Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

void 2

Using the elbow as a fulcrum, supporting the chin with one hand, the hair stained with the color of the dark night hangs down, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, the half-closed eyes, and the shallow eyelids seem to be sticking together There are a little gaps in it, but... I can still see it, the blessing of the left eye, the praise of the goblin, and the curse of the right eye.

Relying on the window sills with a slight tendency to peel off the simple glue paint, the petite face is not a beautiful face, the pale lips without a trace of blood are tightly pressed, and the traces that are too deep can be vaguely seen.

The wind was a bit strong, and a little bit of broken hair was blown into a mess by what could not be called a weak wind, but for a while, people could see the pattern engraved on the forehead with a tragic skin color, the dark and dark equal-armed cross, gorgeous and gorgeous Gorgeous tattoos, also with tragic white fingers slightly stretched, adjusted angles, changed postures, lightly teased, fiddled, God... no more...

As if remembering something, he retracted his fingers, lowered the range, and finally groped habitually for the beautiful lips with a little bit of desolate color.

Suddenly, I raised my head and turned the angle, but the direction I looked at was far away...

The deep eyes are pitch black, different from pure black, that is... chaos.

"Meow~" The voice was thin, tender and tender.

Hearing that, he rotated the angle of view, and what he saw in the direction of his paused gaze was a black kitten with a fur color without a trace of impurities. The strange eyes reminded him of another one...

What are you doing?

Are you ready to run away?

Ha ha……

For some reason, the lips that outlined the lip line deepened, and the jet-black eyes lit up instantly, a little... piercing.

Flip the wrist, change the angle between the arm bones, then insert it into the not-so-deep pocket on the side of the trousers, and move forward.

Staring at the unknown place in the distance, he suddenly withdrew his gaze, fiddled with the black thick-rimmed glasses tightly held between his fingers, adjusted his posture, and got up.

Do you want to go out?

If you go out, will you be found?

sir...it's scary...

Thinking like this, thinking like this, he habitually stroked his earlobe with one hand, and there was a struggling expression on his delicate face.

"Meow~" The voice was thin, tender and tender.

I lowered my gaze, rotated the angle of view, and saw...

The whole body of the kitten is pitch black, the fur color does not contain a trace of impurities, and the strange... eyes can be seen if you look closely.

Black and blue intersect, white background, slender tail curled around, intimate shouting, as if recognizing the intimate feeling.

The crowd is crowded, the crowd is surging...

The girl saw the small body, then bent down, and hugged it lightly. There was a curve around her lips, which made people feel relaxed and had a warm current passing through the curve.

She lowered her head slightly, kissed, and bestowed blessings on that small, tiny body that had lost its temperature...

"Corpse... child?"

Tilted head, dilated eye sockets, shrunk pupils, the overlapping pupils reflected the kitten's dark body staggering close...

'I'll call you Shizi, okay? ’ chuckled, and then said, smiling, the corners of his lips curled up to a perfect 45-degree angle, and, ‘I like corpses, so…don’t die. '

'My name is Qianshui, Shizi, it's Qianshui, my favorite name in this world. 'Smiling, smiling, through the thick glass lens, you can see the deep thoughts in the eyes that are as dark as the night.

The somewhat tattered door opened with a slight 'creak' sound. In the dark space, the meager light from the corridor suddenly shone in, and a petite human figure was vaguely seen.

He reached out and fumbled for the wall light switch embedded in the wall.

'click'.

Press.

The light flooded out at once, and the darkness drove away...

The embracing posture shows a thin body leaning against the cold wall, and the pure white dress shows some folds due to the curved posture, spreading and falling on the gray ground.

"Meow~" The voice was thin, tender and tender.

The small and exquisite head that belongs to cats, which are unique to animals like this, stretched out, and saw a figure entering through the door as it turned. The light was bright and quiet.

Dark hair, dark eyes, but...deep...

Pale skin, pale lips, vaguely upward angle, seemingly deepening arc.

The slanted head, the black hair is straight, but because the posture is not good, it has formed a straight line. It may be related to the heavy sleepiness, or it may be the reason of too deep sleep. The head shakes. Little by little, like a young child who can't take care of himself.

With a muffled chuckle, he walked in, then stretched out his hands with tragic white, and the cat boy turned his head as he was about to approach, his hair stood on end in an instant, as if preventing the man from continuing, using it was not slow but was still dull in the man's eyes The speed stretches out the claws.

He frowned slightly, and his dark eyes became deep for a while, showing a slight murderous look, but the effect did not necessarily improve.

The strange eyes were a little ferocious, and the mouth was bared, showing sharp teeth, as if warning something.

The furrowed brows unfolded in an instant, and the corners of the lips raised to a certain depth returned to the indistinct angle, which defined the feeling between smiling and not smiling, but the dark eyes were deeper.

The arms that are close to each other, and the encircling posture shows an unusually light weight.

The pain from the cut skin, the unique smell of blood oozing out, and the not-so-strong smell of rust spread in the not-so-spacious room.

Sight down.

A delicate face, slightly wrinkled brows, an expression that seems to be suppressing something, lightly biting the white teeth of the lower lip...the traces are distinct.

The sun engraved with dazzling brilliance rose into the azure blue sky regularly, and the golden light spread out, making the objects standing under it stained with a dazzling golden color.

The slender eyelashes trembled, and the shallow eyelids expanded instinctively because they couldn't adapt to the too strong light for a while, and finally opened slowly.

The posture with the body turned away, the sporadic black hair swaying slightly due to the breeze blowing in from the open window, the crossed legs, the posture of holding a book in one hand, and the downcast gaze.

"Sir...are you injured?" The soft voice echoed in the somewhat narrow room, hitting the weak walls, and returned.

"Nothing." He didn't look back, didn't get up, and answered in a casual tone, as if it didn't matter.

Looking down at the words engraved on the yellowed paper, the gorgeous notes, the splendid civilization, and then heard the voice from above the head, soft and gentle, as if... without temper.

"But..." Biting his lower lip lightly, he paused, speaking at intervals, worried that he couldn't express, and finally stretched out his slender hands, gently brushing the wound with obvious scars, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Repeatedly, he closed the yellowed book he was reading in his hand, closed his eyes briefly, raised his arms, and massaged the acupuncture points above the bridge of his nose with his fingertips.

"Sorry……"

Pure white bandages, circle after circle.

"Why don't you leave." The rhetorical question, but in a declarative tone.

"..."

'Why don't you leave. '

Because... can't leave...

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