[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

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The tourist leaned on the back of the chair numbly, "There is no such thing, my world is very fulfilling, and I can live without everything. Love is just a pastime. I don't have such delicate nerves. If I have to say it, I prefer it." Money, it’s much easier to have money, and it’s the same without it.”

Her patience is exhausted, whatever, it's just an npc who has been with her for a while and has some affection, life and death have nothing to do with her.

Masaka lowered her head, as if feeling sorry for her, "It's a pity...Miss Tourist."

The tourist responded perfunctorily and took him to the sand.

She suddenly thought that Mark was swallowed by quicksand, it was just her guess, what if it wasn't?

"Hello." She stopped him, "I just guessed randomly, maybe it's not true, so there's no need..."

There was a gleam of light in Masaka's eyes, like the dimmest star in the sky, "But Mark really won't come back, right? He can't find us."

Tourists are speechless.If she was a perceptual, optimistic and simple-minded person, she would definitely be able to make many optimistic conjectures that do not conform to the usual situation, but unfortunately she is not.Neither is masaka.

Masaka walked slowly towards the sandy ground, and the moment the gravity came into contact with the fine sand, the desert opened its mouth to bite the self-throwing prey.Masaka still refused to repent, so he just let him go, sinking deeper and deeper.

Tourists stand not far away watching him sink and self-destruct.

In the end, the yellow sand had swallowed up to the thigh, and it was difficult to turn back. Masaka still looked at her with kindness, "The most beautiful thing must be worth giving up your life. I believe that Miss Tourist will one day Even though we haven’t known each other for a long time when encountering such people and things, I think.”

"Shut up." The tourist interrupted him, "You're too stupid, don't talk to me."

Masaka broke into a smile and really shut his mouth.

Under the faint moonlight, death is spreading.Tourists are silent spectators, like outsiders.Masaka was still stuck in the sand, and the sand slowly devoured the quiet prey.He was too calm and calm, so that this process would take an excessively long time, and he would die in pain.

The tourist sat in the car with his eyes closed, pressing his frowning brows with one hand, fighting against himself irritably.She shouldn't care.

But she still manages.

After a long time, the tourist flipped over the seat with a cold face, found a rope from the messy toolbox, and tied one end to himself and the other end to the car.He walked halfway and turned back, pinning the knife to his waist.

The tourist fell on the ground and slowly crawled over there.

"Miss Tourist?" Masaka was surprised, his lips were already chapped and his face was flushed.

The tourist glared at him angrily, "Keep your posture, don't move around, and wait for me to pass."

"But me." Halfway through Masaka's words, the sand sank a little more with the movements he made as he spoke.

"Shut up your dog mouth." The tourist cursed, and continued: "You'd better listen to me obediently, and keep your body flat slowly, don't make violent movements, the slower the better, keep your body flat, and I will save you come out."

Masaka looked at her with complicated eyes, smiled gratefully, but had no intention of leaving at all.

The tourist closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was in a really bad mood now. She was in no mood and there were no ignorant people doing ideological work. She simply pronounced the sentence, "You may not know me very well. I have always Reason regards reason as bullshit. Now you have only two choices, one, obediently obey my words, and come out completely. Two, don’t listen to my words, I will chop you up and drag you out.”

The tourist pinched his face and vented his dissatisfaction fiercely, "Even if you start to struggle and sink now, I will cut off your head and bring it back before then. Now..." The tourist snorted and showed his waist "I will cut you from the waist to the waist and bring back the upper body. Don't resist me, you will be in great pain."

Masaka called her with trembling eyes, "Miss Tourist...?"

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for being too weak, weak and fragile, you deserve it." The tourist felt that her heart was harder than a stone.

"If I sink, Miss Tourist will be implicated too?" Masaka asked worriedly.

The tourist froze for a moment, she didn't expect him to ask such a question.No, it was this quality of being considerate of others that she couldn't easily let go of it.

"Yes."

Masaka immediately began to feel awkward.

At this moment, the sand began to shake and the ground roared.The tourists immediately realized that it was an earthquake, and their faces were ashen.

vengeance

The earth whimpered, and the yellow desert rolled and heaved like a sea in a storm.They are like two small boats floating on the water, even if they fight hard, they will not escape the fate of being overturned.

In a vain delusion the tourist clings to the sand, yelling, "Grab me!" Another violent shake.The tourist wiped the sand from his face and opened his eyes to see that only half of Masaka's palm was exposed, and he would be completely swallowed next time.

With no time to think about it, the tourist struggled to get his legs out of the sand, staggered and rushed towards him, grabbed the half of the palm, and wrapped the person below with thoughts, just as if he was trying to pull out a carrot with all his strength.There was another huge force, more violent than the previous one, and she was thrown several meters at once. The RV also rolled several times in this shock, and the rope around her waist collapsed to the tightest.

With a "bang", the tourist slammed heavily on the RV.The hand she held tightly did not break.

"Great." The effort was not in vain.

The tourist cut the rope around his waist, wrapped it several times, and tied it to the arm of Masaka, who was temporarily unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

The advantage of this is that even if he is separated, he will not be completely submerged in the quicksand so easily, and if he is lucky, he can go back.But if he's unlucky and the car rolls over him in the earthquake, he's dead.

Tourists prostrate on the ground in a large font, clutching the sand under their bodies.She now feels that the metaphor of the sea is wrong, they are more like a sieve now.Be careful not to fall until the earth sifting is complete.

The ground was still shaking, with no intention of stopping.As they shook again and again, they were indeed separated. When tourists looked around, there was nothing but sand in front of them, and the misty yellow smoke blurred their vision.In the smoke and dust, it seemed that some monster broke out of the ground.

After a few minutes, the earth finally calmed down.The tourist coughed violently, and her body felt pain belatedly. She crawled out of the sand with difficulty, and sat on the ground carelessly. Qianba took it out again as a diaper and was pooped.

She has ten thousand swear words to say now, but none of them can express the fucking of one hundred thousandth of her mood.

Because now an ancient palace has popped up on the originally vast desert!A group of people went out from the door, led by Kuroro Rushiru with the back of his hair!Hisoka was there too, and seemed to have joined the brigade.

She understood instantly that this was not a natural disaster at all, it was force majeure.This xx is someone looking for the relics, and they are about to come out after stealing the relics!

That birdman dared to greet her!Tourists gritted their teeth angrily.

Wait... Why did Kurolo greet her?

The tourist's mouth opens into an O shape.

Now how to do?Pretend to be cold or weak?Dogleg or flattery?Who will tell her why the original owner, a rookie who can't even read, knows a boss-level character like Spider Head? !lover?friend?partner?enemy? !The original owner seems to be a petty thief, she wouldn't be so bold as to steal even Kuroro, right? !

Kuroro captured all the changes of the girl into his eyes in detail, and a trace of darkness flashed in the dark eyes.

"rose."

rose?Are you calling her?Such a gaudy name, like a karaoke dancer.Pretend to have amnesia?Can I just pretend to have amnesia?

The tourist's mind was spinning rapidly, and the original owner and Kuroro really exceeded her expectations.She carefully looked behind Kuroro, but she didn't find the tall figure of Pak Norda, which was a blessing in misfortune.

"Do you know me? I don't remember the past." The tourist tried to be as gentle and harmless as possible.In fact, Kuroro's appearance made her so embarrassed that her hatred value surpassed Hisoka's, ranking first on the tourist hatred list.

"Really?" Kuroro smiled and looked at the girl who claimed to not remember, her eyes were deep and dangerous, "Your reaction shows that you know me and are afraid of me. If you are as you said, you have no reason to treat strangers To react like that. Are you hiding something?"

Tourists just don't like that about Kuroro.Excessively rational and fond of dissecting human nature, his heart is chaotic.The gentle and calm appearance hides bottomless thoughts, just like a spider, lurking in the dark, weaving a web secretly, and swallowing the prey that fell into the trap without knowing when.When meeting him, there is no moment to relax.Even just talking is exhausting.

Personal contact is indeed more uncomfortable than imagined.The tourist sighed and said loudly: "You are too narcissistic! How can you tell that I am afraid of you! You are pretty, why are you so shameless when you talk?"

Instead of fighting wits and courage with him, it is much more convenient to deal with this kind of person as a simple-minded scoundrel.The tourist was thinking proudly, the next moment, after a burst of afterimages shook, blood oozes from the tourist's neck covered in yellow sand, slid across the blade, dripped on the ground, melted into the knife, and turned into red dots .

"Captain, do you want to kill this woman?"

Feitan, you little dwarf, you deserve to be as high as your chin!Do you still dare to show your sword?That's it? !

Tourists are about to run away.I long for a worthy opponent, a sharp sword, a sharp eye, and fencing with my master! !

But she held back, Huarong cried out in shock