[Hunter] Be a good dad

However, it still attracts a large number of hunters to come to Dover Mountain for treasure hunting.

However, since then, there have been no rumors about the crystals of the Holy Mirror Spring.

The first half is what I used to see in a book, and the second half is from a local brochure.

However, 80 years ago, the Hunter Association did not have such a detailed classification of relic hunters and gourmet hunters, which greatly discounted the authenticity of the rumors.

But now, the appearance of Monica has given such rumors a lot of truth. I let out a sigh of relief and walked back.

Although I can't be sure, but if it's true, it's much more interesting than flaming eyes.

——"Shall we go to eat?" I opened the door and walked in, the curtains fluttered, and the empty room was empty.

The author has something to say: The connection is so tight that part8 is merged into part7. Anyway, the blind girl is the highlight.

Sure enough, all kinds of weird ideas have popped up without an outline, but the update speed is also a bit horrible.

Thank you Xi Jun for your long comment, poke, you have to study hard~

I am very happy to receive Ah Fen’s landmine~

☆、Hilltop Villa

Part8. Unexpected harvest during the journey ([-])

The curtains were half-opened, and there was a half-dried black liquid in the bowl on the bedside table. There was a box of cold medicine next to it, and only seven of the eight bags were left.

A bag of cold medicine was lying in the trash can next to it.

The quilt was neatly folded, and it didn't feel warm to the touch, which showed that the person had been away for a while.

What an uncut little devil, did you abandon your father to play by yourself?

Walking into the restaurant, Kurapika was sitting by the window eating dessert, the evening sun made him look very delicate.

He was cutting a piece of veal steak, his body was sitting upright, his clothes were slightly wrinkled, and the edges of his shoes were stained with some muddy water and remaining blades of grass.

The kid's blond hair was a little messy, his face was a little flushed, and there were scratches on his neck, and blood was still oozing from those tiny cuts, which looked very glaring.

"There is a hallucinogenic factory here." This was the first thing Kurapika said to me after I sat across from him.

When he said this, he was still cutting his steak with his head down, his face was calm as if he was saying that it would rain tomorrow.

"It's normal." It may even be the government's acquiescence.

"Why are we here?" he asked.

"Dover is a very beautiful place." Whether it is the water sky mirror or the mountains themselves full of sky sounds, they are all famous tourist attractions.

"What's your purpose?" He didn't seem to hear my answer at all, he just asked persistently, "What do you want?" He put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked up at me.

"Don't look at me like that." I smiled, "This kind of expression will make me think that you like me very much."

Don't look at me like that, your expression will make me think that you want something from me.

His expression distorted, and he frowned as if hearing something extremely disgusting, and said coldly, "Don't make such a joke."

I laughed: "What do you think I want?"

Or, what do you want from me?

He pursed his lips and looked at me without speaking.

I smiled: "Compared to these, it seems that you have to explain to me where you went just now."

"I've been—" "Don't say things like being in the hotel all the time." I reached out and brushed the boy's hair, giving advice slowly.

He stared at me with a stiff body, with a ferocious expression like an angry cat, this expression that was so angry that it almost wanted to violently hurt others but didn't dare to act rashly-it was so cute.

I raised the corners of my lips, picked a small leaf from his hair, and put it in front of his eyes, the boy's expression instantly relaxed.

"I just went out for a walk." He said calmly. "After seeing the building, I tried to get closer and was spotted."

"Wojin saved you?" I asked.

He looked at me without saying a word, just straightened his back.

Really, awkward kid.

"Monica's craftsmanship is very good."

The girl leaned against the door and covered her lips with a chuckle: "It's my honor that Mr. Ku Luoluo likes it."

"Does Monica know about that villa on the mountain?" Kurapika took a sip of orange juice and looked at the beautiful shopkeeper.

"That villa existed a long time ago." Monica recalled, "I have had that villa since I can remember."

"I heard from the old man that the villa had been abandoned until 80 years ago when some guys who claimed to be the heirs of the villa came here."

"80 years ago?" I asked.

This time is surprisingly consistent with the time on the brochure.

"Well, 80 years ago, those people lived here after renovating the villa." Monica said slowly, a little bit out of interest. It is estimated that many people have asked about the hilltop villa before.

"The owner of the villa is a very lonely guy. Although we have been together for so many years, he has never participated in our party." The sudden childish voice made everyone stunned.

The flaxen-haired little boy came in through the small door of the restaurant, and he was not afraid of strangers in front of the people in the hall, so he threw himself into Monica's arms.

Monica smiled at us apologetically, then knelt down and picked the boy up.

"I heard that people are not allowed to enter that villa, and there will be people patrolling the outside. Five years ago, someone sneaked in and was killed. This incident caused a great sensation in the local area at that time." The boy nestled Monica rubbed her arms, jumped down again, reached out and took a piece of pastry from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth.

"How did you deal with it in the end?" Kurapika was extremely concerned about this matter.

"I didn't deal with it much. It's a legitimate defense after the illegal intrusion. After all, it's a private territory." Monica walked to the kitchen with the dinner plate, and the boy followed behind with a puffy mouth.

Kurapika fell silent.

"Want to go?" I crossed my fingers and looked at him with a smile on my chin.

The child pursed his lips and stared at me, neither saying he wanted nor not.

I'm not in a hurry, I just start eating slowly.

Kurapika stared at me for a while, then turned his head with his chin in his hand, not knowing what he was looking at, but he didn't intend to leave.

After dinner I asked for some dessert.

After happily drinking a cup of tea, I sat with my eyes closed for a while, and Kurapika had already moved from the position opposite me to my right.

Oh, can't wait?

I looked up and smiled at him: "How about a kiss and I'll take you there?"

The boy's face was instantly as black as the bottom of a pot.

He glared at me, turned around and left without saying a word.

Tsk, what a cute little devil.

Standing up, I picked up the suit jacket hanging on the chair, and I followed out leisurely.

The villa on the top of the hill shone brightly in the dark night.

The author has something to say: the part was deleted, the table is too concerned.

☆、An unexpected person

The author has something to say: Because single vision has limitations in portraying Kura, I try to change this article into a double-vision [Leader and Kura] intersection, so be mentally prepared.

Unfortunately, I dropped a jar of honey on the ground, so I wanted to cry.

Regarding Kuroro's ability, I found this on Baidu:

[-]. To see the ability of the other party with your own eyes.

[-]. Ask questions related to the other party's ability to read, and get answers from the other party.

⒊Let the opponent's hand be placed on the fingerprint on the cover of the book.

1. Conditions 3-[-] must be completed within one hour.

But what I had in mind was to put the other person's hand on the cover and lie down. I don't know if I remembered it wrong.

Part9. Unexpected people

The yard is very spacious, with eight teams, no, nine teams, eight people in each team, cross-patrolling according to a certain sequence.

Sighing, I held Koura with my left hand, and with some effort I passed through these little cuties who were seriously patrolling.

When the door was pushed open, there was a slight noise. In the next second, the entire door was smashed into a sieve, and the alarm rang throughout the villa.

I looked up at the general layout of the room. At this time, less than a second before I entered, the second floor was already full of guards.

I was a little surprised, stepped on the right handrail decisively, and started running wildly with Kurapika in my arms.

The wind was blowing, Kurapika's hands were tightly clutching my clothes, and his eyes were fixed on the back, feeling a little nervous.

I stopped at the corner of the third floor and put Kurapika down. He gasped in shock and then frowned as if he suddenly thought of something.

I watched little Coola's face change from nervousness to calmness, from calmness to seriousness, and finally, his face turned ferocious bit by bit.

He looked at me gloomyly, and asked forcefully, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

blink.

"How could you be chased by those little guys!" Little Coola approached step by step.

I blinked and stood there looking at him.

Such an unlovable child, how could he ask his father such a sad question.

Of course, Dad performed so hard to train you, it's too much to be ungrateful at all, hey.

I stretched out my hand, wanting to rub little coola's hair to comfort him.

The boy looked at me coldly, took a step to the left, and ruthlessly avoided my hand.

What a cool child, I sighed, turned around and went up to the fourth floor.

The moment my vision suddenly became clear, my neck felt cold, and the pitch-black sickle pressed against my carotid artery.

This is a good scythe, the quality cannot be verified yet, but the shape is quite fashionable.

Long handle, curved blade, white edge, looks very sharp, the end of the handle is held in a white, tender and chubby little hand, this child looks familiar.

"Is it Mr. Kuroro's courtesy to make a mess in other people's homes?" A slightly familiar child's voice sounded.

The little boy looked at me with a childish voice, the scythe in his hand was stuck very accurately and stably, not at all like a child of this age.

But thinking about it, there are not many children at this age who can put a scythe on someone's neck. I didn't expect the kid from Monica's family to be so tough.

Reaching out to grab the murder weapon around my neck, I grabbed the scythe with my backhand, and tapped the brat's head twice, "Did your sister teach you that?"

The child put his head in his hands and stared at me tearfully, "It has nothing to do with my sister."

I threw the sickle back to him and walked in. The little ghost was holding the sickle behind him and blushed with anger, "Did you hear me?"

"Hey, don't tell my sister if you hear me." The little ghost trotted behind me and yelled.

The layout of the room is good, the murals on both sides are very beautiful, and the shape is novel and unique, but this kind of evil taste of sticking the dead body to the wall is really hard to appreciate.

But I do know this guy with bad taste.

Walking into the living room, the owner of this villa was leaning on the sofa, looking down at a book, and he just raised his eyes to look at me when he heard the movement.

But just now when there was such a commotion below, this guy can still be so calm, which shows that he is either unresponsive or hearing impaired.

Adonis, who has a monstrous but not effeminate face, is a famous handsome man in the Republic of Batokia.

At this time, the most beautiful man in the Republic of Batokia, who was raped by a woman in his youth, was reclining on the sofa wearing a loose bathrobe.

The neckline of the bathrobe was wide open, revealing most of his white chest. The man's feet were stilted on the back of the sofa, his two white thighs were luxuriously exposed, and his long silver hair was tangled and hanging down to the bottom of the sofa. on the carpet.

I couldn't help but sigh, it would be great if I brought Pike or Maggie when I came here, this guy is also arrogant in front of men.

After confirming that the clothes on the man's body can slide down as long as the belt is pulled open, I decisively pulled Ku La into my arms with my backhand, covering his eyes with my right hand.

Kurapika struggled tentatively, but when he saw my firm attitude, he obediently stood still.The boy was snuggling in my arms, his frame was very slender, his hair was smooth and smooth, with the scent of shampoo.

Adonis raised his eyebrows slightly, as if a little upset.

I turned a blind eye, knowing that at any moment this psycho in front of me could pull off his crumbling bathrobe and reveal his unsightly body to the world.

This kind of completely broken man is indeed an existence that should be eliminated.

The corners of the man's lips were raised slightly, and he put his hand on the belt with some provocation.

With a sigh, I picked up Kura and threw him out of the door before he struggled, and then decisively closed the door before the boy became angry.

The slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other sounded behind me. I looked up at the patterns on the door panel, and remained silent.

"Mr. Ku Luoluo is really a ruthless man." The man walked over with a grin.

Turning around indifferently, very well, he really stripped himself naked.

What is the mentality of a man who strips himself naked in front of guests?

Adonis put his hands on my shoulders, and then slowly moved down. He took out a short knife from my belt, glanced at it, smiled, and threw it aside.

I glanced at him and walked around him to the sofa.

Adonis sat up unceremoniously, and took out a thick leather book with bloody fingerprints from my arms.

He glanced at the cover in surprise, and said with a smile: "I thought Mr. Kuroro would prefer books like poetry." After speaking, he pressed his other hand on the cover of the book and gestured at the bloody handprint.

Human curiosity always leads them to the abyss. I raised my eyes to look at him, and snatched back the shell that looked like a horror novel.

He wasn't annoyed, he just frowned and smiled.

There was the sound of gold and stone knocking outside, as if someone had hit the door, and Kurapika's violent coughing could be heard very clearly.

I frowned and walked out, Adonis suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab my wrist, covered his lips and smiled when I turned to look at him.

"Tell me," he looked at me in a drawn-out tone, his eyes and brows were full of flirtatiousness, "is it your child who will win or mine?"

At this time, outside the door.

Kurapika held the knife in both hands, sweat dripped down his cheeks onto the floor, he stood firmly with his feet spread apart, his body maintained the posture in which he had just elbowed the boy out, and looked at him with a stern expression. The boy who fell to the ground.

But this state only lasted, and in less than half a minute, Ku La coughed in a low voice uncontrollably. The previous cold was not healed at all, and the previous shock and strenuous exercise were added.

Apparently, the condition worsened.

Eli got up from the ground, his hand still didn't let go under the situation just now, and the handle of the sickle was in his tightly clenched hand.

A soldier died the moment he dropped his weapon.

Since childhood, Monica had told him so.

Eli propped himself up with one hand and used his strength to stand up again, mockingly smiled at Kurapika, "Am I wrong?"

"If you are not a traitor of the Kuruta tribe, why are you the only one who is alive when everyone else is dead?" Eli approached step by step, looking coldly at the traitor who lowered his head and coughed.

"If you weren't a traitor, how could Kurolo just let you go and keep you by his side?" He swung his knife mercilessly.

Kurapika couldn't dodge enough, and it was worth using a knife to block it head-on. When he blocked with his backhand, he used some cleverness to relieve most of his strength, but even so, he was still forced to take two steps back.

Regardless of the numbness in his palms, he blocked the opponent's attack several times in a row, Kurapika only felt that his physical strength was exhausted too quickly, and if it went on like this, he must be the one who fell first.

Thinking of this, Kurapika's eyes froze, and with a hook in his hand, he kicked Eli, and cut his throat with the knife with his backhand.

Eli couldn't dodge and watched the knife getting closer and closer, and was about to close his eyes and wait for death, when he heard a muffled sound, and the long knife was almost half buried in the masonry.

Eli was about to laugh at the other party, but saw Kurapika staring at him blankly, trembling all over, almost crying.

"You, you are...?" The man murmured something, fragmented into sentences.

Eli was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the long knife halfway into the masonry.

The clear blade honestly reflects everything.

On the blade, the left eye of the black-haired child was as red as blood.

☆、Childhood under the graveyard

Part1. Childhood under the graveyard

The sun in the sky, the green trees on the ground,

Our bodies are born on the earth, our souls are from heaven,

The sun and the moon shine on our limbs, the greenery nourishes our bodies,

Give this body to the wind that blows across the earth, thank God for the miracle and the land of the Kuruta tribe,

May our hearts be always in good health, and I wish to share the joy with all my compatriots,

May you share the sorrow with them, please praise the Kuruta people forever, and let us bear witness with our red eyes.

The people around were praying in low voices, and the deep voices echoed in the temple, as if they were holding some ancient and solemn ceremony.

In such an atmosphere, a blond-haired child raised his head quietly, and he blinked a pair of beautiful big blue eyes towards the door.

Ivan and Arnold poked their heads out from the entrance of the temple and smirked at him.

Kurapika looked at his mother, then at the friends at the door, and quietly took two steps back.

Seeing that everyone didn't seem to notice, he became more courageous, stepped back lightly, and pushed to the door, but Anuo grabbed him and dragged him aside.

The three ran wildly for a while, and stopped when they saw that they were far away from the temple.Panting and leaning against an abandoned wall, the three of them were laughing and chatting, making an appointment to go to the other side of the mountain to play.

"Kurapika, what are you doing here?" Amy wore two braids, put her hands behind her back, raised her head, raised her chin, and looked proudly at the dirty boys on the ground.

"I want you to take care of it." Ivan made a face at her.

"Amy, you look so pretty today." Arnold grinned at her.

The little girl still held her head high, completely ignoring these two guys, her big watery eyes only staring at Kurapika in the middle.

"Want to play together?" Ku La blinked and extended her hand to invite.

"Can you?" Amy smiled in surprise, and was about to agree but hesitated. She was wearing a new white lace dress today.She looked down at her clothes with a sad expression, "Forget it..."

"It's okay." Kurapika walked up to her, grabbed her and ran away. Amy was startled by him, screamed, and then laughed again.

Arnold turned Ivan with his elbow, winked and smiled at him, and the two followed with a smile.

After all, this great expedition ended prematurely, and they came to the western edge, where there was a cliff, and the wind rose from the bottom of the cliff, blowing bitterly, and it hurt like a knife on the face.

It was already midnight when the four little guys walked back sneakily. The village was brightly lit, and people held up flashlights to illuminate them, while calling their names in turn.

This time, the commotion became serious, and the four of them stuck out their tongues in their hearts, and joined in their steps.

Uncle Andre found theirs first, and he yelled as he walked this way: "I found it! I found it!"

In an instant, the clansmen gathered together and surrounded them.

The four children lowered their heads, pushing and shoving one by one, trying to keep themselves behind.

A woman with disheveled hair pushed aside the crowd, rushed over, and took Amy into her arms.Her shoulders kept shrugging, her hands kept patting Amy's back, and a muffled cry came out of her throat.

Kurapika blinked, and silently took a step to the left.

A thick hand fell on his shoulder, and the man looked down at him with a stern expression on his face.

"dad……"

That day, the other three children went home with their parents, and the mastermind, who was the mastermind, was locked up in the temple and ordered to copy the prayer a thousand times.

May our hearts be always in good health, and I wish to share the joy with all my compatriots,

May you share the sorrow with them, please praise the Kuruta people forever, and let us prove with the red eyes—what the hell!

After copying it fifty times, Kurapika ran out of patience. With a cold face, he broke the pen in his hand and smashed it to the ground. Why don't you let us out!"

The door opened suddenly, and Kurapika was startled. He paused, then raised his head again, with a firm face, "It was my fault for running out and not leaving a message to make the people worry about me. I admit my mistake, but even so— —" Kurapika looked up at his father.

"Didn't Father think about going to the outside world to see it?" The boy's eyes were shining.

"According to the current situation, we will be derailed from the world culturally, economically and technologically. Is there really no problem?" Bright as a midnight star.

"Father, I'm willing to pay the price for my immature behavior, but! We can't always separate ourselves from the outside world—" The sudden darkness silenced the boy instantly.

The man crouched down and took Kurapika into his arms.

"Daddy...?" In the darkness, Kurapika blinked and asked hesitantly.

The man sighed. After a long time, he stood up and patted Kurapika on the shoulder, "Come with me."

Pulling back the hanging curtain of the temple, what was displayed in front of the two was an ordinary priest painting.

Pushing away the portrait, Xu Shi hadn't opened it for a long time, and the dust dispersed in an instant.

Kurapika frowned, covered his nose and kept fanning the wind.He probed and looked, and there was a dark hole behind the portrait, and he couldn't see anything clearly, except for something faintly shining with a faint light.

This is the underground passage of the temple, the light is very dark, and the shining light is the beads embedded in the ceiling above the head, which is probably used for lighting.

The walls on both sides are full of murals. Although the inscriptions are still clear, it is easy to find that these murals have a long history from the lines, brushwork, coloring and wear of the murals.

The man walked ahead, and Kurapika was distracted by the painting on the wall.

In the painting, a group of people with blurred faces surrounded three people. The man tried his best to protect his wife and daughter behind him. His eyes were scary red, which looked very ferocious.

"My people's eyes turn red when they are emotional, but people outside are not like that." A man's voice sounded from the front.

In the second picture, the enemy with a blurred face fell to the ground. The man picked up his daughter, and the wife sat kneeling aside, with a dropped dagger in her hand.

"In fact, humans fear and reject those who are different from them."

In the third picture, the woman is holding a dagger tightly in her hand and confronting the man. The little girl is lying on the ground face to face, bleeding all over the ground. "

"They tend to take some extreme measures."

In the fourth picture, there is only one person in this picture, the same man from before, with ragged clothes, sitting alone on a stone, and a stone hit the back of his head.

"Those people's eyes will turn red, and their strength is terrifying. They are the messengers of the devil."

In the fifth picture, a large number of villagers surrounded the man.In the sixth picture, a man is tied to a high pyre, and his wife stands indifferently behind the crowd.

"Thoughts like this are laughable, but the damage these ridiculous ideas do is real."

In the seventh picture, the flames are burning, and the villagers are cheering and dancing around the fire. Behind the red flames, the man's red eyes are like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Now, tell me Kurapika, do you still think you're right?"

The author has something to say: starting today, within a week, there will be 2000+ daily updates, and if it can’t be done, it will be added later.

I plan to set it as a dual-vision interspersed type. I originally planned to turn this into Chapter 2, but in that case, I would have to disassemble and move the entire part that has been written so far. How about this.

☆、Unexpected people and unexpected troubles

Part10. Unexpected people and unexpected troubles

I frowned and walked out, Adonis suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab my wrist, covered his lips and smiled when I turned to look at him.

"Tell me," he looked at me in a drawn-out tone, his eyes and brows were full of flirtatiousness, "is it your child who will win or mine?"

I waved my hand indifferently, and walked out quickly.

"No way—" Adonis, who appeared in front of me in an instant, wagged his fingers and smiled coquettishly.

A pair of cold hands hugged my waist, and Adonis, who was kneeling on the ground, hugged my thigh, with a sullen tone, "—how could you let Kuroro-kun leave so easily."

I kicked him away with a cold face, and pulled another hand from the crook of my arm, and another Adonis stuck to my back, rubbing it impatiently, and whispered: "It's hard to catch him!" is you--"

I frowned slightly, and cut it with my backhand.

The man who was leaning against me from behind grinned and dodged lightly. A slender silk thread in the open palm of his standing in the corner tied my right arm tightly.

He smiled brightly, turned it over several times in his hands, the silk thread was tightened again, and tightly strangled into the flesh.

Adonis, who was kicked by me before, also smiled. He shook the silk thread in his hand at me, and that one was tied to my left leg.

"How about playing a game?" Another Adonis appeared out of nowhere, holding an apple and gesturing on my head.

And Adonis, who was at the front, got a flashy bow from somewhere, and was aiming at me with one eye closed.

Sure enough, we should be cautious about unknown things, I sighed in my heart.

"Mr. Kurolo, do you think the apple on top of you will be shot, or your head?" The Adonis laughed arrogantly.

"Realization system?" Even if I stole it, it wouldn't be useful. I reached out helplessly and broke the neck of Adonis on the right. This Adonis dissipated the moment I grabbed it.

"You guessed it right." Adonis shot an arrow right in front of him, and the arrow was drawn into a silver glow extremely fast and roared towards him.

I frowned slightly, turned my head to dodge, the arrow shot on the wall and made a horrible cracking sound, and the gravel flew for a while, even though I tried my best to avoid it, I was still disfigured by the dust.

"There should be a limit to the number of such cockroaches, right?" I quietly looked at more and more Adonis around me and felt the corners of my lips twitch. Why are all these cockroaches naked? This guy It's okay to run naked, but can his wife not run naked?

Stiff movements, speed and strength make people look down upon.

Even though there are a large number of people, they are still nothing to be afraid of. What really needs to be worried about is the one who is aiming at the bow and arrow.

"Not only is there a quantity limit, but there should also be a time limit." While avoiding these violent attacks, I focused on Adonis in front of me.

"Your ability should be to be able to appear next to the opponent and stretch the mind line through the contact point to restrict the opponent's movement, but now the attacks that appear are basically rigid and rigid, which probably means that your mental strength is not enough to support it too much. It's complicated, am I right?" Come on, answer me.

Adonis in front of him drew his bow like a full moon, and he smiled brightly, "It doesn't matter if I tell you, the time I can support two special high-level guns is only half an hour, of course, now only 2 minutes is enough for me to kill you. "

The conditions were fulfilled, and sure enough, all of them disappeared.

Let go of the bowstring, and the arrow is pulled into a silver light and flies towards it very quickly, and before the first arrow is completely shot, the second arrow is already on the string!

I spread my right hand to open the thief's secret book, and when I turned to the page I wanted, the silver light was already close to my eyes.

The moment the silver glow was about to brush against the forehead, the second arrow hit the tail of the first one, and the corner of my lips twitched, seeing the first arrow suddenly speeding up and pointing directly at the center of my eyebrows.

——It's a foregone conclusion, Adonis smiled happily.

I used teleportation to avoid disaster, and I sat on the sofa with my chin resting on my chin. I got the ability and visited the venue. Although I didn't get enough good hospitality, it was time to say goodbye.

I quietly admired the smug smile that froze on Adonis' face, and then, the next second!

The overwhelming number of nails makes this beautiful face unrecognizable.

I calmly looked at this face full of nails, only to feel a chill hit my forehead.

But more of it is faint rage. Although, I don't like Adonis' ability very much, but the feeling that this kind of thing is gone as soon as I get it is still very uncomfortable.

I looked coldly at the black-haired beauty who was doing it.

The business tycoon and gang leader next to him, the most beautiful man in the Batokia Republic, fell down straight and made a loud noise.

He is dead.

The black-haired beauty stood indifferently on the window sill with her arms folded, her long jet-black hair fluctuating in the night wind.

There was no emotion on his delicate face. He was obviously the attacker who was caught on the spot, but his attitude was strangely calm.

I have seen quite a few murderers, serial killers, habitual killers, accidental killers and even vicious murderers addicted to murder, but these people are more or less touched by the matter of killing.

But this man was something else, an extreme calm.He was so calm as if he had just eaten a meal, which made me suspect that murder was as normal to him as breathing.

But the more interesting ones are not the ones above.

It was obviously a creepy and calm gesture, and even though it was accompanied by the lingering bloody smell, it still gave people a feeling of well-being.

I almost wanted to sigh, if it wasn't for his height, I would have made an exception and invited this beauty to be the No. 13 brigade.

"Hey, beauty, how about going to have a meal together?"

Hey beauty, don't you want to have a hair?

Hi, beauty, will you be my wife?

Hey beauty, let's travel the world together!

"Thank you for your kindness and the help just now." Very polite words, the voice is full of gratitude but there is no gratitude on the face, which makes me extremely curious what kind of place can breed such twisted and contradictory creatures Come.

"Where is it?" I smiled modestly. After all, I had no intention of helping you from the beginning to the end, and even now I really want to kill you.

The long-haired beauty blinked, took out a business card from somewhere and handed it to me, "I can give you a [-]% discount."

With a bang, the door swung open, and Kurapika slammed into the wall hard.

I glanced at the sickle kid standing at the door, and that kid had a scary red eye.

Oh my poor child.

Take the beauty's business card.Waving with my back to him, I walked slowly towards Kurapika who was collapsed on the ground and couldn't even get up.

Dad, I feel ashamed that my daughter's fighting skills are so poor.

The author has something to say: Mr. Poker's proposal is straightforward and sharp, I understand, but it is a little difficult to do.

It takes a lot of brains to support it simply by complaining, and it needs inspiration.lie.

☆, Genocide

Part2. Fire red eyes

"Now, tell me Kurapika, do you still think you're right?"

He was silent and could not answer for a long time.

In the mirror, the pair of eyes that can turn red is a gift from God, but it also brings endless suffering.

While learning the Common Language, Kurapika began to research ways to hide his red eyes. He still wanted to see the outside world.

Time flies, and it is another year of summer between Baiju and the gap.

The summer of that year was very hot and the sun was unbearable, so the night was probably the most beautiful moment of the day.

The adults sat outside the house shaking fans to chat and cool off, and the children caught fireflies.

On the dark blue velvet-like night sky, the silver bands of stars stretched to the horizon, and the night was as beautiful as ever.

Of course there are still some differences.

Sister Elena came back, and brought back a young man.

The handsome man with a bandage on his forehead is Elena's sister's friend.

It is said that they are friends, but everyone knows the meaning of being able to bring them back to the family gathering place.

The people of the tribe have an ambiguous attitude and are extremely enthusiastic about this outsider, but they just