Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

life 9

On the first day of the week, at dawn, the women came to the tomb with the spices they had prepared, and saw that the stone had been rolled away from the tomb.

They went in, but they did not see the body of the Lord Jesus.

Nuonuo died, lying on the cold floor beyond recognition.

Nuonuo's blood is very red, the red color makes Qianshui feel so dazzling, so bright, so...so longing...

Lala died, lying in front of Nuonuo with her eyes wide open.

Nuonuo's expression was horrifying, horrifying, making Qianshui accuse, hate, and... contempt...

Qian Shui watched Nuo Nuohong's blood slowly solidify like the most beautiful camellia, but couldn't make any sound.The blood is very red, the red is like the most dazzling blooming on the top of the mountain - twilight...

Qian Shui watched Lala's expression gradually become stiff, and the hatred was so obvious in his wide-open eyes, but he couldn't find any excuse to refute.

Qianshui watched Nuonuo's body getting colder and colder, but there was nothing he could do.

Qianshui looked at Lala with increasingly chaotic eyes, but he couldn't face it squarely.

Running in shallow water, struggling to escape with all the strength.

The body curled up in the quilt was trembling, so protruding, so pitiful.Tighten the quilt, like the last hope of a dying person, not wanting to let go.

Curled up, the hands that tightened the quilt embraced the still trembling body through the thick quilt, biting his lower lip, biting, biting fiercely, until he tasted the taste of blood in his mouth, until his throat The frightening undiminished hunger and thirst were suppressed by the bloody smell in the mouth, until there was a deep bite mark on the pale lower lip, which was paler than thin paper, until the sensitive tip of the tongue felt When I reached the deep marks on my lips, I slowly and uneasyly let go...

In the midst of suspicion, suddenly there were two people standing beside them, their clothes shining.The women were terrified and dropped their faces to the ground.Then the two men said to them, "Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you when he was in Galilee, saying, 'Man must be handed over to sinners. crucified in his hand, and on the third day he was raised again.'" Then they remembered what Jesus had said, and they returned from the tomb and told all these things to the eleven apostles and others.

Qianshui didn't know why he fell asleep and woke up again. Qianshui liked Nuonuo and Lala, but Nuonuo died, and his body froze in front of Qianshui. Corpse worms crawling and rotting... unsightly...

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, but Nuonuo is dead, and Lala is also dead, Qianshui likes, Nuonuo and Lala, whom Qianshui likes very much, are dead.

Shallow water fear, panic, fear, are all eroding the fragile heart.

Shallow water... want to go home...

Qianshui doesn't know why he came here, Qianshui thought he liked it, so he desperately liked it, but... Qianshui couldn't do it...

Qianshui doesn't know why he came here, Qianshui thinks he likes it here, so he tries his best to like it, but... Qianshui has no choice...

Qianshui wanted to go back, wanted to go back, wanted to go back madly, so Qianshui left Mr. Cao Mo, left the city with Mr. Cao Mo, Qianshui came to Pandora.

Qianshui likes Pandora, because Pandora has the taste of "home". Although it is still not, Qianshui feels very familiar, so Qianshui stayed.

Here Qianshui met Nuonuo and Lala.

Nono is very cute and cute.

Lara is very gentle and gentle.

Qianshui likes Nuonuo and Lala.

But...they died...

Die in shallow water!

Qianshui wants to... go 'home'...

"O Lord, hear my prayer,

Heed my cry.

I weep, please don't be silent,

for I am a stranger before you.

please forgive me

To restore my strength before going instead of going back. "

Qianshui doesn't believe in God, and never believed in God, but his brother believed in him. Diving likes his brother, so Qianshui has followed his brother's belief since then.

Silently reciting the Book of Songs that his elder brother often chanted, he closed his eyes, the thin eyelids covered the deep black and overlapping pupils, which could clearly see even the subtle blood vessels.

In an instant, the light disappeared, and the darkness fell, only the sound of the breeze blowing in the ears from time to time, and the soft touch of the thick bedding made Qianshui feel as if he was in the arms of his brother, very warm, with the peace of mind unique to his family.

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, so when the sky shows a pale belly again, Qianshui knows that he cannot be weak.

Qianshui likes Nuonuo and Lala, so when the light shines on the earth again, Qianshui knows that he wants to bury Nuonuo and pray for Lalazuo.

Qianshui likes Nuonuo, likes Lala, likes very much...

Suppressing a series of reflexive physiological cycles produced by the body's instincts, suppressing the forced suppression of the throat makes shallow water have the desire to escape.Qian Shui was still wearing a pure white dress of the same color as Nuo Nuo's, and her short hair that reached her shoulders was slowly moving forward in the air blown by the morning breeze.

Qianshui likes Nuonuo and Lala, so even if he is afraid, even if he is afraid, he still moves forward and does not look back, because if he turns back, he will regret it. Qianshui hates regrets, so...never look back.

The soft fingers gently brushed over the indelible relief carved into the brain. The soft facial features of the Virgin Mary presented an expression that countless people felt kindly in the hazy sunlight, and the lips carved out of hard marble faintly With a gentle trance expression.Then there is Jesus, the Son of God in the hands of the Virgin. Even though it is only a relief carved from hard marble, it seems to have a soul. The milky white eyes contain a gentle and cruel expression.That's contempt for people, that's the kind of pity that only those who seem to be in the highest position will show.

Using a little force, Qian Shui knew that the seemingly heavy mahogany door in front of him was actually so heavy that even a young child could still push it open easily.

In the deep black and overlapping pupils, there is no blood-red eyes, no debris everywhere, no Nuo Nuo with distorted face, no Lala with eyes wide open and full of hatred.

nothing... nothing...

The bookcase is still clean, as clean as when it came to a shallow level, with traces of being tidied up.

There is no heavy smell of blood that makes people feel dizzy, no eyes that make Qianshui feel dirty, no stiff corpses full of insects.

nothing... nothing...

"Qian Shui, you are here. Hurry up, or the administrator will be scolded if he sees it."

The voice came from the front of the body, with a neutral voice that could not distinguish between male and female.

The eye sockets slowly widened, and the overlapping pupils shrunk slightly. What was reflected in the deep black eyes was the boy's gentle smile. The hearty smile softened the lines on the not-so-good-looking face.

"La...lala...?"

Qianshui's voice trembled a little, but Qianshui didn't pay attention.

Qianshui's expression was a little too panicked, but Qianshui didn't care.

"What's wrong?" The boy tilted his head slightly to express his confusion.

"Lara?"

Qianshui's voice trembled a little, but Qianshui felt very lucky, very lucky, very lucky.

"It's me, what's the matter?" The boy's face became more and more confused, and then he looked at the girl who flew over in a panic.

"Lala, it's Lala, it's Lala..." Qianshui just kept repeating, non-stop, non-stop.

It's good that Lara isn't dead.

"Shallow water? What's the matter?" The boy's body was a little stiff, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of scaring the girl who was holding onto him tightly.

"La la, la la, la la..."

It's good that Lara isn't dead.

"Shallow water?" Some high-pitched voices came from outside the door, with some disbelief.

"Nono..."

Letting go of the boy who was obviously stiff, Qianshui rushed out of the door, and then... hugged the girl who still had an expression of disbelief.

It's good that Lara isn't dead.

It's good that Nuonuo didn't die.

Qianshui likes Lala and Nuonuo, it's good that they didn't die.

Tears kept falling like pearls with broken strings, and splashed drop by drop onto Qianshui's chest, which was as pure white as Nuonuo's dress, and then bloomed like tea leaves.

It's good that Lara isn't dead.

It's good that Nuonuo didn't die.

Qianshui likes Lala and Nuonuo, it's good that they didn't die.

The author has something to say:

It's rare to learn how to map and not let the lotus root be addicted......

Yueyue is really......

PS: Lala is Lala, Nuonuo is Jane Eyre~

They're going to die anyway, let them be resurrected first~