[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

That's all.

I can’t say it, it will feel bad if I say it, I’ve been playing tricks on you.

The tourist felt uncomfortable, and said sullenly: "I mean, if, can we live in peace?"

"Huh?" Hisoka asked back in an unclear manner, and then added with a smile: "It was Tourist Jiang who said he wanted to fight me to the death~"

He knew she was lying, and knew every lie of her from the beginning, but he didn't expose it, and patiently watched her perform, watched her be burned to death by the fire he ignited, watched her collapse, and watched her show another side.

Deceiving each other, not revealing each other, step by step, whitewashing the peace, until one party is completely out of breath, this is their relationship.Not a friend, let alone a lover.

"Okay." The tourist stood up and looked around.In the deserted suburbs, a good place to fight, no one will know what happened here.

The tourist said: "If you want to teach students, the first step is to understand the level of the students, right? I know, I will try my best."

Hisoka nodded, and was about to attack, the tourist hurried back a few steps, waved his hands repeatedly and shouted: "Wait, sir, can you give me a knife? Except for a small knife, a kitchen knife is also acceptable."

"The tourist's weapon is a knife?" Hisoka asked with great interest.He remembered that there was also a swordsman in the brigade, and he might be able to bring him over for sparring.

The tourist shook his head frantically and rubbed his hands together in embarrassment: "How can I? I'm a civilized person, and I use a keyboard. Can you fix it?"

"You wait."

"Great, thank you."

The tourist shook the knife in his hand, took off his shirt, tore it into strips of cloth and wrapped the handle of the knife around his hand.

"Can we start?" Hisoka asked impatiently.

"Yes." The tourist bowed deeply to Hisoka, "Please take care of me."

After the tourist finished speaking, he jumped up and took the lead, his eyes full of killing intent.Swinging the knife straight at Hisoka, Hisoka clasped his palms together to activate his ability, stuck the blade, and wanted to break the knife, but he didn't expect the tourist to pick up the force, concentrated his energy on the other hand, and punched at Hisoka.Hisoka dismissed the thought and took a step back.The tourists rushed forward, the wind whistling, and the long knife piercing the chest, trying to defeat the enemy with one move.

Climb, climb, climb, Hisoka stepped back three steps and stood still, raised his leg to sweep away.The tourist dodged by jumping, put one hand on the ground, dodged backflips, and immediately rushed up again, slashing at him with a knife.Poking eyes, slicing ears, attacking the plate, how to do it viciously.Blades, limbs, and mind are her weapons.

Hisoka grabbed a gap and grabbed one of her arms. The tourist made a decisive decision and raised his knife to cut off his and Hisoka's hands together.With a bang, the flesh was ripped open, blood foam was flying, and the blade was embedded in the bone.The tourist tugged hard, pulled the knife out of his arm, raised the hand holding the knife, and cut off the last layer of flesh.

With one hand missing, the tourist became more and more crazily playing with knives, his moves opened and closed, his face sank like water, there seemed to be an abyss in his eyes, and he seemed to die together.

Hisoka bounced backwards, shooting several waves of telekinetic cards in the air.

The tourist's eyes were even colder, she remembered this trick, that's how Wutong died.If it is unfolded by Hisoka, it will be difficult to turn back.After thinking about it, the tourist rose into the air, chopped off the cards one by one, and killed him at the fastest speed of his body.

The two were entangled again, and Hisoka confronted the enemy lightly, not like the crazy appearance of a ghost Rakshasa.You come and go, punching to the flesh, killing with knives, tourists are even more disadvantaged.

After a while, the tourist was defeated, the broken knife and the palm were separated, and a piece of flesh and blood was taken away.Xi Suoxin walked up to her and squatted down. The tourist who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly laughed. Regardless of the twisted limbs, he wrapped his arms around his back like a beautiful snake attached to a stick.

The tourist put his legs around Hisoka's waist, made claw makeup with his hands, and grabbed Hisoka's face.The cards and palms flew down, Hisoka blushed a lot.

After being dazed for a while, the tourist seemed to have just woken up from a dream, staring blankly at the two bare arms, one long and one short, and hurriedly contracted his muscles, trying to stop the bleeding, and then wailed loudly. "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Hisoka took a breath, and glared at her angrily, "Didn't you think about it when you cut it?" If she didn't have nails, she would have torn his skin off.

"I didn't think about it! Ahhh." The tourist howled even harder, "If you think too much, you will think about it, if you think about it, you will shrink back, and if you shrink back, you will be finished. If you are reckless with the knife, you will be done if you are reckless. The more you think about it, the more chaotic your mind will be."

"Your problem is just that you don't know how to back down. You need to think scientifically to make moves. You can't do it in that state." Hisoka commented emotionlessly, not in a good mood.

The tourist choked up and retorted, "You are a fighting maniac who doesn't understand the pain of an unlucky guy. I just don't want to be beaten. If the enemy is cut down, no one will beat me."

Tourists remember that when she was a child, she was beaten at school and also when she was out of school.If you don't pay to fight, you can fight if you pay.But she doesn't like violence, and was bullied repeatedly, so she had no choice but to join the club as her own.As a result, an accident in the club asked her to kill people, and she took her little leader and said: Big brother told you to go, you have to go, if you can't complete the task, be careful that the whole family will die, and sell you to be a chicken.She was really scared then, but no one listened.Nobody wants to hear her talk.

Inexplicably, the branch line of Young and Dangerous Boys was opened, which is a miserable word.

The tourist sniffed his nose, blinked his eyes and looked at him expectantly, "Good friend, can I trouble you to contact Sister Maggie? I have a hand that can eat, write, and play games. I need it."

Hisoka smiled gently, stroking the top of her hair, and just when the tourist thought he was going to agree, "No~"

"Master Hisoka—please!!" The tourist opened his mouth wide.

"No~ You are too reckless, punish~" Hisoka walked forward without looking back.

You who gave me two arms for nothing have no right to say that I am messing around! "Shall we change to another punishment method? I can hang me up for you to hammer."

"I'll think about it~" Hisoka made a thoughtful gesture, "No."

Definitely negotiable.The tourist burst into tears, "Think again, please, the only person I can rely on is you."

Hisoka shook his head, "Don't think about it~"

--【small theater】--

Tourist a: (passing the microphone) Ms. Tourist, do you have any clue about your being beaten?

Tourist: (Nodding) Yes, because I talk too much and have a mean mouth, and I always get carried away when I see everyone mocking me.Yan Yi is very exaggerated, everyone thinks it will be very happy to mess with me.

Hisoka: (sitting aside and nodding in agreement)

Tourist a: (passing the microphone) Is this also the reason for Mr. Hisoka?

Hisoka: Hehe~ (but laughing and not talking, understand by yourself)

Tourist: (grabbing the microphone) It must be, so why not ask?Are you awake?Let me tell you, he is a cheap person. It is not enough to blow his rainbow farts, but also to blow them wonderfully, vividly, and with real feelings.I really don't know how this big witty man's brain grows, what kind of perverted thoughts are he full of all day long.Speaking of which, why do I have to please him, when it is his turn to please me, I also want to stand up and sing.When I achieved great success, he was looking for teeth all over the place.

Hisoka: (face like a spring breeze) Tourist-chan~ I'm very happy now.

Tourist: (Continued subconsciously) I am always happy, and it would be even better without you here... (Change quickly) I'm just generally happy, not very happy. (Humble knees) Forgive me, I love you the most.

Biography of Tourists Empty

Remember one:

The first memory should be wet.I was born in a chaotic corner, in a secret backlit tube building, where I lived with my family.Moldy walls, leaky windows, creaking doors, no bedroom or living room, the place to eat is to get out of bed and open a greasy curtain.But I have no resentment about it. Although I occasionally feel envious, I think that there will always be poor and rich people in the world. I was just born on the poor side.We can still have a poor and happy family.

Now that I think about it, that was probably one of my rare happy times.

Although there are also many worries, I am always inexplicably rejected at school for strange reasons, and at home, my mother is too free and loose to eat.But then I also had the best dad ever.He always thinks of various tricks to make me happy when he is free. Even if I lose my temper and want to eat watermelon in the middle of the night, he will buy it for me. He will also bring me all kinds of interesting toys and teach me how to play. Playing cards, riding a bike, playing chess... at one point he was the best dad ever.

Perhaps it is precisely because he was so good that I am more unacceptable and at a loss than my mother who has always been like this.

I used to firmly believe that he loved me.

Note two:

When did the change start?I can't tell the exact time, it probably exists all the time, but I'm too stupid to notice it.When I found out, everything was different.

Life is getting worse and worse, and contradictions arise quietly.When love burns out, hate begins to burn.

I saw my father raising a hammer and my mother holding a kitchen knife. The dear ones faced each other and cursed.Even thinking about the reason for the quarrel is very funny now, it is always some trivial matter, or the old things are constantly brought up again, it is more like venting dissatisfaction with life through violence than incompatibility.Unfortunately, it was too late when I realized this.

What was I like then, what was I doing?Probably hiding under the bed or in the closet and not even daring to cry.It seems that at that time, I took the first wrong step, and thus made one wrong step and one wrong step.I