you turned on the love game

When the group of monsters were sent out of Meteor Street, you went with them. A phantom beast hunter came to pick them up. On the one hand, he was angry that someone had captured endangered monsters, but on the other hand, he was glad that nothing serious happened.

Although Meteor Street is a place that does not exist on the map.

But as a Phantom Beast Hunter looking for rare species all over the world, he has more or less heard of this place.

The Eudemons Hunter looked at the endangered beast locked in the cage, but his spirit was a little weak and his body was not injured. He said sincerely: "Your Meteor Street is pretty good!"

Sirio originally lowered his head to talk to Kuroro, but when he heard this, he raised his brows slightly and showed a commercial smirk: "That's right, the people of Meteor Street are warm and hospitable, welcome to visit Meteor Street next time."

The Eudemons Hunter looked happy: "Okay, okay!"

While they were talking, you suddenly noticed a drooping monster in a cage in the corner.

The look of being sullen on the ground is very cute.

You look at it with a subconscious smile in your eyes.

Margot was like this when she was a child. She ran into the forest and got injured in a fight with other big beasts. You were forced to hold her in the manor until her injuries recovered before she could go out again.

During that time it can only stay around you.

I also learned to snort with my nose without a teacher, humming humming.

You knelt down and teased the bitter monster.

However, in the cage farthest from this cage, there is another monster with a strange appearance, which is also the most precious endangered species here.

It can understand human language and knows that they are about to be sent back to their original place of life. While it is happy, it can't help but feel a little scared.

But instead of being afraid of these people, it's afraid of...

"Well, you are here."

Hearing this voice, it immediately curled itself up into a ball, its eyes widened, and it looked nervously at the person coming.

It was this kid who killed all the people who captured them, and then walked in rather casually through the room full of blood, bent down, and stared at it with interested and curious eyes.

It's something I haven't seen in books.

He said so.

Sensing the fear of Warcraft towards him, Kuroro didn't care, and even smiled and said, "Actually, I'm quite interested in you."

He always has a strong curiosity about all new things.

The young man in a simple white coat and black trousers put one hand in his pocket, tilted his head slightly, dark black hair flowed down from his forehead, and his skin was translucently white, which on the contrary made those eyes that looked like thick black ink even darker.

He said, "What a pity. I was going to take you back."

Hearing this, the furry monster trembled.

The trembling and frightened look looked cowardly and pitiful.

The sunlight was projected from behind, pulling the building behind Kuroro out of a dark gray shadow, and he was standing in this shadow.

The young boy stared at the monster, his pupils were dark and deep, and the corners of his lips unconsciously pulled into a cold smile without emotion.

Suddenly, your voice sounded from a distance.

Kuroro didn't look back, but he knew that you were asking the Eudemons hunter about some things related to Warcraft.

You're always putting your mind to odd places.

He raised his face, and sighed childishly, the dark emotion in his eyes receded like a tide, and he returned to a calm look.

The gloom between his brows just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"But she hates it, so forget it."

Kuroro bent his knees and squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees.

He rested his chin with his palm, with a pure and harmless smile on his face, looking like an ordinary child.

"Don't worry, I won't shoot you."

With that said, he turned his head to find your position.

The fingers resting on the side of the face tapped one after another, and the dark eyes slowly moved up from the sun-drenched ground, looking at your face.

You are talking to the Eudemons Hunter, with a faint smile on the corner of your mouth, and your hair swaying back and forth with your movements, like a restless tail.

The sun is pouring on your body, and there is a gentle light golden halo around your body, like a misty wind.

The young boy stared at you, and then his thin eyelids drooped slightly, his inexplicable expressions were all covered up underneath.

He said slowly, "At least not while she's alive."

The monster stopped trembling, and quietly poked its head out to look at him.

The boy who made him frightened stared at the ground, his broken hair was messily scattered on his forehead, and his long curled eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes, adding a bit of indescribable peace to him.

"Krollo!"

After you finished talking with the Eudemons Hunter, you waved to him from a distance, with a smile on your face: "Come here, we can go home."

The black-haired boy who was originally downcast in thought stood up.

He turned his eyes, landed on the monster, put his hands in his pockets slowly, and said suddenly: "Actually, you understand everything. To be honest, it's quite troublesome for you to hear these words."

The monster's eyes widened suddenly: "!!"

Kuroro bent his index finger and tapped his face lightly, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said thoughtfully: "Well, let's get rid of you, so that there will be no possibility of leaking any secrets."

The monster suddenly showed a terrified look.

The young boy admired the expression of this endangered monster, smiled unhurriedly, and said maliciously, "Oh, I lied to you."

Then he turned and left in a good mood.

The poor, weak and helpless monster was dumbfounded on the spot: "..."

When the Eudemons Hunter settled the matter, he found that the state of this endangered monster was even more wrong.Since the high-level Warcraft can understand the common language, he asked enthusiastically, "Aren't you happy?"

Warcraft glanced at him, turned his head, and pointed his butt at him.

Eudemons Hunter: "??" Why are you willing to listen to children, but not me!

Time passed quickly, and you didn't find anything wrong with Kuroro until you finished dealing with this batch of monsters, so you finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Life calms down again, and you stumble across a book about the unique customs of passing zero in a bamboo cradle for children on their birthdays.

It is said that this can bless children with a safe and worry-free life.

You just remembered.

Having been together for so long, I still don't know their birthdays.

When they were all around at night, you asked a question, but I didn't expect that Ma Qi and Xia Ke didn't know their date of birth.

You simply use the date of meeting as the time to give the gift, but you don't tell them that it will appear as a surprise when the time comes.

Kuroro pondered for a few seconds.Give an exact time.

It is less than half a month from now.

Ah, fuck it, you thought.

It is very difficult to find a unique gift that Kuroro will definitely be interested in without attracting their attention, let alone only a short dozen days.

Just when you were at a loss, Sirio sent good news.

The insiders of the council happen to have a unique collection, and they are considering selling it recently, and Sirio thinks that Kuroro will definitely like it.

When he gave the news, you were half-believing, but when you saw the treasure that that person treasured, you immediately bought it at a high price, even if it was far above the market price, you didn't care.

Sirio clicked his tongue twice: "It's a big loss..."

You don't care about his ridicule at all: "At this point in time, this price is completely acceptable to me."

In the blink of an eye, it came to Kuroro's birthday.

Madge and Knight went about their own affairs as usual, and Kuroro was flipping through strange books as usual. Their performances were no different, and they didn't take today to heart at all.

You know that's normal for kids on Meteor Street.

So I don't think there is any problem, not to mention these things should be remembered by you.

When you walked into the study, the black-haired boy was sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen and writing something on the page under his palm.

You walked over and sat next to him, quietly looking at him with your face propped up.

Soon, Kuroro raised his head: "What?"

You blinked and said, "I've spent a lot of money lately."

The boy quickly turned his pen: "That's it?"

He lowered his head again, poured his eyes on the book, and wrote his notes next to the text: "I know, it doesn't matter."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"..." Kuroro said calmly, "Because I am in charge of that account."

You froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when you handed over those things to Kuroro, you also handed over the account authority to him, which means that he knows all the money you spent during this period.

Still thinking about not drawing attention.

You folded your hands on the table and let out a long sigh.

"So you know all about it."

Turning your face sideways, your gaze falls on the boy's face, his delicate facial features are reflected by the bright desk lamp, looking quiet and beautiful.

"Okay. Then there's no need to guess."

After you finished speaking, you lowered your head and rummaged through the gifts you brought over. You didn't notice that Kuroro looked at you with a puzzled expression: "?"

The small dark-colored boxes are tightly fastened together, you open the lock, and inside is the bottom layer of red velvet, and a clear blue and transparent gemstone is placed in the center, reflecting the clear light under the light.

"This is liquid ore, one of the seven beauties."

You supported your chin with both hands, bent your eyes and smiled softly, the little boy's dazed expression reflected in your bright eyes.

"Happy birthday."

Hearing this, his pen tip suddenly drew a mark on the paper.

The boy's eyes were dim, and his slender fingers touched the priceless treasure, stroking the cold and clear touch with his fingertips.

The other scenes in sight suddenly and silently disappeared, as if all existence was erased by an eraser.

There was only this blue and clear light left in his eyes.

as well as……

"How is it, do you like it?"

The man who looked at him with a smile on his face.

Darkness emerged from his dark pupils, and he said, "I like it very much."

Before you could speak, Kurolo asked again: "The book says that on birthdays, you can make your own requests and get what you want, right?"

"Yes..." you asked curiously, "Is there anything you want?"

"..." The dark eyes fell on you, and after a long time, the young boy slowly looked away again, and his tone was indifferent, without any meaning: "Then I want... your favorite book." .”

You thought about it, and asked, "Is it "Empress Gulinami"?"

Kuroro lowered his eyes and said, "Um..."

He held the liquid ore tightly in the palm of his hand, the hard edges and corners biting the palm, and an indescribable desire arose in his heart for no reason.

You quickly brought it over and said with a smile, "Do you like it too? This book is indeed wonderful, and it vividly depicts the life of that dynasty. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find the second volume."

"By the way, do you want to write your name..."

Before the words fell, you froze for a moment, and suddenly realized after a while, rolled your eyes, and then burst out laughing: "So that's how it is!"

Without waiting for Kuroro to ask questions, you suddenly came up behind him, bent down and held his right hand, and said with a smile, "Don't move..."

As you lean closer to the book, there is a fresh floral scent.

That's your favorite shampoo.

It is also the smell of the purple firefly pandan outside the yard.

You hold the boy's hand and write his name on the corner of the cover stroke by stroke, with a special tick at the end of the last text.

"That's all right."

Rubbing Kuroro's hair gently.

But what you didn't see was that the boy's eyes widened unconsciously. After your hand left, his hand holding the pen began to tighten, and the fragile pen barrel made a soft sound about to break in his hand.

Then, he let go of his hand and slowly pressed his eyes.

The already deep eyes were as black as thick ink in an instant, as if there was an invisible whirlpool and undercurrent churning in it, overflowing with treacherous and viscous emotions.

A pendulum on the wall ticked its hands.

He peeked at the personal name from the gap between his fingers, and suddenly covered it with the other hand, slowly stroking the slightly sunken word mark with his fingertips, paused suddenly, and pressed down heavily again.

After writing his name, you straightened up, cleared your throat and said deliberately: "Take good care of it, this is a hard-to-find book, even after a few years, it must look like new."

Kuroro was silent for a few seconds, and put his hand down from his eyes, the undercurrent in his eyes just now seemed to have disappeared.

He looked down at the book.

"I see."

It looks like I took your word for it.

But this was just a joke, I didn't expect it to be taken seriously.

The smile in your eyes grew stronger, and you said to him: "It's okay, I'm just joking, the essence of a book is for people to read, and everything else is trivial."

"Even if it is accidentally damaged, it is normal."

Seeing that the boy was still hanging his head, you stretched out your fingers and poked his forehead lightly. After he looked up at you, you asked softly, "Is this the only book you want? Is there anything else you want?"

"..." Kuroro met your gaze, and there seemed to be a bottomless darkness in the depths of his eyes again.But if you look closely, there's nothing there, just ordinary black pupils inside.

"That's it," he said.

The young man curled his lips into a smile and looked down.

Contemplating the hieroglyphs of various shapes on the paper.

The crooked handwriting seemed to be endowed with life, turning into dark shadows and reflecting into his pupils, piling up into a dark and obscure mass.

This secretive abyss gradually penetrated deeply, adhering to his internal organs, and the predatory instinct belonging to the Meteor Street people quietly spread out.

Kuroro clenched the liquid ore again, and pressed his palm against the irregular sharp edges and corners around the clear sapphire.

Forcibly press this instinct in the bottom of my heart.

Feeling the coldness, the pleasant boy's voice sank slightly.

He said slowly: "For the time being... that's fine..."