The Return of the Hunter's Missing

After exchanging feelings with Il fans until noon, I nodded my head benefiting a lot, so I raised my hand and asked for lunch.

Teacher Yiermi said he had a job, so he waved goodbye and burst into tears on the spot. I calmly said that I would go to exercise, and after Yiermi left with long hair fluttering, I called lunch in an instant.

I watched with tears streaming down my face as what was supposed to be breakfast has now turned into lunch. I suddenly felt that the steak cooked by the chef today was extraordinarily delicious. It seemed that he had improved after the breakfast incident last time.

I am very satisfied with the steak cut and I plan to go to condolences in person later... (Chef: Big sister, please spare the villain! The villain really can't stand it, bastard!)

After I had a full meal, I felt that life is very beautiful, so I immediately implemented my visit plan, went to find Mr. Chef, and wanted to study with him the problem of Sanji's theory of evolution.

Therefore, it is not terrible for people to make mistakes, the terrible thing is to make low-level mistakes, and it is not terrible for people to make low-level mistakes, the terrible thing is to always make low-level mistakes. Is it because I made a low-level mistake but still didn’t consciously take the initiative to be excited and actively make a low-level mistake...

The above propulsive tongue twister is the expression of my emotions after I turned east and west to a sunny garden when I was obviously going to the kitchen, how philosophical it is.

Speaking of it, I really didn't expect that the Dadi Hakka would have a garden... I took a closer look, and the flowers I can recognize include roses, lavender, peonies, forget-me-nots, lily of the valley, red manjusawa, manju Dharani, roses, camellias, chrysanthemums (...) and a lot of strange flowers that can't be named, seem to be special products of the hunter world.

But... I squatted in front of the camellia with black lines all over my head. Will there be camellia in this season?By the way, the flowering seasons of these flowers are all different... How can there be any reason to bloom together?You were standing in rows in the kindergarten at that time?

It is said that in order to prove that Wu Zetian could command the world, Mr. Onmyoji came up with such a trick. In the middle of winter, all the flowers bloom, and the peony is alone.

Because of Peony's persistence and pride, Wu Zetian was furious and burned Peony, and the rest were demoted to Luoyang. When I saw this allusion, I still praised Peony for its high morals.

But... I took a look at the few peonies that bloomed happily, don't tell me that those are Yao Huang Wei Zi... Wu Zetian will cry...

"Do you like roses?" A thin voice came from behind me, I turned my head reflexively, and my sharp nails had already touched the carotid artery of the visitor.

"You..." I didn't expect that it was a little girl who appeared in front of me, wearing a light green kimono, with two big emerald green eyes full of soft light, as if she didn't care at all as long as I lightly exerted force she will die.

"Do you like white camellias? I just planted them successfully this year." She repeated what she had just said, and continued to look at me innocently.

"Ah." I put down my hand and my voice slowed down, but I still didn't relax my vigilance: "It's very beautiful, and it matches the name very well."

The pure white petals overlap one by one, and the surrounded flower center is like a blend of the purest colors, revealing a mysterious and holy flavor.

I didn't expect to see white camellias here. Even in the original world, this beautiful flower is rarely seen in the wild. Most of the ones sold on the street are made of dyes. That kind of vulgar and popular Beauty, how can it match the real one-thousandth.In my previous life, I had a lot of fate with the white camellia, maybe because of its flower language-how can you underestimate my love.

The girl walked up to her, and now I realized that she didn't wear shoes, and her little flesh-colored feet stepped directly on the dirt without a sound. No wonder I didn't notice her footsteps just now. I looked at her strangely and felt that This girl is not that simple. First of all, anyone who can survive beating the enemy Hakka is not simple, at least they can read.

"Why do the flowers here bloom regardless of the season?" I watched her staring at the flowers as if she was taking care of her own child, and felt a little creepy.

"Because my thoughts can give them vitality." The girl's thin voice sounded as if it would be blown away by the wind, but I was taken aback.

I was startled, if she could do this, wouldn't she exist like a god?This is really unbelievable. What if the object she gave was not a plant but a human being?When I was covered in cold sweat from the fright, the girl spoke again: "I can only give vitality to plants. I hope to protect this garden. I hope to protect every life here."

I suddenly felt a little dirty.Not for anything, just for those thoughts I just had.

I looked at this girl silently, and even felt that she was very happy.No, she was really happy. The way she looked at the flowers just now seemed to be looking at her whole world.

"Here is my home." The girl gently touched the leaves, and the flowers swayed gracefully in the wind as if they could talk to her.

I shook violently all over, and couldn't restrain the extended nails from piercing into the flesh fiercely, bringing a numb sensation.I don't know what to say, maybe I should be envious, I should be jealous, but now I can't feel anything except the chill spreading from the bottom of my feet.

"Home? What is home?" I smiled wryly and asked bitterly.

The little girl turned her head to look at me, and after a long time, she slowly showed me a smile like a flower blooming in the mountains: "There are people who miss you, and that is your home."

At that moment, the spring flowers were blooming.

The autumn leaves outside the garden are still bleak, and the wind blows and the ground is full of panic.

Until I walked out of that psychedelic garden, I didn't know whether I was dreaming or real.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I would never have believed that such a place existed in the world-famous family of killers.

Maybe that doesn't exist in the world.

But for me, it's not that important anymore.

The only thing I know is, blocking the door in front of me that was once closed so desperately.

Now, a crack has been quietly opened.

The author has something to say: This chapter is literary [cover your face] After thinking about it, I think it's so weird... Isn't this the haunted in the legend... What if you die inside it... (Type: Are you kidding? ...how could such a thing be possible!)