Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 10

The fingers that are slowly flipping through the books show a thick and sickly pale, slender, slender, slightly long nails, but they are very clean, revealing the unique cultivation of the holder.

The lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling have a tragic color, that is... white, always outlines a light arc, the brows are furrowed from time to time, the light flashes from time to time, the eyes are dark, deep, like... stagnant water .

You shouldn't see any emotions, you shouldn't be able to see through any emotions, but... always revealing something from time to time...

There is a cross on the forehead of the same morbid color, black, like the wooden stake that cannot stand behind the Son of God who was hanged to death at the stake, the blood is red, but it is black after drying...

The color of pitch black...

Leaning on some worn-out wooden window sills, her jet-black hair hangs down her narrow shoulders a little, provocatively revealing her slender fairness, as if you can see the bloody neck clearly, tilted at a certain angle, making the weight of her body stand out For thin, pure white... walls.

Pale and slender fingers caressed the curly hair one after another, clinging to the smooth and dark hair of the cat boy with a low temperature body. The white and white dress was spread out, showing a slight wrinkle and carelessness Turning and pulling upwards, you can see the beautiful and beautiful eyes like a fairy, without a trace of pupil, without any color, and then... darkness...

Overlapping, strange...curse...

There is no focal length, it seems to be staring at something, but it seems that nothing is being watched... The empty air permeates the space that is not too big, and the illusory objects... in, in the heart...

With the gentle stroking of fingers, Maoren, who had the same strange feeling, squinted slightly, shaking his beard with a certain length as if enjoying it...

finger down...

"bump."

Muffled.

"Meow~" With a small voice and a faint call, she opened her strangely colored eyes with a slight sense of doubt, raised her small head, and looked at the sleeping angel-like... girl.

"Crack." The wooden armchair rubbed against the slightly rough ground and made such a sound, straightened his knees, moved the distance, and leaned slightly while approaching.

The broken hair, which seemed to be stained with an unknown color, dangled in front of the gorgeous and heavy cross tattoos, and finally covered up the deep... Unforgettable traces.

"Shallow water?" He lowered his voice, and spoke with his unique voice, which was low but very mellow like wine.

The answer was... silence...

There is no sound, there is no soft and soft voice like the warm sun in the afternoon, no movement, no clean and elegant movements that seem clearer than the stream...

nothing... nothing... nothing...

Stretching out his palms, turning them over, he trembled slightly imperceptibly while getting close to his body.

Low body temperature, rising and falling chest that can't be seen unless you look carefully, slow breathing, accompanied by a little sound produced by the oxygen entering and exiting.

still...alive...

There was a little itching on the back of his hand, and he turned his gaze, and what he saw was the jet-black hair color that belongs to angels...

black...but with light...

what is that……

Slightly moving body, slightly soaked dress, probably due to its thin texture, after being soaked in sweat, it can be peeped, slender body, petite and delicate face...

lips...pale...

Changing the water and slipping... The lower lip that I bit lightly gradually deepened, as if I was enduring something, biting hard, hard, hard...

"I hate... 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.

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

'But I hate sir, so... don't touch me. 'The gesture of refusal, the resolute tone, the evasive body still showed a faint sense of collapse, shaking, but suddenly became extremely ethereal...

Wen Tun's personality makes him do nothing else, just move forward, thinking about the front without looking back, striding forward, with all the stubbornness...

Angels... also have a temper...

Changing the distance between the arms, shrinking the bones, changing the posture, and changing the direction while embracing.

As if weightless to the touch, soft body, smaller than imagined, jet-black hair wandering in the empty space due to the effect of gravity, reflecting a dazzling white luster...

Sighing softly, as if he was thinking about something, he showed a helpless pampering expression, his eyes were dark and deep... inside... there was, light...

The height of the arms is lowered, so that the body that can hardly feel any weight in the hands touches the futon that is not soft but still has the function of heat preservation. It may be because it is well organized, it is very soft.

Some eyelids that are too shallow are transparent, but you can see the tiny blood vessels attached to them, the light green or deep red blood flow, not fast, but it will not appear slow...

The slender and pale fingers were curled, showing a serious sense of morbidity, and the pale, dry lips that were still tightly pressed when they slowly approached and loosened their jaws also showed a morbid dryness.

There is a slight prickling feeling on the fingertips, pause.

Lowering the original height of the body, the handsome face, the deep eyes...

The pale lips were close to the slightly exposed skin above the oversized black thick-rimmed glasses that occupied a third of the handsome face...

kiss……

Maybe not a kiss.

maybe not close...

because it stopped...

in the void...

He straightened his body, raised the distance, flipped his fingers, and gently groped the pale but extremely sensual lips.

He stretched out his empty hand, without getting close to any inch of skin, without touching any part...just pure, simple, purely drawing the lip line, portraying the delicate face of a sleeping girl like an angel...

The black kitten turned its head, its strange eyes watched everything, occasionally lifted its front paws to scratch its hair, and stretched out the tip of its tongue that was always hidden in its mouth to caress its whole body...

'Sir...you, will you still kill people? 'The timid voice, the soft tone, the tone of a child who has done something wrong, the posture of turning his back, pausing the busy work of his fingertips, so asking.

"You know..." The whisper after the silence, seemed to answer like a soliloquy.

Turning around, the girl's figure was expelled from sight, and she took a step towards... the wooden armchair with an old texture.

take a seat...

The pages are turned...

The bandage tied on the back of the hand was exposed in an instant, and the pale strip was a little loose, with traces on it...

bright red...

The author has something to say:

More cute black deacon recently...

Ok……

I admit that the dumpling has been written out of shape by me...

Anyway, there are not many people watching...

So... so be it...

Please connect to see...

Otherwise, there will be incomprehensible situations...

There is a foreshadowing in the middle... If you can't see it, then it's not my problem...

Anyway, I reminded...

My girl's physical problems are the same as Meixi's...

If you haven't read it, you can read the manga...

Again...

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