Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 16

Mix the powder with pure white j□j color, add a little water, roll, knead, watch the small pink and white particles stick together, become lumps, knead the shape, flatten...

The palm that showed a pale color and was tainted with a serious sense of sickness exerted strength. It couldn't be weighed very heavy, but it had already exhausted its strength. The transparent, salty liquid like sea water slid down the softly lined cheeks. , the jet-black hair was damp, clumsily clinging to the same pale cheek, with a slight sense of temptation.

"Do you need help?" The voice full of sunshine came over, and it was not too far away, and it was a little blurry.

"No need," flipping the back of his hand, wiping the sweat that made him feel a little itchy, and then replied, "It's almost over."

Wrap the minced meat carefully, one by one...

The already boiling water is full of bubbles, like the bubbles spit out by a baby fish with a gorgeous body, fragile, but...beautiful...

Standing up, he lightly threw the wrapped object with a strange shape into the boiling water...

For a while, the smell came...

Busily moving his fingers, the liquid with black j□j tilted at an angle along the transparent but slightly stained glass bottle, the liquid slid down the small neck of the bottle, and poured into the same color of the vessel with colorful luster and frosted texture ...

Adjusting the angle of the palm, rotating the body, the pure white pure white dress unfolds a beautiful wavy line with the frequency of the rotation of the body... Landing...

"Boom." There was a small voice.

The sound of utensils hitting the wooden tabletop...

"This is dumplings, made of meat stuffing," tilted his head, the hair sticking to his neck with sweat was curving, showing a different shape from the past, not a very comfortable arc, so he flipped his fingers, Moved a little hair, "It can't be regarded as hard to eat."

The tone of the rhetorical question seemed to be asking other people, but it seemed to be asking himself.

Hearing the sound, the tableware that could not wait to stretch out suddenly stopped, the golden hair moved, revealing an extremely delicate face that clearly showed disbelief, and the green eyes revealed information that wanted to be confirmed , not the corners of the twitching lips opening and closing, confiding words, "Miss... are you sure you can eat?"

"Well..." The tilted head was buried in an instant, and a slender, although not very pleasant, but very clean voice came out of the air, and the black blanket covered all the angles that could be peeped at, "I don't I know." Lifting it up suddenly, the black thick-rimmed glasses slipped along the small bridge of the nose, vaguely setting off the degree of uncertainty.

If possible, I should be able to see the black lines of the huge words with the animation effect, but... here is also... reality...

With a stiff neck, he turned his head like a miniature robot he had seen when he was a child, gently opened his lips, and bit hard on the tableware that could not be regarded as very strong...

The expression... very aggrieved?

The black eyes rolled along the slender eye sockets, the line of sight just included the whole scene that happened, the light flashed, but the movement in the hand slowed down by half, and the iron fork went deep into it with a strange Shaped object, with a little force, a...

A strong and appetizing aroma spread out.

"Gulu." Swallowed.

Only then did she realize the meaning of the girl's doubts. She quickly stretched her arms as if she understood, and complained dissatisfiedly to the black-haired man who was sitting not far away from her, "Leader! You are too treacherous! You are about to eat It's over!"

With a smile, he outlined the corners of his lips, pursed his lips lightly, lowered the corners of his eyes, and secretly hid the syllables he was about to speak, "There is still enough in the kitchen, right?" head.

Fortunately, I have glasses, otherwise... I would be angry, right?

Thinking of this, he habitually pushed the black thick-rimmed glasses with a downward trend, and then spoke.

"Miss! You are also very treacherous!" Waving his hands, the silver tableware turned out to be a lot of colors in his hands, and there was an obvious complaint on the delicate face showing a strange expression... helpless?

"No, I'm just telling the truth." I narrowed my eyes for a moment, and then opened them wide, revealing a single eye with overlapping pupils, one side is blank, the other side is dark... "Isn't it?" Then she smiled , has the original meaning.

"Ah!! Feitan! You are not allowed to eat it!" Seeing that many foods with the title of "dumplings" were subtracted during the conversation, the blond hair shook even more violently, and the speed in the hands continued to increase, picking vegetables. At the same time, I still didn't forget to complain, but the effect didn't seem to be very obvious. As an "enemy on the battlefield", I didn't slow down my speed at all, and I kept speeding up my movements.

"Ah!!!! Leave me two!"

Suppressing a smile, suppressing the uncontrollable upward trend of the corners of the pale lips, a single overlapping pupil reflects azure... light...

There is no tendency to do anything, and the tableware is neatly placed on the dining table not far in front of him, showing a sense of alienation that is not very strong but still exists...

The sickly eyelids are lowered, and the eyes are a little down...

Biting her lower lip habitually, opening and closing...

"Mr. Callaud... don't you like it?" A little timid, a little disappointed...

Mr Callaoder... no, like...

"...Kuhua..." The voice was not very high, and it seemed a bit weak compared to the three people who looked like ghosts and gods beside them.

Slowly raising the head, puzzled emotions printed on the overlapping pupils with only monocular vision through the thick glass lenses...

"My name... Kuhua..."

The corners of the lips that had already fallen stretched again, and the soft and soft smile...so beautiful...

"Yes, Mr. Kuwa."

It turned out that Mr. Callaud didn't dislike it.

It turned out that Mr. Callaud was still Mr. Callaud.

It turns out that Mr. Callaud...is still gentle...

"There is still the kitchen, right?" Turning his head, the overly bright azure blue seemed to sting his eyes, he squinted his eyes slightly, and what he saw was a somewhat large and excessive single eye hidden behind the beautiful azure blue.

"Yes." Such an answer, with a little bit of doubt...

Then Zhanlan swayed, and the standing body that was much taller than herself blocked most of the limited vision, blocked a little light, and was a little dim, and then the light was restored in an instant, turning the body towards the direction... the kitchen ...

"Miss! It's not enough~" Turning his head and saying this, his green eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure moving towards the kitchen sharply, "Kuhua! Do you want to steal it! Treacherous! Too treacherous! ! Captain! Kuhua wants to steal it!"

The dark eyes turned instantly, staring at the body that felt a lot of stiffness during the pause...

The golden eyes revealed a murderous aura at the same time... a slightly weaker aura than the evil aura...

but……

It shouldn't be necessary...

"Boom...boom...boom..."

There was a gentle knock on the wooden door.

"I'll open the door."

Originally, I just wanted to avoid the kind of places where people have the urge to laugh out loud...

Originally, I just wanted to preserve this kind of warmth...

original……

original……

original……

very happy……

but……

'Boom...boom...boom...'

The sound of knocking on the wooden door.

'I'm going to open the door. '

Answering like this, talking like this, speaking like this...

who can that be?

Thinking of this, he stretched his fingers and felt the unique cold touch on the iron handle.

"Squeak."

Handsome appearance, familiar figure...

The pale lips that showed a strong sense of morbidity bit down instinctively, depicting deep, deep, deep marks...

"Miss~ who is it?" Mr. Knight's voice was slightly dissatisfied and...killing...

Jaws loosened... whispering...

"Crap... sir..."

'Mr Callaud...don't you like...'

'Kuah...my name...'

"What the hell... sir..."

The author has something to say: It's so cold...

so cold……

Dear...

Peace and Merry...Merry Christmas...

But... I'm not happy...

half life gone...

I'm dying……

Look at it together...or you won't understand...

My girls and regiment still have a long way to go...

There are five more chapters left...

almost……

It's almost here...