Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 14

The branches are dense, stretching the branches and leaves while exuding a green luster, which may be due to the abundance of chlorophyll, or the reason why the sun is too lazy. The air is very fresh and beautiful...

"Why... don't you want to?" I was stunned for a moment, my body stiffened for a moment, and then eased up, changing my nerves with the habit that has become an instinct of the body, showing a soft and seemingly all-embracing look. With an expression, the corners of the lips are pulled up, outlining a beautiful line, the corners of the eyes are lowered to a certain extent, and the body is relaxed.

"Huh? Miss Qianshui didn't feel disgusted by Ku Hua's actions at that time?" With a slightly raised tone, one eyebrow raised, the left hand reaching for the pocket paused inadvertently, opened the eye sockets, and then asked.

"Mr. Callaude... did nothing wrong..." The head drooped suddenly, and the hair fell down, covering most of the face. What I saw for a moment was the still upturned corners of the lips, the pale color, and the thick and overly morbid...

"That's not what the young lady said when that little vampire died." Looking sideways, the green pupils rolled along the lower eye sockets, and the left hand, which was in a pause, continued the action it wanted to do just now, inserted it, and pouted , the fingertips touched something cool to the touch, took it out, and looked away, "What did Miss Hou say at that time? Let me think about it..."

Fiddled with the small machine that was loosely held in the palm of the pocket, and the unique texture of the metal impact produced a series of sounds similar to 'tick-tick' like the sound of rain, intermittently, moving fingers, leaning back Then the head was straightened at a speed that is not very slow in the eyes of ordinary people, and the fingers suddenly increased their strength, and only heard a "click", "At that time, Miss Hou seemed to ask Ku Hua, saying, 'Why... Mr. Callaud will be here...' and so on."

The teeth touched the lower lip, and gradually, little by little, the lips appeared wrinkled, probably due to excessive force, and the surrounding skin gathered in the direction of excessive force, slowly, slowly...

"Actually, Ms. Qianshui knows, right?" The fingers stopped suddenly, probably dissatisfied with the ending state of the activity, so they resigned their hands angrily, and the strangely shaped mobile phone turned out beautiful patterns between the nimble fingers, and moved steadily. Catch it, when she raised her eyes, her golden bangs shook a few times, her emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, she opened and closed her mouth, and said so.

The palm covered with pure white bandages was raised lightly, the fingers flipped, and gently slid across the pale lips that were also sick but showing different whites, groped, paused, and continued.

The bright red color against the flawless white... Dazzling, piercing...

"Miss actually knows, right? Our beliefs, our way and... the means." For a moment, he leaned closer to the face that was drooping, showing only a small part of his face, and the tip of his nose lightly touched the face that was blown by the not-so-great wind. A little messy hair, jet black... with, light... "That's why I use my ability, Kurolo, no, it should be said that the box given to the young lady by the leader is not for him, you are disappointing Thanks to the painstaking efforts of my team leader~" The squinted eyes are tightly closed, and at first glance they seem to be glued together, and the curved lines set off the sunshine-like smile, which makes people feel like The illusion of warmth from the bottom of my heart, but it is...

so cold...

"But the little lady is really true. If you know everything, you can't say it~ It's impolite~ Besides, that little vampire understands things better than the little lady~ Knowing what offends us...isn't it That's easy to solve~" He straightened his body, pulled away the face that was deliberately approaching, with a smile on his lips, crossed his arms, and opened his mouth.

The action of the dead bite suddenly loosened, and the teeth instinctively produced mucus due to maintaining the same action for a long time, and there was a little stickiness at the moment of opening and closing, and then, it didn't sound very good, but it was extremely soft, soft It seems that even in the most painful time, you can forget everything and smooth everything. The voice flutters out, softly, gently, telling...

"I... like Lala, I like Nuonuo, I like Fang Luo, I like Miss..." The raised head was too slow, and the opposite expression appeared on the exposed face one by one, the corners of the lips were still raised, the same Eyes showing brilliance, black, but...so warm...

"So? Hate us?" Frowning brows, narrowed green eyes flashed light, faint blue...

"I like Mister, I like Mister Callaud, I like Mr. Knight, I like Mr. Feitan..." The words that were not swallowed because of interruption continued, the angle of the lips deepened, and the lips closed gently. Shallow eyelids, with a slight brilliance, said, "Even if Lala is gone, even if Fang Luo disappears, even if Miss has no warmth, but... I still like Mr., I still like Mr. Callaud, I still like Mrs. Mr. Knight, I still...like, Mr. Feitan...is born..."

"Humph!" Turning the head around, the voice coming from under the nose, if the slightly red cheeks are ignored, it may be more convincing, but the too high collar should be able to cover some That's right.

"Really?" There is a little bit of incomprehension, incomprehension, even the most innocent people can maintain themselves after seeing such a deep darkness... very few...

Doubtful, maintaining an unsure attitude, so he asked in reply.

"I know, even if Mr. Callaud doesn't say it, Mr. Knight knows. Mr. Knight has thousands of ways to know where Fang Luo is. Mr. Knight has thousands of ways to know where Fang Luo is..." stretched Stretch out your fingers, bend the not-so-obvious joints, lightly touch the black thick-rimmed glasses that show slight signs of dust on the table next to you, touch, gently...

"Miss is such a strange person." The finger that was caressing the pale lips that showed a morbid feeling stopped, pulled a little distance, and then opened and closed, confiding in such an intoxicating low voice emotion.

"Fang Luo is an angel, an angel with very small wings, so... I want to see more, I want to try to see if I can change what I wrote... It's just like this..." The hands cooperated and opened the hand Stacked spectacle frames, eyes closed, fingers pulled closer, straddling the straight black hair, inserting into the seat behind, smiling... freeze frame.

Standing on tiptoes, turning the angle, turning 180 degrees, turning the body backwards, and pulling down the corners of the eyes, looking through the thick glass lens at the old wooden door, with peeling paint and a decaying smell ...

"Mr. Carraud...won't you come in?" The teeth biting his lips for a moment, the slightly painful look, but very short, fleeting, so he used his usual voice and the most brilliant smile Open and close the mouth, activate the teeth, let the tip of the tongue rotate, and let the voice come out.

It’s okay, it’s not Mr. Callaud’s fault, it’s not Mr. Knight’s fault, it’s not Mr. Feitan’s fault, and it’s not Mr. Feitan’s fault, so...it’s okay...

Thinking like this, whispering like this, keeping your eyes straight, let the single overlapping eyes shine into the image, let some overflowing tears recede to your eyes, don't cry...don't cry...don't cry.

A patch of black, suddenly, unexpectedly...a patch of black...

The eyelids are familiar with the smell of rust like seawater. The friction of the fabric produces a little pain. It is not very thick, probably because the binding is very firm, and the water absorption has become better. , slightly salty.

"Sir... first?" Patience, it's okay, patience, it's okay, so... don't cry.Don't let the voice sound trembling, and the lips that outline the arc can't fall.It's okay, you can still laugh, it's okay, you can bear it, it's okay... don't cry.

"It's windy, go change your clothes." A little voice passed through the skin that touched it, and I heard...

Lala is gone, Nuonuo is gone, Fang Luo has become cold, Miss has lost any warmth...it's not Mr.'s fault...it's not Mr.'s fault...so...it's okay...

don't cry...

don't cry...

don't cry.

The author has something to say: I am not a stepmother...

I'm not a stepmother...

I'm not a stepmother...

Let's look at it together...

Otherwise, I can't understand it... Although even if you read it together, you may not understand it...

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

There are still seven chapters to finish...