[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

Cursed as he walked, "Wait, you ugly bastards, don't think that having a flower protector is a big deal!"

"Welcome next time."

Protecting Bawanghua is outrageous.

"Enoch, don't you want to go back?"

Isaac asked hesitantly, "Is the person who talked to you just now a friend?"

"Ah, you have noticed." The tourist was a little surprised, thought about her relationship with Hisoka and replied, "Although we call him a good friend, it is not actually a friendship in the traditional sense."

"Huh?" Enoch stood up and asked nervously, "Is that a lover? I saw him just now, and he hugged you."

No!The lover is too shocking!I can't stand it.

The tourist's half-closed eyelids widened in an instant, and he said slowly, "Don't worry about that, he has that flamboyant personality. I'm more inclined to be a partner in the relationship, and he provides help." Don't kill her, be conservative Secret, a little protection when necessary. "I will pay back." Work hard to become stronger, and then there will be a hearty battle.

The tourist said: "If you're fine, go back quickly. I'll accept the things. Thank you. I'll pay you back if you have money."

"No, you don't have to pay it back." Enoch smiled shyly, turning his head while walking, "I'll come and see you next time."

"Tree, tree!! Oops...tsk."

Enoch clutched his forehead and turned around, as if he had finally summoned up his courage, he shouted loudly: "I think Miss Tourist is very beautiful! The figure of working hard to sing and live is more dazzling than any existence! I will support tourists in the future Miss! Please continue to maintain your vitality!"

What kind of girly manga is this bizarre unfolding, Uncle Vigorous Chasing Stars?

"Thank you so much for your support." It's just that I personally don't have much interest in singers, and I can't save enough money for my life as a street performer.Vitality, no.Get rich, yes.

The tourist laughed and packed up the things on the ground, and wanted to turn around to find Hisoka, but found that there was no one there, so he had to put down the things again.

"I wanted to play with Hisoka at first, but I left so fast."

The tourists looked at the empty night boredly, suddenly lost any mood, inexplicably frustrated, and a faint depression lingered.The tourist was in a bad mood, so she changed her mind not to let those unlucky children go, anyway, they are just the most common virtual NPCs, they won't interfere with the main plot and have no other value, even if they die... that's okay, right?

The tourist stood up and walked in the direction the group left.

If they go home, spare them.If they still linger at night, drag them into the alley.

When the tourists saw them, the group of people still sat in the open-air barbecue shop without any notice, feasting, chatting and laughing.He didn't seem to take the previous advice to heart at all.

The tourist walked over, smiled and issued an invitation letter from the god of death, "I have something to ask you, can you come with me?"

Those people seemed to be laughing at her existence, "What can a person like you do?"

"Please."

The boys showed wretched smiles on their faces, as if they had thought of something interesting, "Then let's go."

"grateful."

The tourists smiled softly and led them to the dark alley.

"Hey, are you here yet?"

one of them asked a little nervously.

"hold on."

After walking for a while, the tourist stopped and turned around and kicked very quickly.The person walking in the front flew a few meters away, like a thrown flower pot, smashed to the ground, unable to get up again.The tourist didn't stop attacking, and quickly eliminated the others.

She squatted in front of one of them, her indifferent face was completely different from usual.

"Forgive...forgive me."

The tourists did not speak, and there was no trace of human emotion in their calm eyes.In her eyes, those who fell on the ground should not be counted as human beings.

"I'll return the money to you, don't kill us..."

Tourists would crush his neck if they lifted their feet.

But she stopped.

It was still so beautiful just now, and one of the robbers who showed off their might couldn't help crying.In the silent slaughterhouse, only weak and forbearing cries could be heard, which hurt her eardrums.

She bent down, dabbed a little teardrop on the man's face, put it in her mouth, and said sarcastically: "Your tears are also salty, hehe."

The tourist smiled morbidly, as if she was suddenly pulled out of the quagmire. She smiled, lowered her head and let out a long breath, looking up at the sky.It was still dark.

"Forget it, I'll let you go." The tourist smiled cutely, held his face in his hands, and bent his upper body sideways, "People are the flowers of the motherland, and good young people in the new era will not fight. "

"Thank you, thank you." They no longer cared about whether the tourist's words were true or not, and how awkward and disgusting their posture was.

"If you understand, correct yourself and be a new person."

As if deliberately suppressing the darkness surging in their hearts, the tourists hummed brisk songs all the way and walked out at brisk steps.

"You didn't kill them..."

"Ah, Suo Jiang." The tourists rushed over and rubbed each other affectionately, "Suo Jiang, Suo Jiang, hey, why are you here?"

"Hmph~ I smelled danger and came here to take a look...why? The little tourists want to kill them, don't they~?"

"How is it possible!" The tourist took a few steps back, clutching his chest pain in pain, and looked at Hisoka in disbelief, "She is a beautiful girl, how could she kill someone!"

Hisoka smiled maliciously, and pierced the red heart with one word, "It's fine not to treat them as human beings..."

The tourist's smile went cold, and he said coldly.

"If you talk like this, we won't be able to talk today."

Hisoka grabbed his arm excitedly, trembling strangely in excitement, even his pupils trembled.

I can't talk anymore today.The tourist rolled his eyes and walked around him.

hypocrisy

The tourist took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to the follower behind him: "Hisuo, don't follow me. If you follow me, there will be no good fruit to eat."

A joker suddenly appeared in Hisoka's hand, the card blocked the hypocritical smile, and maliciousness ran out of his eyes again, "The expression of the little tourist~ is very bad... as if he is about to die~"

The tourist didn't even bother to pretend, and calmly said: "I'm an idiot if I believe you. Don't worry, I won't commit suicide. Even if the world is destroyed, I will live until the last second."

Hisoka walked lightly, walked slowly to her side, and held the tourist into his arms like a bewitching, spit out sweet words along with the heat, "Let me watch it again, I prefer crazy tourist sauce... ..."

"Liar." The tourist poked at him mercilessly, "You think it would be more fun to kill me like that." The tourist coldly stroked the hand on his shoulder, wanting to leave.

Hisoka tightened his strength and hugged her even tighter. He raised his head high and licked his lips, as if he was suppressing.

Tourists are tough, merciless, "Let it go."

"Hey~Tourist-chan~" Hisoka lowered his head, his sweet voice trembling slightly, his cold fingers covering the slender neck in front of him, "Are you angry with me?" Under the scarred skin, the life-sustaining body The pulse was beating powerfully. He only needed to use a little more force, and a little more force...could break her neck.

The tourist smiled mockingly, "I know your setting is narcissism, but I didn't expect it to be so narcissistic. It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with all of you, just a virtual character... um."

She closed her eyes uncomfortably, tightened the hem of her clothes and endured no struggle.

"Tourist-chan ~does~ treat me like them~?" Hisoka let go of his hand and asked pretending to be a little hurt, but his breath was full of killing intent.

The tourist fell to the ground, clutching her red neck, she was suddenly very tired, she was tired of playing fake games with a group of fake people, meaningless and worthless would only waste her time!

"Aren't you?! If you're not, show me the evidence!!" The questioning blurted out.

But she regretted it after yelling.Although she still felt that she was right in her heart, it was just that what she said was too...disrespectful and not in line with her usual style, so she apologized.

"I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Don't follow me. I promise you, I won't rot, and I will definitely be a worthy opponent. I'm just a little..." The tourist thought about his words, "Mood not good."

"Tomorrow will be fine. I promise, I will not let you down, please don't kill me." The tourist stood up and fled away.

Hisoka looked coquettishly at the fleeing figure, bent down to pick up the joker that fell on the ground, put it on his lips and kissed it, and walked into the alley and murmured, "Human beings are so interesting...hehe~ Will you find out~?"

At first, Hisoka would keep her just because he was in a good mood that day.Seeing a big, delicious fruit, I chased after it and bumped into her by chance.

It is rare to see such lively people on Meteor Street.He was obviously stronger than those people, but he was still being chased.It is a useless rotten fruit, and there is no interest in taking a second look.

Hisoka wanted to leave immediately, but the weak man bumped into him, and suddenly became very imposing, babbling inexplicable words, knowing that he was an old liar as soon as he opened his mouth, but his lies were not very clever.

Well, for the sake of apologizing, let her go, and be a good person once in a while~

Later, they met again.What kind of treasure is the favorite toy to find? It seems to be some strange eyes. It’s really boring~ He has been lost for a long time, but he also knows an interesting rule. He has always been very patient.That reckless woman broke in again, and she was also looking for Kuroro.Hehe~ A weak and stupid woman, seems to be a little stronger than last time~ Unfortunately, it's useless, she still looks like she doesn't know how to use her power.

Take her