Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 9

Painful and distorted face, eyes full of red...

Hate……

The sweet smile, the deep dimples, the beautiful arc outlined, the eyes full of red...

hatred……

Long hair color, like the color of fine silver products, dazzling and dazzling brilliance...

hate...

The outstretched limbs, the tendency to stretch forward, the bent bones, the fingers protruding forward...

tears...

What came from the neck was a slightly higher temperature, as if it wanted to scald someone, but it stopped in an extremely appropriate way, and no longer rose. The soft hair was as smooth as silk that I had experienced before. The color is... pitch black.

Tighten the angle of the arms to outline a closer distance, lower the height of the drooping head, and the slightly trembling body between the heads...

"Corpse... son..." whispered softly, as if wanting to be redeemed, he spoke in a weak, struggling voice, calling for help.

Clearly know, clearly understand, clearly...understand, of...

Those who clearly want to be saved, those who clearly want to be redeemed, those who clearly...obviously...know...

"Corpse, I'm not a good person, I'm not an angel...I'm not...No..." Shaking her head, her black and straight hair swayed in a messy but extremely beautiful trajectory, and finally, it fell down...

"Corpse...I...not, an angel..." Suddenly raised his head, suddenly sounded a sharp tone as if shooting a bow and arrow, the black thick-rimmed glasses slipped down, and the small bridge of the nose was too heavy because it couldn't support it weight and let it slide.

"Boom."

The crisp voice spread along the lonely and somewhat excessive air...

"Crack."

The moment it hit the dark gray j□j colored ground, obvious holes and cracks appeared on the originally flat and thick lens...

The delicate face, the tightly closed eyes, the posture looking up as if praying, the arms wrapped around, the strange eyes of the black kitten who is close to the body and feels the warmth all over the body, weird... coordination...

Slightly wrinkled brows, tightly pursed lips, raised angles showing the corners of lips that are too pale and sickly, a little black hair hangs down, covering part of the face while revealing a little desolate look illusion.

The liquid that glistened with dazzling white light smoothly flowed down, and there were traces on the petite cheeks...

O God, my most merciful Mother...

Maria...

Jesus the Savior...

Please give your people blessings...

Please...have mercy on your whim...

save life……

Redeem the people who serve you...

So praying, so extravagantly begging, so... so... so, thinking...

The head tilted back suddenly, as if the body was about to fall in the next second, straightened the hair stained with jet black, and turned the face towards the blue sky.

Tears flowed smoothly, dripping a little on the chest showing the wrinkled pure white dress, blurred and spread, like... Tumi...

"Tick."

The sound of liquid hitting rough ground.

The cat boy with a high temperature around his neck straightened his small head and turned around without knowing the world, looking at the girl with strangely colored eyes.

A little bit of glass shards were scattered beside the legs, and there seemed to be light for a moment, dazzling brilliance, pure white...pure white light...

"Miss Qianshui, wake up." The low, hoarse but extremely sexy voice was transmitted to the too shallow eardrum through the vibration of the air.

Slowly opening his eyes, the single overlapping pupils are reflected in faint black, tragic white... there are even more tragic colors...

The deep eyes are like... stagnant water.

The pure white bandages are tied round and round, and there is a divine illusion in an instant, that is...God, is...God Emperor...

The corners of the lips are always pulled up, and the overly sickly white lips outline lines that are not very clear, and the earrings on the earlobes glow with a faint blue light... Like, the sea...

Stretching out the palm, turning the palm of the hand, revealing the skin that can clearly see the traces, the deepened lip line, the dark eyes... there is nothing... nothing...

Hesitating, speculating, thinking, and then slowly stretching out his slender and pale fingers, retreating while moving forward, fearing and hoping at the same time.

The cold fingertips touch the same cold palm, maybe... even more...

Slowly straightened knees, gradually rising waist, the pure white pure white dress regained its original smooth texture due to the straightened body, the milky white stockings were stained with a little dust, a little gray, and the round lacquered leather The patent leather shoes on the scalp are slightly tilted.

"Sir..." He opened and closed his pale and sickly lips with a little pouty skin, speaking and muttering in a soft and heart-warming voice.

Very thin, very small, but... can hear...

The overlapping gazes reflected the slender and pale fingers, while moving the direction, they vaguely touched the still cold skin, followed the soft lines of the slender neck and finally reached the already attractive throat...

"Sir... sir?" Raising the angle of view, tilting his head slightly upwards, his slightly tilted posture shows a scene that makes people unbearable to touch.

While passing through the smooth and long black hair, he shrunk the distance between his palms and held tightly...

Slowly, gradually, slowly...tighten...

Difficulty breathing, his pale face suddenly turned red due to insufficient oxygen, and the pain of extreme hypoxia caused the body to act reflexively, elevating his toes and using good ligaments to perform like a ballet dancer Graceful movements, flipping and stretching the fingers that are still touching the cold palm, struggling to open the palm that seems to be about to steal the soul...

"...Mr.... Sir...?" Confiding the words with difficulty, his mind was dizzy due to the extreme lack of oxygen and showed symptoms of semi-coma, and he barely opened a few eyes, looking in the direction of... the black .

The dark and deep pupils did not reveal any emotion, and the white lips that showed a sickness and tragedy still outlined a three-point childish and seven-point cruel arc. A shallow smile defined the boundary between smiling and not smiling, ambiguous...

The lungs use up the last limited oxygen, the cells have no more nutrients to send, the frequency of the beating heart gradually decreases, the brain becomes dizzy, and the body naturally enters a state of suspended animation according to the original cycle...

dark……

It seems endless...

"Meow~" There was a small voice, a weak cry, but one sound was louder than the other...

The last scene before losing his intuition is the helpless exchange of the black kitten, with its teeth bared and its hair standing upside down...

Black...without any color...black.

"Bang Dang." The sound of tableware falling.

"Meow~" The small voice, the faint call, the silky touch on the skin...

The beating of the heart, the clarity of the brain, the concentration of sight... and then...

"Sir... sir?" He said timidly, opening and closing his lips that were too pale and sickly, and his voice drifted out...

The one hand tied with the eye-catching pure white color bandage was casually flipping through the books, hearing the voice, raised his head in doubt, and looked at the source of the voice with hidden doubts in his dark and deep eyes.

"What's the matter?" Asked without any color, the low but hoarse and sexy voice entered the eardrum and filled the brain.

"It's nothing..." All of a sudden, he lowered his eyes and turned his perspective to look out of the slightly opened window.

The sky is blue and beautiful...

The strap with pure white dazzling color was stained with a little red for a while...

Yinyin...

Faint gradually...

The author has something to say:

No one has read my text... (Looking at the sky helplessly)

Please read it together...otherwise you will not understand...

My daughter and Tuanzi still have a long way to go...

Halfway through...

It's over...

Just sauce...