Hunter's Foresight

Caroline and Demi headed to the Sky Arena that same day.

Ceslia originally planned to let the two of them go to the Sky Arena.It's not a good thing to stay in the small town with Kuroro and his three spiders around.After sending them to the car, Ceslia went back to the house and called Chacha, informing her that the business would continue tomorrow and asking her to inform other people before hanging up the phone.

Sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, Ceslia reached out and took out a picture album that was pressed under a stack of thick books under the coffee table.Opening the album to the last page, looking at the faintly yellowed corner of the page, Ceslia reached out and touched the colorful portraits of people on this page.

In the painting is a young man with his eyes closed, sleeping on the table. The young man is wearing a loose round neck light-colored T-shirt that can reveal the delicate collarbone. The sleeves are very long, reaching beyond the fingertips.The fine dark blue hair falls on the forehead, overflowing the eyes, only revealing the faint outline of the eyes.Although his eyes are closed, he can still see that he has a pair of narrow and long eyes.

The young man in this painting is none other than Feitan. This was drawn by Ceslia sitting under the cherry tree in the yard in a free afternoon in the second year after Feitan left.After finishing the painting, Ceslia put the album under the stack of books on the coffee table, and never took it out for six years.

"So... I really, have never forgotten you..." The memory of Fei Tan is so deep that every movement, every look, and every small detail of him are truly engraved in her mind and branded in her mind. in her heart.

In front of outsiders, Ceslia would not cry, because crying meant weakness, and she didn't want others to see her weak side.Hugging the album tightly in his arms, Ceslia wept softly, sobbing softly on the sofa alone.

While she was crying, someone sneaked into her room.

That person came in from the second floor, and when he opened the window that was not locked at all, what he saw was a very clean room.The whole room is mainly in blue and white tones, and the simple furnishings clearly declare the character of the owner of this room.

The room contained nothing but a bed, a matching computer desk and chair, a computer, and clothes cupboards.

When I came to the cabinet, I opened the cabinet, and there were sets of new clothes hanging.The outer sets are a little casual, and the innermost sets are formal clothes, and the size is relatively small.Slightly narrowing his long and narrow golden eyes, Fei Tan, who sneaked in, opened the drawer under the cabinet. There were several sets of clothes in the drawer, all of which were black cloaks with a skull pattern covering their mouths. There would be no one else in this size of clothes. wear, except him.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of Fei Tan's mouth slowly curled into a weird smile.

He is now very sure of the results of the knight's investigation.

But, why doesn't he remember anything?What exactly happened to make him lose all memories of Ceslia Mir?

Walking to the desk, he subconsciously opened a drawer. Inside the drawer was a piece of paper with only a date written on it. But looking at the note, Feitan subconsciously thought that there should be words under the date.

a person's name.

With a mocking sneer in his throat, Feitan closed the drawer roughly, turned and left the room.This is the second floor, there are other rooms on the first floor, Fei Tan walked directly downstairs without entering other rooms.There is another person's aura in this room besides him, and this person's aura is downstairs.

When Feitan came downstairs, Ceslia was already tired from crying, she lay on the sofa, hugged the painting and fell asleep deeply.

Seeing his target at a glance, Fei Tan walked to the sofa and looked down at the woman curled up on the sofa.She was in a deep sleep, not alert at all, and there was a strange transparent liquid on her face.Stretching out his hand, he wiped the transparent liquid hanging from the corner of his eyes on his fingers, Feitan brought his fingers to his lips, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Bitter, that is a bitter taste.

Why is it bitter?Feitan couldn't understand.

She held a picture book in her arms, and Fei Tan pulled the picture book out of her arms.

When he saw the person pictured in the picture book, a trace of astonishment flashed in those long and narrow golden eyes that were too sharp.

The person painted on it was him, even if he didn't want to admit it, the person in this album was indeed him, and he couldn't deny it.

I flipped through the picture album, except for the last one, the rest are some small cartoons, telling stories about cats and dogs.It should be a very funny story, but he couldn't understand the text on it.That is not a language in this world, it is a language that does not belong to any country that he has never seen.

I can't understand the square and square characters, but the person who wrote them is extremely beautiful.

Juicy handwriting.

Throwing the picture album on the coffee table casually, Fei Tan sat by the sofa and carefully looked at this woman who must be his woman.One side of the sofa was sunken, but Ceslia didn't feel it at all. She slept really deeply. While venting her depressed mood by crying, it also consumed a lot of her energy.

Exhaustion made her lose all alertness.

Picking up Ceslia from the sofa, Feitan found that he hugged Ceslia unexpectedly smoothly, as if he had hugged her countless times in the past.Limbs hang down feebly, and even the head leans softly on his shoulders, Feitan is very clear that he only needs a little force, and Ceslia will be killed by him.

At the teahouse, the killing intent welling up deep in his heart disappeared at this moment, and Fei Tan suddenly didn't want to kill her, nor did he want to question her.

What happened in the past between them didn't seem to have much impact on him, if he didn't remember it, he wouldn't remember it, as long as he wouldn't forget it after now.Before, in the past, he had no interest at all.

He has no memory, but he is very familiar with this house. He went upstairs familiarly, came to her room, and put her on the bed.After putting her down and covering her with the quilt, Fei Tan stared at his subconscious actions in astonishment, knowing that something was wrong with him just now.

Yes, it's terribly wrong.

It seems to be a habit to be careful with her.

Horrible habits, habits that a spider should not have, deadly habits.

"It's really dangerous." He said in a low voice, with suppressed killing intent in his voice. "It's dangerous, it should be killed." As he spoke, his hand actually wrapped around Ceslia's neck.

Ceslia's neck was white and slender, and it could be easily cut off with just a little force.

At this moment, Ceslia, who had been sleeping all this time, suddenly opened his eyes, which were a pair of cold gray eyes with veiled eyes.She was obviously not awake, her pupils were not focused, and she was a little distracted. "Mr. Fei Tan..." The very clean voice was much more pleasing to the ears than what I heard in the teahouse.

The hand pinching her neck paused, but Fei Tan didn't grab it immediately.

"I miss you so much." She said, there was a slight warmth in her eyes, they were a pair of clean and warm eyes, and at this moment, they seemed to be able to tolerate all filth and sin.

Why didn't I find it in the teahouse just now?Didn't you notice that she has such beautiful eyes?So pretty that I want to dig them up, soak them in formalin jars, and keep them.

Her pupils were not focused, but there was Fei Tan's shadow in her eyes, no one else's, only Fei Tan's shadow.

The hand on her neck was retracted for the first time, and then Feitan moved his hand to the corner of her eye.Feitan's hands were clean and beautiful, fair and slender, not at all like bloody hands.However, his palms were covered with thick calluses, which felt rough to the touch. They were calluses left by holding something all the time.

Move your fingers along the corners of the eyes, cheeks, jaw, lips, nose and eyebrows... This is an overly soft face.Very fragile appearance, for Fei Tan, no matter how beautiful the fragile beauty is, it is waste, without any value.

But he also knew that Ceslia was not fragile, and her behavior at the teahouse had nothing to do with the word fragile.

She is not afraid of him, not the captain, and even less the knight.

In the face of his twisted pressure and killing intent, she performed with ease, no wonder the knight repeatedly asked him to let her go.

how can that be possible?There is no reason for him to give up his things, even if the opponent is a knight, his companion.However, if it was Kuroro, the head of the group, who made this request, he would not agree.Even if he agreed, he would give Kuroro a broken and completely destroyed Ceslia.

He has always been such a bad person.

"Ceslia Mir." With his fingers intentionally pausing on her lips, pressing hard on her soft lower lip, Feitan whispered her name in a hoarse voice.

Ceslia would wake up only because she was a little drowsy, her head was drowsy, and she hadn't fully woken up yet.Originally, it was true that she did not wake up, but after calculating the time, she actually did not sleep for a long time, only ten minutes at most.In such a short amount of time, it was impossible for her to completely recover the energy she had spent.

"Huh?" While closing his eyes again, his lips were slightly opened, revealing a slit, through which Feitan could clearly see the white teeth.

The fingertips were a little sharp, and quickly scratched her lower lip, and blood gushed out instantly, staining her lips red.

Crimson made Feitan even more excited.

"It's so beautiful." The cold voice drove his movements, and he bent slightly, his face came close to Ceslia's, and he opened his mouth to gently bite her lower lip.The tip of his tongue lightly licked it, and the taste of rust filled his lips. Fei Tan narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Don't make me feel too boring, Ceslia Mill."

It was a lifeless voice, as if pressing the tip of the tongue.

There is a hint of weirdness in the cold.

"Ah."