Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

"What do you think?" The dark-haired man looked directly into Volta's eyes, causing her to lose her train of thought.

When confused and helpless, seeking help from someone they trust seems to be the choice of most women. In this regard, Volta is not much different from other women.Therefore, when Kuroro, who disappeared without knowing when, suddenly appeared, Volta threw his puzzling question to this man.But what she got was the man's rhetorical question.

What does she think, what does she think?

When she first came to this world, she thought it was a dream.But in her cognition, everything in the dream is what she sees and thinks in reality, and the things in this dream are too strange.Moreover, this dream is so clear and long, so long that it makes anxiety sprout from the bottom of her heart and grow continuously—is this really just a dream?Not long after, she met Hisoka and Yier fans one after another.Only then did it dawn on her that she was just an unlucky person who broke into another world at the intersection of time and space.Later, she met this man named Kuroro again, and experienced even more unbelievable things, so that she didn't have time to think about it carefully.But now, she can't help but feel horrified when she connects these events one after another. a conspiracy.Hal Town, the Dynasty of the Sages, time and space, didn't her life after coming to this world revolve around this line?

Kuroro seemed to sigh slightly: "Valta, don't you still understand?"

"Understood... what..." Volta vaguely guessed something, but refused to admit it, "How could..." When she had already succumbed to fate and acknowledged her existence in this world, fate once again threw her Playing with applause.

"The town of Hal is the settlement of the remains of the sages guarding the ruins of Talamay. They obeyed the teachings of their ancestors and wanted to avenge the world-destroyed cross Man Luo. But they only knew that the man came from the future world, but they didn't know that the man was born in the future world. What year and what month, they tried to attract him here through his magnetic connection with people from other worlds. Therefore, every year there is a person from another world who comes here." He approached her, gently holding her cheek with his right hand, He put his lips close to her ear, "You know what? They had already given up hope." He didn't know what he thought of, but he laughed twice.

Where she couldn't see, his eyes darkened, and there seemed to be some unknown emotion in them.

"Volta," he said.

"what?"

"Which side do you choose, life or death?" he asked.

The question was so abrupt that she thought she had heard it wrong.

"Which side?" he repeated.

"Birth." Because she didn't understand the meaning behind his words, she hesitated in answering.

"Good," he said.

Before Walta had time to think about what this "good" meant, she suddenly felt a pain in her earlobe, which made her body tremble slightly.She couldn't see Kuroro's movements clearly, but felt something cool touched her ear, and then his warm tongue.

Then, a red bead appeared in Kuroro's palm.

Her brows were slightly frowned, she didn't know when it started, she hated red, red would remind her of a pitiful boy, the boy who was destined to live and fight this man to the death.

In the blink of an eye, the red color on the beads faded, turning into a very light and transparent color.is it.

Kuroro slid the bead to her fingertips, then brought it to her lips.

Before thinking, she opened her mouth obediently, and the cold thing slid down her esophagus.

She looked at him in astonishment, trying to say something, but found that she couldn't make any sound.

She opened her mouth again, but still no sound came out of her mouth.

Her eyes were filled with horror, and she was obviously overwhelmed by the situation.She stared blankly at the man in front of her, who never avoided her gaze, the fluctuating emotions in that man's eyes were incomprehensible, and he hugged her even tighter.

The hug seemed to convey something, instead of pushing the man away, Volta hugged him back.At the same time, a flood of indescribable grief came over her, not because of what was lost, but because of what she felt.If we have to describe it in words, let's call it the last carnival before the end of the world.

Can she say no?The god's answer was, either keep going or be abandoned.

Volta, do you feel it?Crotor spun the thread of your fate, Lachesis told Atropos the decision, and the latter raised the scissors in his hands.

The author has something to say: 1. Crotor, Lachesis, and Atropos are the three goddesses of fate. The first is to weave the thread of life, the second is to determine the length of the thread of life, and the third is to cut the thread of life. line.

2. Update at 18:[-] tomorrow~