's eyes, strange, absolutely attractive pupils, dark, fairy-like left eye and... right eye with overlapping... pupils.

"Shallow water, you have to play your temper and don't be in front of outsiders. I was wrong to make you angry before, and I will make it up to you." After finishing speaking, the black-haired man reached out to stop the girl's narrow shoulders, with a soft expression and gentle movements. It was a The husband who is about to be but still tolerant and pampering his wife who is still in the childish personality period is not the thoughtfulness shown by a gentleman at the same time.

"I don't know you." Eyes lowered, long eyelashes covering the eyes with different pupils, the upper teeth close to the lower lip, biting, as the man approached, it became deeper and deeper, and some depth was faintly visible. dent marks.

"Aren't you going to forgive me?" The man said with the corners of his lips raised, his eyebrows drawn down to a certain extent, and his expression aggrieved.

"I think... one room is better." Seeing that the man who is a fiance is not forgiven by his fiancee, the young man hurriedly opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere, but he caught a glimpse of the girl's eyes in his mouth.

Sad, painful... yet gentle, like... an angel...

Pure white bedding, fluffy pillows, when you turn your head, you can see the still blue sky outside the window, a blue without any impurities, but... lifeless.

"I...hate you." The pure white pure white dress, the long long long hair, has a dark color, but... warm.

"I don't hate you." The black black equal-armed cross, the pitch-black jet-black hair, the raised head, the only visible thing is the lip line raised at a certain angle. Said like a voice.

'I hate you... sir. '

'But... I don't hate you...'

The author has something to say: This volume is the final volume, and I originally wanted to finish it within a day, but it seems that I still have a lot of love for this article recently, so I will post a chapter first, and the subsequent updates are still uncertain.

There are still so many bricks...

There are still so many dissatisfied messages...

I think it's better to end it early...

Save yourself the hassle...

Many people think that this kind of writing is very eye-catching and makes people feel dizzy.

can't go on,

But I also said that this is an experimental product of changing styles, if you don't like it, you don't have to watch it.

I don't ask so many people to like my articles,

But... this is my painstaking effort, and it is also the feeling that I want to express but can't realize,

I don't want anyone to insult my text,

I don't want to see someone say something sarcastic in a rhetorical tone,

If you don't want to watch it, please detour,

I didn't stop you, did I?