[Full-time hunter] Fall in love with you for a lifetime

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Kurapika looked at the mountain of garbage.And look at the eldest son who beat the enemy Hakka beside him.I don't know why, but it feels weird.When Kurapika's hand reached out and almost touched the corner of the opponent's clothes, the opponent didn't seem to feel himself.Then,........

After beating classmate Di Ke, I saw that my clothes were pulled down by the air, and the collar of my clothes was crooked.It looks so cute with big cat eyes. . . . .

"Can you.. see me?" Kurapika slightly raised his head to look at the bewildered side face of the beater who was looking down at the corner of his clothes.Big Maoyan obviously heard Kurapika's voice, and tilted his head, expressing his puzzlement.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to completely seal the altar of my family. So a spell and an accident occurred." Kurapika said, trying to meditate on what made him breathless.But it still exists.

"Well... I'm sorry to interrupt your mission. But I don't think your mission should conflict with my killing those people, right?" Kurapika said in a low voice.He dared to speculate like this because the other party didn't intervene when he did it from the very beginning.

"Well...in principle...you have already helped me solve my task. However, since it is your spell that affects me, I am standing outside the range of your altar. Shouldn't it be affected?... . . ”

"...This is exactly where I am strange. My former elder told me that if the formation is forced to be affected, then unexpected things will happen."

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"If the altar of my family is sealed, you need to pay a certain price. Maybe it's the senses. Maybe it's the soul or other unexpected things. My ancestors told me that once the whole altar has to be moved, anything can happen. So. ..The current situation is expected, but also unexpected." Kurapika bit his finger.Blood is like a blooming flower in the air.There are no regular circles.

"Pa-ta!" Brother Qi Ya stretched out his hand to catch the floating slow blood flower.Then... the white-haired Kurapika, a pair of glazed purple eyes appeared directly in the big cat's eyes.Corresponding to the rags and rags on Meteor Street... like a fragile white butterfly ready to scatter with the wind at any time.

Yirmi blinked, looking at the blood that disappeared in her palm.He probably thought of something, but didn't say a word.

"...It might be an ancient formation." Yirmi said, then naturally pulled up her clothes, and walked gracefully and slowly towards the depths of Meteor Street.

Kurapika couldn't see his own appearance, otherwise even he would be shocked.Short white hair, purple eyes, ruddy complexion.There is a slightly tired expression, and finally there is the blue flame that can be seen as long as you have rested and practiced recitation.Lightly attached to his whole body.

That is clearly the appearance of the Kuruta tribe returning to the gods. . . . .