[Hunter] Reasons not to love you

Put on the shoes for going out at the entrance, go out of the house, and use the "circle" to investigate.

Found out, Shiba is on the roof.

"Circle" is a double-edged sword. When I find the other party, the other party can also feel my "circle". The hunter must be faster than the prey in order to catch the prey.

I immediately jumped onto the roof, but Shiba was no longer there, not even within the scope of the "circle", and the breath disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

Damn it, that bastard Shebba is skating so fast.

In a completely open place, it is not easy to kill a powerful telekinetic. If they want to slip away, it will be difficult to keep them.Therefore, in the original book, Ku Luoluo prepared for a long time to ensure that Hisoka was [-]% killed on the spot. He deliberately borrowed the abilities of the brigade members and designed a series of traps to cut off Hisoka's retreat.

I didn't plan ahead and I didn't have helpers.Once the world's top professional killer disappears, he may not be able to find him after a whole night of searching. The world is so big, who knows where he is hiding.

that bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"……"never mind.

Staying overnight is not good for your skin, so don't waste your efforts.

The light bulb in the living room blew up and has to be replaced tomorrow.

Back in the bedroom, I put the knife into its sheath, and fell asleep with the knife in my arms.

I didn't sleep well at night. I woke up before 6 o'clock and stayed in bed for a while. I didn't get up until 6 o'clock to wash and clean the debris of the light bulb.

Then I found that not only the light bulbs, but also the window glass had cracks, and the glass had to be replaced.

It seems that I was indeed not ordinary angry last night.

After sleeping, my mood stabilized a little, but the anger didn't dissipate.

...Men are not good things! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Calm down, don't treat yourself badly because of a man's fault, I want to treat myself better.

I started making myself breakfast.

In the past, I tried to make it convenient and quick. Breakfast was the simplest milk-soaked oatmeal, with some dried fruit and chopped nuts added to enhance the taste.

For Xiba, a 1-meter-long man, this is about the same as a glass of water, so he will use a toaster to toast some toast, and he will also fry bacon, ham and eggs. Put some oil in the pan and fry until cooked. Anyone with normal eyesight and sense of smell can do it, so I don’t think this can be called “can cook”, and then I asked him casually “Can I cook?” Doubt his ability to cook".

I remembered the first time I saw him toasting toast with a toaster, picking up a jam knife and spreading strawberry jam.

"Sibba, do you like strawberry jam?!" I was shocked, because I think strawberry jam is a symbol of cuteness, and it doesn't match his serious image at all.

"You can't say that. Peerless, you forgot, there is only this kind of jam in the refrigerator."

"Oh." I asked persistently, "What kind of jam do you like best?"

"Most of them are fine." Shiba thought for a while, "If you want to say the favorite...no, I can't judge."

Well, I have never seen him picky about food. In terms of food alone, feeding him is very easy.But he likes to buy the most expensive things when he buys, saying that "you get what you pay for", and he can directly filter by price, which can save the effort of selection.In this regard, I can't even refute, hateful rich N generation!

While talking, he evenly spread the jam on the toast, and I leaned over and said I wanted to take a bite.

"Go bake by yourself." Xiba raised his arms and raised the toast above my head, "Didn't you say that you have to do your own thing, Peerless?"

Ah, the vengeful fellow!I just got up in the morning and didn't promise to help him bring the clothes over, so he held a grudge!

"Careful!" I reached out to snatch his freshly spread jam on the toast, but he immediately avoided it, "And... cheapskates!"

Avoid all kinds of furnishings in the room, and chase around large obstacles such as tables and sofas.

If the room could be smaller and the structure simpler, chasing would not take so much time.

Regardless of Xiba's size, his movements are more flexible and agile than a mouse that burrows around, and he doesn't make any movements. He is indeed a professional killer.

"Shiba! You lost!" I stopped first, with one hand on my hip and one finger pointing at him, loudly announcing his defeat.

As the one being chased, seeing the chaser stop, Shiba also stopped, "Why did I lose?"

"Your toast is cold, it's baked for nothing, idiot! Hahahaha, let's see how you eat!" I laughed at him loudly.

"It's not expired, and the taste is a little bit worse, but it's still edible." Then Shiba pointed out my negligence unwillingly, "Peerless, your oatmeal has been soaked for too long, right?"

"...It's not expired, the taste is not good, but it's still edible!" I refuted with his remarks.

"really?"

"Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, I'll show you!"

Alas, the taste of the swelled oatmeal is super bad, and it becomes mushy in the mouth.

I ate my oatmeal while watching Sheba eat the cold toast with a stern look, and it evened out.

In the case of underdeveloped networks, newspapers and TV news are important ways to understand superficial intelligence around the world.Sitting on the sofa with a bowl of oatmeal in hand, I decided to eat the rest of the oatmeal while watching the morning news, using news reports to divert attention from the taste of the oatmeal.

Later, Shiba sat next to me and handed me a piece of baked toast, "It's just baked, do you want to eat it?"

I glanced at him and said quietly: "...why didn't you spread jam when I ate it?"

After another half a minute, he sat down next to me again, "The jam is ready, and a lot of it."

"No."

"..."

"I want you to feed me."

She took his wrists with both hands and ate the toast from his hands.He spread so much jam on the slice of toast that it got on his hands, so I carefully licked the jam off his hands too.

"Does jam taste this good?" he asked me.

"En." I licked the remaining jam around my mouth, then raised my hand, trying to wipe the jam that rubbed off the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Wait, there's a little more." He stopped me halfway and pushed me up.

"...Well." I pushed his shoulder, he had already moved down from the corner of my mouth, and kissed my collarbone, I questioned him, "There...is there... no... jam?"

"No, it's just that you didn't find it. There are also here." He unbuttoned my clothes.

The sound of the news broadcast on the TV gradually faded away, I hugged him, and when he left marks on me, I also left scratches on his back.

The unfinished breakfast needs to be cleaned up. After more than an hour, it will be almost time for lunch. Alas, cooking is really troublesome, so I choose to settle lunch outside.

"It's all your fault, I can't cover it like this!" Before going out, I worried about the red mark on my neck in front of the mirror, trying to pull my hair in to cover it.

"It's okay, no one will care." The culprit is always careless when he needs to take such responsibilities.

"Oh."

I turned around, stood on tiptoes and hugged his neck. He probably thought I was going to kiss him, so he wrapped his hands around my waist to help me stabilize my center of gravity.Unexpectedly, I suddenly gritted a tooth mark on the side of his neck, "Does this make you feel that no one cares?"

"..." He glanced into the mirror, "Someone will really care."

Can't go out, neither of them can go out for the time being.

Checking the ingredients in the refrigerator together, we decided to cook noodles for lunch, which is simple and convenient.

Since you don't plan to go out today, it doesn't matter if you continue to do more extreme things, right?

Shiba said that I bit people really badly, and it hurt him, and I said that I had bitten people until their skeletons were exposed.Then I said that he is also very good, and I want to have another round within a few hours.

"You too," he said.

"Each to each other," I said.

hateful!Why do you want to think about that bastard? !

Angrily, I chopped the small sausage on the cutting board into two pieces. I was going to make octopus sausage. Although the taste was average, it looked cute and I liked it.I'm going to make all my favorite breakfasts.

Picking up the eggs, I immediately remembered that Shiba likes poached eggs with candied heart. When I poke them with a fork, the golden egg liquid will flow out. He said that my cooking is better than his, and he likes it very much.

Damn, hate, hate, hate!

Don't think about him anymore! ! ! !

He just praised me because he was too lazy to do it himself, so that I would willingly help him make candied poached eggs!It must be so!No one is more cunning than him! !

asshole! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The crushed egg turned into a gooey mass in the palm of my hand, and I had to wash my hands again.

I finished the omelette with eggs, the waffles were baked, and I made sandwiches with cheese, bacon, eggs, and lettuce.

"It's the first time I've seen you cook such a hearty breakfast, and I've never seen you cook it before." Siba sat at the dining table, where he usually sat, with the food I threw between his index finger and middle finger. kitchen knife.

The last second I was cutting a sandwich with that knife.

"I'm not here, did you calm down?" He asked calmly.

"..."

I want to chop him up, fry his steak and add it to today's breakfast menu. Other meat can also be used as stuffing for buns, dumplings, etc. As for the bones, I will feed them to the dogs.

"Shiba Dadike, where did you die last night?" I was furious, my face at the moment must be very fierce and disgusting, but I couldn't control it.

What the hell, do you care what a dead man thinks of you?

"I have been nearby, not far away." Shiba said.

Hmph, no wonder I didn't sleep well last night, I always felt like I was being watched.

"Why are you avoiding me? Are you still afraid that I won't succeed?" I said sarcastically, "Is it a coward to beat up the next heir of the enemy?"

"Because I don't want to fight with you," Sheba replied. "In addition to losing both sides, our family will also suffer—I don't want to destroy our family."

Ding--

The set time is reset to zero, and the apple pie in the oven is done.

"Peerless, I've been thinking outside all night, and I didn't understand why you were so angry all of a sudden." He said gently, "I know you won't make trouble out of no reason, can you tell me the reason?"

"Aren't you usually very smart?" I put the cut sandwiches on the plate, "Discovering hidden information, seeing through lies and traps, isn't that what you are good at?"

"Peerless, don't tell me... are you still angry about the potato thing?" He couldn't believe it.

"Don't you know very well?" I picked up the sandwich and put it in the middle of the table.

There was a muffled sound when the plate was put down heavily through the tablecloth.

"I know, in your world, being poisoned is a trivial matter, and I'm making a big fuss. But for a moment, I really thought you wanted to kill me. That feeling of trust being betrayed , you don’t understand, right?” Damn it, I suddenly wanted to cry again, “Because you only trust your family.”

Although I don't plan to marry him, if I don't, I won't be his real family, so his position may change at any time, and he may not always be on my side.Yes, I know very well that I shouldn't have too high demands on him, this is the price of my single freedom.

"Peerless." Sheba stared at me, suddenly raised her hand and stabbed the kitchen knife into her right hand, through the palm of her hand, and nailed it into the dining table.

After being stunned for a moment, I frowned, "What are you doing?!"

"Do what you want to do to me." Shiba looked at me calmly, "You gave me the right to hurt you, and I should give you the same right. I assure you, Peerless , I won’t hide this time.”

A beating enemy who has been tortured since childhood, he is not afraid of pain.The degree to which a mere sharp blade pierces the palm should be insignificant, right?

My sadistic heart was aroused, I walked over, reached out to hold the handle of the kitchen knife, and continued to use force downward.

The kitchen knife for cutting sandwiches has serrated teeth. When sawing, it can prevent the filling from falling apart.

The sawtooth grinded through the wound on his palm one after another, the tip of the knife pierced through the table, and blood dripped down the table along the gap.

Changing the angle of the knife and tearing the incision, I asked him if it hurt, but he said without moving his brow that it was impossible.

Yes, even if you have been trained, it only improves your endurance, and what should hurt will still hurt.

Cutting flesh with a blunt knife is more torturous than a sharp knife. It can prolong the pain of flesh and blood. I slowly pulled out the kitchen knife from his hand and the table, slow enough for him to count the wounds clearly. How many sawtooths are there.

This time I put the point of the knife on his chest.

"Peerless." Xiba called my name, "Don't aim at the vital point."

"..." I stopped my movements, knowing that he still had something to say.

"Then I can convince my family not to embarrass you." He closed his eyes, "I'm done."

The room was silent for a moment, only the sound of breathing remained.

Holding the knife, I faced him and sat on his lap without him moving.

I stabbed the knife into his shoulder, blood spattered his face, and he didn't move.

"..." I let go of the handle and clenched my fist.

As he got off his lap, he grabbed my arm with his uninjured left hand, "Don't go."

"Idiot." I pulled the knife from his shoulder, "Big idiot. You are an idiot, and I am also an idiot."

"Don't go," he said again.

"I'm going to get the medicine kit, idiot." I shook his hand away.

When helping him to treat the wound, the rougher he was, the softer his eyes became. I was stared at by his unusual eyes and my back was numb. I wanted to scold him a few more words, but he touched my head with his left hand , calling my name very softly, as if a big cat was licking the back of my hand gently, trying to please me.

Dry!

I can't stand this kind of thing!Where did he learn all this shit? !Crooked way!

After dressing him quickly, without looking at him again, I turned and walked away, putting the medicine box back in place.He came over and saw that I hadn't moved for a long time after putting away the medicine box, so he reminded me about breakfast.

I waved my hand and told him to eat alone.

I'm so annoying!

He really went to eat alone, as expected of you, the usual Shiba, that's right.

All day long, I avoid him, and the house has great benefits, and I can avoid him even under the same roof.

After that he only called me twice, once for lunch and once for dinner.

Well, he is such a down-to-earth man, and he directly chose to eat alone without persuasion after I expressed my refusal.

No matter how much you hide from him during the day, there is only one bed to sleep at night.

He walked into the bedroom and asked me, "Can I get in bed today?"

Because I didn't make a sound, he regarded it as a tacit consent and walked to the bedside.

As he approached, I felt the loss of initiative in the silence. Although I didn't have a strong urge to kick him out of bed, after all, he replaced the broken light bulbs and glass windows during the day, and he was quite conscious. But it is necessary to explicitly reveal the attitude with words, "...whatever you want."

Pulling the quilt, I turned my back and faced the wall.

The mattress sags due to the extra weight, and then there is the sound of cloth rubbing.

Cold air came in from where the quilt was lifted, and Sheba's thick palm touched my thigh.

My senses are relatively sensitive. Every movement and every breath of the other party's clinging to me is as clear as a carving knife, provoking every nerve of mine.It was also a blunt knife, leisurely plucking my strings with broken staccatos.We've known each other for so long that he's mastered a variety of tricks, including ones I didn't want.

"Peerless, you said it, I can do whatever I want." His kiss was wet.

Increased humidity.

"...Is it okay, your injury." I finally couldn't help but say.

"No problem, this level of injury is common in training when I was young."

"Uh... um... bastard..."

The author has something to say:

"Really Lose Your Money" "A real man must be cruel to himself"

Quarreling at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, although I am not sure if the psychological level has been reconciled, at least the physical level has been reconciled

It is said that the highest record of lions in one day is 0.05 times, because their reproductive ability is too low, and the success rate is only [-]% (suddenly want to laugh

"Don't confuse characters with voice actors!" - Takahiro Sakurai