[Hunter] Be a good dad

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Title: [Hunter] Be a Good Dad

Author: Luo Yi

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The spider was nailed to the wall with a fork, and it was dying.

I glanced at the spider's twitching body, turned around, and sure enough, Ku La was standing at the door, her eyes were bright red and she was very beautiful.

The child has been very keen on this kind of game recently, so he retracted his gaze and returned his attention to the newspaper.

Coola got over me and pulled the fork off, with the poor spider still stuck to it.

"I heard it tastes good when baked." I closed the newspaper and suggested it seriously.

He froze for a moment and looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

"But watch out for its fangs." I picked up a book I had just finished reading yesterday, turned to the spider's cooking section, and handed it to him.

Little Coola stared at the words and pictures on the book, her face was green and red, which was very pretty.

"I heard that the taste is very delicious." Restraining the urge to salivate, I tried my best not to sound so expectant.

Content tag: Young Man Hunter

Search keywords: Protagonist: Kuroro Rushiru Kurapika┃Supporting role: Hunters┃Others: Cool group, Hunter

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☆, the dream of traveling around the world

part1. The dream of traveling around the world

The place where I grew up is called Meteor Street, the place where stars fall.

Here, life is plunder, and if you want to survive, you must learn to scramble.

Kill or be killed, the choice is either.

And these I have always been able to do well, all thanks to my beautiful and strong mother.

Yes, beautiful.An eeriely beautiful woman.

After one time I came back covered in blood from robbing food, I was severely beaten.

Dirty is not allowed. ——I remember this instruction very clearly until today, after I became an adult.

I remember my mother wiping her forever-clean veil over my fingers and the smudges between them with slow but painful strokes.

The voice was soothing and cold: "Kurolo, use your life to remember that you are different from the trash here, you are destined to be the king."

She calls the people here trash.

This is the first time I have heard this word, and even though I am confused, I dare not ask questions.

In her eyes, I was born to dominate everything, to rule the world, omniscient and omnipotent.

Later, in a book I picked up one day, I saw the definition of garbage.

Refers to unwanted or useless solid and fluid substances.

For people outside Meteor Street, Meteor Street is a place where garbage is piled up. Everything here is abandoned by the outside world, and I think it includes people.

At that time, I often sat alone on a high mountain of garbage and looked into the distance, seeing rolling mountains of garbage.

The high-rise buildings mentioned in the book do not exist in this place.

What is eternal here is scrambling and fighting.

The daily pastimes were nothing but killing, looting, and reading.

Day after day, year after year.

After spending my 14th birthday in such a boring way, I finally decided to get out of here and have a look at the outside world.

Companions are necessary and I plan to set up a tour group.

With a wicked sense of humor, I chose the name of a brothel organization—Phantom—on a fragmented page of a novel.

Combined - Phantom Troupe.

Using this cool-sounding name, I abducted a group of early stage members who were not bad but had a bad mind.

Then there is the issue of publicity.

My purpose is to travel the world, but it is not suitable to say, first of all my mother will never agree, she will only think that I am out of control.

And the group of unenterprising dead houses on Meteor Street don't seem to be interested in this kind of positive behavior of traveling around the world.

This means that there must be a slogan that is deceptive enough.

From my experience, those guys are obviously more interested in breaking the rules. After a little synthesis, the tagline I settled on is - "Being outrageous."

What follows is a series of themes expressing the wisdom and wisdom of the next leader.

This kind of thing doesn't have to be real, but it must sound particularly handsome and imposing.

It sounds simple, but it is still a bit difficult to operate, such as the most basic point-you have to convince people that you really think so.

In those days when I was writing and drawing on the table, my mother always sat aside, she always wore a snow-white skirt, and looked at me with a kind of gentle eyes that made the hair stand on end.

We are a gang of bandits, in order to take whatever we want.

We are spiders because we will be like spiders, weaving webs in the dark and waiting for our prey.

In the brigade... I am the head, you are the limbs.

Don't put the cart before the horse...my orders come first, but don't put my life first, I'm also part of the brigade.

It is not individuals who should survive, but brigades.

As I wrote the last word, my hands trembled a little, because the murderous aura of the woman beside me erupted in an instant, so cold.

She stared at me intently, her eyes gradually darkened. At that moment, I really thought she would kill me. I raised my head to look at her calmly, and tightly clenched the pen in my hand.

Her murderous aura came over me like a landslide and tsunami. My back was straightened, and I silently began to think about how to escape.

The woman suddenly smiled, and an unknown transparent liquid gushed out of those dark eyes, rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground.

She squatted down and hugged me fiercely, the warm touch was warm——and slender.

My mother's white neck must be clear in my eyes, so white and slender, as if it could be broken with a slight force.

"Krollo, I know, I just knew, you are a genius, and you are destined to become king."

My whole body froze there, and I couldn't refute the ridiculous misunderstanding, and I didn't intend to refute it.

That year, we left Meteor Street and started our initial exploration of this world.

I remember when I left, the woman was sitting on the dilapidated sofa indoors, she was still beautiful, time seemed unable to leave any trace on her body.

The evening sun made her cold face tinge with warmth, but I knew it was just an illusion, that woman had only lived for one thing long ago.

"Krollo, you are strong enough, now, go take revenge."

I'm sorry mother, I just want to travel around the world.

part2. The person who hurt me

I often think that human emotions are really elusive things.

For example, the feeling of liking has always come for no reason.

I decided to adopt him, just like I decided to goug out the eyes of the entire Kuruta tribe before.

"Leader!" Maggie turned her head when she heard the decision, her golden eyes were full of disapproval.

The ten-year-old child knelt on the ground and looked at me fiercely. His hair, which was originally smooth, was messy and stuck to his face, and his red eyes were almost bleeding from tears.

But he couldn't move, Maggie's thread bound his joints tightly, even——I looked at the faint transparent thread in the boy's throat.Just a gentle tug and the child's head falls to the ground.

But he still struggled unceasingly, making unremitting efforts to get himself covered in blood.

I thought that if Maggie let him go at this moment, he would not hesitate to pounce on me and tear me to pieces.

I squatted down with great interest, and put myself in a position that was very close to him but just so that he couldn't touch it anyway, and then watched him struggle again and again, making myself drenched with blood .

"I've known for a long time that the leader is abnormal." Nobunaga whispered.

"It should be a pedophile." Fei Tan deduced in a low voice.

I glanced at this group of unenlightened guys, and then hugged the little guy on the ground into my arms.

He opened his mouth and rushed over, and his bloody teeth suddenly stopped less than one centimeter away from the blood vessels in my neck, but he couldn't move any further.

Just kidding, if this kid really bites a blood vessel, he will be laughed to death!I held him with my right hand and pulled his hair with my left hand. This posture was just enough to see the boy's eyes.

He obviously hated me, a pair of bright red eyes stared straight at me, making my hands very itchy.

But I hold back. ——It seems that I really like this kid.

"Hey, do you like me?" I asked him with a smile.

What he got was the look of contempt from the young man.

At that moment, I felt that I was hurt.

The author has something to say: This article will be very broken.

If you insist on watching, please be mentally prepared.

☆, create a sharp sword

In half a day, I tore off Paknotan's corset, stole Feitan's umbrella, trampled on Xiaodi's glasses, and tore away a lot of my books.

Children's way of venting their anger always makes me want to wring their necks, but this one, his talent for destruction is obviously far beyond my cognition.

But I acquiesced in his nonsense.

Temporary feelings always last short.

I silently waited for the day when I couldn't bear it any longer, and then I broke the boy's neck with my own hands.

This messy behavior only lasted for a long time, followed by a large silence, maybe this kid is a little smarter than I thought, I thought.

He became quieter, and his eyes turned a sea-water blue. ——It meant that he was slowly calming down.

With some emotions that I can't even describe, I found him the best teacher and taught him fighting skills myself.

It's undoubtedly a dangerous thing to do, but it keeps me entertained.

It was like hanging a sharp sword on his forehead, waiting for the moment when he would strike straight down.

Maggie's evaluation of this kind of behavior is - to die.

I was extremely surprised that this woman knew me so well.

"Captain, you are really crazy, you killed his whole family and still plan to adopt him." Franklin tried to persuade me to kill the blond brat.

Not just the whole family, but the whole family, okay? ——Thinking of this, I glanced at him inexplicably, and mourned Franklin's memory.

"Krollo, do you believe in religion?" Kurapika sat on the head of the bed, flipping through a book.As he said this he looked up at me, as if observing some kind of broken creature.

Really, it doesn't matter how many times you correct it.I rubbed the kid's hair, "I want to call you Dad."

I don't know where this sentence stimulated him, the kid's eyes were instantly red like blood.He lowered his head, turning the pages of the book as if nothing had happened, his fingers trembling slightly.

This kind of forbearance and waiting is what I appreciate. I sat by the bed and patted his head approvingly and began to tell him about the beliefs in Meteor Street.

I believe that as long as you are devout enough, you will usher in a better life.

In places like Meteor Street, religion is very popular.

In other words, religion is popular in all poor places.

A group of dying people gather to chant scriptures, longing for salvation.

I don't deny that I was one of those people, and even now I'm not sure how different I am from the kid kneeling at the cross praying.

Looking in the mirror, I am often proud of the cross on my forehead. ——How many people in this world can have such perfect craftsmanship at the age of five?

Of course, there is a price to be paid for this overly individualized behavior. For example, I was hung from the beam by my mother for three full days. ——Naturally, I wouldn't tell Kurapika such a sad story.

I chatted with him about a lot of insignificant things, such as the clothes of the missionaries, life, the architecture of Meteor Street, the desire for life, the pursuit of death, and so on.

He was very serious and even took notes.

I looked at the serious side face of this kid. He was undoubtedly the kind of student that satisfied all the teachers. He was smart, down-to-earth, upright, and kind.

Look, among the thousands of lives of the Kuruta tribe, I have left such a guy, which shows that my taste and vision are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Kurapika held the pen and wrote something stroke by stroke. He wrote very seriously and with great force. The white paper was twisted and broken under such rough force.

I looked at the words on the paper, and those crooked handwriting almost covered the entire page.

revenge.

revenge.

revenge.

revenge.

revenge.

Frowning tightly, I dodged the notebook in Kurapika's hand, and I looked at him coldly.

The boy clenched the pen in his hand, but didn't look at me, his bright red eyes were full of flames of hatred.

Feeling a little uncomfortable suddenly, I dragged Kurapika up from the bed with one hand -- straight to the table.

Ignoring his fierce eyes staring at me, I put the notebook on the table, I turned over the page full of dog words, and then took a pen to write a word in the first line. --revenge.

He propped his hands on the desk, staring at the word, his body trembling violently, almost crying.

I patted him on the shoulder tolerantly, and walked out the door, leaving room for Kurapika.

It doesn't matter if children's handwriting is ugly, as long as they are self-motivated. ——I believe that Kurapika, your handwriting will become beautiful one day.

Part4. Domesticate a cat

The route to Double Moon Valley was destroyed. This news made me frown slightly. I unfolded the newspaper and was about to read it carefully when I heard the sound of piercing through the sky.

It's coming again, the speed and strength are too far behind, I turned my body slightly, and let the sharp weapon brush past my cheek.

The spider was firmly nailed to the wall with a fork, and it was about to die. I looked at the spider's twitching body, and when I turned around, I saw that Coola was standing at the door, with bright red eyes, very beautiful.

The child has been very keen on this kind of game recently, and he retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the newspaper, looking for places worth visiting nearby.

Coola got over me and pulled the fork off, with the poor spider still stuck to it.

"I heard it tastes good when baked." I closed the newspaper and suggested it seriously.

He froze for a moment and looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

"But watch out for its fangs." I picked up a book I had just finished reading yesterday, turned to the spider's cooking section, and handed it to him.

Little Coola stared at the words and pictures on the book, her face was green and red, which was very pretty.

"I heard that the taste is very delicious." Restraining the urge to salivate, I tried my best not to sound so expectant.

He gave me a cold look, and walked out gracefully with the book in his left hand and the spider in his right hand.

It's not cute.

For some reason, this kid has been showing me a dead face lately, not as good as when he was first adopted—at least it was full of expressions back then.

But I also really want to eat grilled spiders, Kura will definitely not split me in half, that unlovable dead brat, I picked up the newspaper again to study the next route full of resentment.

"Captain." Pike's voice sounded from the window sill, "You just let him be so provocative."

provocative?Forget it, that kind of level of attack is considered a prank.I smiled at her: "It's a kid."

"But he really wants to kill us." She looked at me seriously.

So what, I smiled indifferently, there are too many people who want to kill us.

I suddenly remembered a cat I had raised a long time ago.

It was a sunny summer day, and the whole forest exuded the unique atmosphere of vegetation.

Behind the verdant leaves, it stands leisurely on the tree trunk, overlooking us under the tree. Its golden fur shines brightly in the sun, and its blue eyes shine like glass.

It stared at the strange visitor lazily and calmly, without the slightest sense that danger was imminent.

However, such laziness and calmness are not unreasonable. There are sharp claws hidden in the pink and tender flesh pads, and terrifying fangs grow in the not-so-big mouth, which will inject deadly force at the moment of biting the prey. venom.

Even though it has a deceptive appearance, these do not change the fact that it is a predator.

On the spur of the moment, I grabbed it, and the little thing was fussing endlessly in the cage specially made by Nianli. It bent down, its body tensed, and the hairs all over its body stood on end.

I knelt down and looked at this cutie who was exuding rage all over. It glared angrily at me and let out a threatening growl from its throat.

This kind of anger inexplicably amused me, and I put my fingers in through the gap in the cage with great interest, trying to touch the little guy's fur, but naturally I was scratched and dripping with blood.

Kura is different from that cat, I think - he's not even as aggressive as that cat.

The author has something to say: rewritten, I don't know if the effect will be.

It was just after chatting with Ah Fen that I suddenly felt that this article might be well written.

Let's try it.

☆, the successor of superb culinary skills

Part5. The successor of superb culinary skills

I don't know if it has something to do with my childhood when food was extremely scarce. After leaving Meteor Street, my pickiness about food inexplicably rose to a level that I couldn't understand.

The ultimate consequence of this eccentricity is a variety of anorexia, and what is more tragic is that such anorexia is becoming more and more serious over time.

In fact, many times I have some regrets, for example - why when recruiting members, I only thought of combat effectiveness and completely ignored cooking skills.

As a picky eater, I am really depressed when I face a group of members who don't care about food all day long.

Leave the dining table silently, leaving a lonely back to the members.

No one can understand my pain.

During that time, I often huddled in the corner with my growling stomach, flipping through the recipes silently, with a dark cloud on my head.

Or staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, crying alone.

After struggling for half a week, I finally made up my mind to practice cooking hard.

The problem of eating has been solved, but it is annoying to have to cook every day.I was bored lying on the window on the second floor, with my face stuck behind the glass and watching the people coming and going.

Pike and Coola walked side by side, they seemed to have a good relationship, but the large height gap made them look more like mother and son than friends.

Human beings are very afraid of loneliness, even those who are withdrawn by nature. After the first few days passed, little Kura started to get in touch with my lovely group members.

Parker was wearing a black dress and tight-fitting long skirt today, showing off his fiery figure without a doubt, causing passers-by to stop frequently.

Pike is not good-looking, even in terms of face alone, she is not even a middle-aged figure. The hooked nose and drooping corners of the eyes make her look untouchable.

But the reality is often the opposite of the appearance.Pike is the best-tempered member of the brigade, bar none.

From this point of view, Little Coola's eyesight is very good.

My eyes shifted to the bags of vegetables in the hands of Pike and Kura, and I suddenly had an urge to run away. Being a special fireman in the regiment is not pleasant at all.

In fact, I thought about cultivating the culinary skills of the team members, but it all ended in failure.

But maybe there is a turning point now, my eyes turn to Kula, it’s good for children to do some housework for their father, isn’t it.

Little Coola is furious that her major course has changed from an overview of various languages ​​to a cooking guide.

The little ghost seemed to resist the urge to slap me to death, and he asked me with a cold face: "Why do I have to learn such useless things?" His tone was very aggressive.

"Dad's hand is injured." I showed him my dislocated right hand, with tears in my eyes, and looked at him pitifully.

Little Coola is obviously a man without sympathy, he looked at me coldly, with no intention of comforting the injured.

What a heartless child, I sighed in my heart, but saw him walk over coldly and put on the apron himself.

oh?wink.

"How?" The kid glared at me fiercely.

...What a vicious boy.

"Light the fire first, then pour oil into it, stop! This much is enough—"

The kitchen was in full swing, and outside—

"The two of them are having a good time." Xiao Di said, not without surprise, pushing his glasses.

"Actually, the leader is having a good time." Franklin hit the nail on the head.

Part6. Boat trip on water

Leaving the town by boat, the clear water and blue sky all the way make people feel happy.

For some reason, the water in this area is extremely clear, and the blue sky is reflected in the water.

Holding on to the side of the boat and looking down, it is full of blue sky and white clouds, as if sailing in the sky.

At night, everywhere you can see are stars above and below, as if there are two sky and two moons appearing between heaven and earth.

Little Coola sat by the side of the boat, staring at the water without blinking, reaching out to touch the impact of those reflections like a child, smashing a piece of stars in the night sky.

The boat is a very simple wooden boat. At night, the wind is strong on the water, and the hair is blowing around, bringing a bit of cool chill to the bone.

My lovely team members are all used to jumping around, eating, drinking and sleeping in the open. This kind of environment is really nothing to those with abilities, but Kura seems to be very unaccustomed. It was very cold.

"Is it cold?" After asking this, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have said something nonsense.

Coola lifted his head out of the quilt, looked at me blankly, then lowered his head and continued to take a nap while hugging the quilt.

Perhaps it was too cold on the boat at night, I saw him sleep for a while, then opened his eyes and tightened the quilt, but even so, he never asked for anything.

What a helpless child, I knelt down and poked his face, only to find that it was really cold.

Helpless, I had no choice but to pull the person and the quilt into my arms.

He frowned and looked at me, struggled a few times, then lay still in my arms, probably from the cold.

I swear I regretted it after 3 minutes of doing this, the brat was able to fall asleep, but I actually lost sleep.

God is pitiful, as the leader of a grade-A criminal gang, how could he fall asleep holding such a thing that generates heat, transmits heartbeat, regularly absorbs oxygen, and emits carbon dioxide? This is simply challenging my warning line.

But what makes me cry the most is that I did this stupid thing myself.

Looking at the stars in the sky with my eyes open, I seriously thought about whether I should throw the creature in my arms into the water and finish it off.

Little Coola fell asleep gradually, and her complexion was much better than before, at least not the bluish white that was about to die before.

Calculating the trajectory of the stars, checking the route of the boat, as the head of the group, I spent a miserable night like this.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning was angry, the breathing of the kid in my arms changed a rhythm. I lowered my head and happened to bump into a pair of blue eyes.

Rare, without malice.

For the first time, I think the fiery red eyes look good when they are not red.

Throwing away the kid who had been in my arms all night, I stood up and moved my body.The bones made a rattling sound, probably due to the problem of staying in one posture for too long.

The surface of the water was covered with thick fog, and the boat was sailing on the water, and the surroundings were quiet.

In the distance, blue mountains are looming.

It was already noon when we came to the foot of the mountain, we abandoned the boat and landed, and the beams of light were projected through the leaves, making the whole forest look blue and transparent.

The vegetation at the feet is very lush, almost reaching the knees, mostly red and pink flowers, they have long and thin stems, narrow and long leaves, and brightly colored petals spread out flat.

The petals are gorgeous and flat, and the leaves are long and narrow. I bent down and folded one, and glanced at the broken part. The flower stem is flexible and the juice is milky white.

This kind of plant is actually everywhere, and the bright colors cover almost the entire mountain range.When the wind blows, a large undulating area is very beautiful.

"It's Tianyin." It was Little Coola who spoke, probably because of the cold wind blowing yesterday, and today he looks very pale.

"This kind of plant has extremely strict requirements on the growing environment. At present, 90.00% of the countries prohibit planting it, so it is considered a very rare plant." The knight twirled the flower branch in his hand with emotion: "I didn't expect that there are so many mountains and plains here. "

"Very valuable?" Fei Tan walked in front with his hands behind his back.

"It's the raw material of high-concentration hallucinogens." Kurapika stomped down a clump with a gloomy expression, and finally crushed it vigorously with his feet.

What a rough child, he didn't know how to take care of flowers and plants. I looked at the scattered petals on the ground and helplessly spread common sense to little Kurapika, "It's legal to plant Tianyin here."

The Dover Mountains are one of the few places where Tianyin is openly allowed to be planted. Well, this statement of planting is not accurate. To be precise, Dover is the origin of Tianyin.

This is why Dover still retains this banned plant after the World Anti-Drug Organization took a series of measures in the past few years.

Once such a large area of ​​Tianyin is destroyed, the biological chain in this area will inevitably suffer a fatal blow.

"Tianyin was not born for hallucinogens, and only human beings can create evil." I am really a good father who can correct Kura's cognitive deviation so seriously.

"It's really against the law to say such words from your mouth, Kuroro." Kurapika sneered.

I just smiled and didn't say anything.

The author has something to say: Tell me what you think so I can know what you think.

☆、Blind girl

Part7. Unexpected harvest during the journey ([-])

We stayed in hotels, probably to suit the environment. The hotels here are all white wooden houses, scattered all over the mountain.

The doors and windows of these white wooden houses are small and covered with green vines.Outside the yard is a circle of white fence, and the green vines on the fence are blooming with white flowers, swaying gently in the breeze.

"It's rare to see such a large tour group." The owner of the shop is a young woman aged seventeen or eighteen.

The hotel is not big, but it is enough for us to stay. The air is filled with the aroma of Tianyin, which is more intense than the outside. I quietly looked into the eyes of this woman. Those brown eyes are moist and shiny, very beautiful , just without focus.

The woman's name is Monica, and the hotel belongs to her father.

"A few months ago, Dad said that he would leave for a while, after that." The woman paused and sighed softly: "After that, I never came back."

"Sorry." But to be more to the point, killing me may not be a bad thing.

The woman seemed to wake up suddenly, and waved her hands again and again, "Where is it, I should be the one who apologized to Mr. Kuroro for such a mess."

We finally decided to stay at the hotel, and Monica was very happy and was at the forefront to lead the way for us.

The corridor was very dark, with only a few tiny holes overhead casting a faint light.

"The wall lamp in the corridor was broken a few days ago. I'm really sorry." She smiled apologetically, holding the lamp in her left hand and emitting a dim yellow light.

It was very quiet, only two footsteps could be heard, the innkeeper in front and Kurapika behind me.I glanced back at Coola, his footsteps were sloppy and messy, and he looked more blind than Monica.

We stopped in front of a door, and Monica raised the phone in her hand, showed us the door number, and opened the door.

Bright light instantly filled the entire corridor.

The room was beautifully designed, with turquoise curtains, wooden seats, and half of the windows were covered with blue vines.

Monica made a gesture of please, and then led the others to other rooms.

I turned my head to look, and from this angle, I could see a gorgeous kimono gradually reflected in the darkness under the dim light, and there was also an extremely strong fragrance belonging to Tianyin.

Kurapika passed me and chose a bed to lie down on. He didn't even take off his clothes, but pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly.

He has a fever.

I glanced at the boy with his back to me, walked to the window, and drew the blackout curtain.The room darkened in an instant, and there was a faint breath of tranquility in the air.

Walking into the bathroom, recalling the information about Dover in memory while running the water.

The Republic of Batokia, to which Dover belongs, is a country famous for its tourism industry. The gate of the legendary killer family, the original origin of the drug raw material Tianyin, the ruins during the war, and the periphery of the Devil's Forest are all famous in the country. tourist attraction.

It can be seen how strong this country is in the cognition of tourism resources.

However, this place is extremely expensive and there are no special passenger ships, so ordinary passengers will not come.

Usually, those who come back are idle prodigals or travel fanatics, and of course there are also people who hope to make a fortune overnight with these Tianyin.

Walking out while wiping his hair, he paused when he touched the doorknob, um, it looks like Kurapika is outside.

Shall I let him pass the clothes in for me?I was naked and stared at the ceiling full of water vapor and thought about this question seriously.

Forget it, the child seems to have a low fever, so let's not bother him.

With that in mind, I calmly turned the doorknob.

Uh—Kura, you're up.

"Pervert—" Hey, hey, boy, how can you say that about Dad.

Tilting his head, he flashed past the thrown wooden pillow.

I leaned against the wall and sighed helplessly in my heart. ——Children today don't understand Dad's kindness at all.

It was really painful to be kicked out by my daughter. I stared helplessly at the oak door panel with my bare feet.

Is it better to tear down the door or the wall?Or come in through the window from the outside?However, as expected, Xiaokula should be hung up and beaten up!

Grabbing flip-flops from the next room, I seriously pondered what went wrong with my education.

Well, my daughter really can't spoil her too much, this time she dared to shut her father out of the door, maybe next time she dared to shut her father inside the house.

Perhaps the sound of the flip-flops was louder. Monica, who was standing in front of the counter, turned her head, with a slightly hesitant smile on her pretty face. "Mr. Kuroro?" she asked softly.

I nodded slightly towards her, and then suddenly remembered that this woman should not be seen.Before I could speak again, she heard her say with a smile: "I thought Mr. Kuroro would stay with the child for a while, the child must have a fever."

I smiled, found a seat and sat down, "The child is making trouble." I will hang him up and educate him when I go back.

"Well, it sounds really hard." Monica covered her lips and smiled, "But it's good to be in good spirits." She poured me a glass of beer and another glass for herself, and then sat down opposite me.

Time passed quickly, chatting with the beauty naturally passed faster, of course, it would be even better if the beauty was alive.

Before I knew it, the sun had set and I walked out of the hotel gate. The evening wind carried a slight coolness, and also dispelled the strong fragrance of Tianyin from the woman's body, making me feel refreshed and refreshed.

How can a dead person move as freely as a living person?

How can a living person breathe without a heartbeat?

However, this situation is somewhat similar to a legend here.

According to legend, Mount Dover was originally a barren mountain, and the goddess of the sea lost her mirror when she passed Dover eastward.

The mirror shattered into nine pieces and turned into nine springs, from which water flowed continuously day and night, submerging the entire mountain range.

Later, when the Sea God returned to look for the mirror, he scattered a handful of seeds, and only then did the Tianyin flowers and broad-leaved evergreen trees spread all over the mountains and plains.

It's just that the last one of the nine fragments was too small, so Sea God left it on Mount Dover and never took it away.

That piece of mirror also turned into the famous Holy Mirror Spring in Mount Dover.

It is recorded in the book that the spar of the holy mirror spring in Mount Dover can bring the dead back to life and keep the living from dying.

Note: Those who take too much will turn into blue stone statues, invulnerable to water, fire and swords.

80 years ago, a relic hunter passed by Dover Mountain and found a blue translucent crystal in the spring water, which has the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

It's just that people who rely on this crystal to live are no different from ordinary people, but they have no breathing and heartbeat, just like a dead person.

But even so