[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

Kuroro's figure disappeared behind the white smoke, and a taller figure appeared immediately.

I held my breath nervously——

Kurolo ten years later?

The white smoke gradually dissipated.

The visitor was wearing a long black coat. The fluffy white hair swelled around the neckline and then went down along the open collar. The hem of the coat swayed as he stepped out, looking very cool.

Looking up nervously, I saw an enlarged version of Kuroro's face.The big Kuroro looked down at me, the corners of his mouth curled up in a familiar arc.

"So it's today?" He said to himself, bent down with his hands on his knees, his eyes were at the same level as mine: "I really miss my ten-year-old Lydia."

eh eh?

Kuroro's large face looks more familiar from a horizontal height, and his appearance hasn't changed much at all.It's just that the black hair on his forehead was scattered, and I saw that delicate purple-black cross that I hadn't seen for a long time.

Isn't it gone?

"This one was tattooed later." The adult version of Kuroro touched the tattoo on his forehead and explained knowingly.

Is something wrong?

I completely believed that this must be Kuroro ten years later and not someone pretending to be based on his face and feeling. I couldn't help being a little worried-I had the impression that Kuroro didn't like that tattoo.

"It's a good thing." The corners of his eyes rolled, and the black eyes became warmer.He stood up straight again, looked to the side, and said briskly: "Let's solve the trouble first."

He turned his head and glanced at me again, raised his hand tool to reveal the cheat book of thieves, turned to one of the pages, stretched his left hand to the side, and a red wooden door appeared out of thin air where the palms were facing.

He opened the door and motioned me to go in: "Will you go in and wait for me for a while? I'll go and deal with the people over there. I'll feel relieved if you're inside."

I looked at him, and then at the dark space inside the door. I was a little apprehensive, but I still lifted my legs and walked in.

After stepping through that door, the eyes brightened up instead.This is a room of more than ten square meters, with lights on and no extra furniture. There is only a beanbag sofa directly opposite, with a colorful fluffy blanket on it, which looks like it has been used all year round.There is a carpet in front of the sofa, and several stacks of books, tall and short, are stacked beside it.

The color layout of the whole room is bright and warm, which is the style I like very much.

Not a small black room, I was relieved.

"It's not a small black room." The adult version of Kuroro also came in, chuckling behind me.

Ten years later, his voice is already a very mellow and deep adult man's voice, which makes me feel very strange to me who is used to the clear and bright voice of a teenager.

I stopped looking around and turned around to face him a little cautiously. When I saw a familiar face, I immediately relaxed and asked, "Are you going to fight them?"

I thought he was here to take me away.

"There are a lot of meteor street masters in this period, and it's a rare opportunity to fight against each other. I'm looking forward to it." Ku Luoluo said, his expression eager to try.

"Lydia, wait for me here for a while. The flow of time here is the same as outside, and I'll be back in about an hour. Well, you can change your clothes now."

"Oh." I nodded obediently.

He is so big, and he speaks in such a tone, I am really not used to it——

Like he was my dad.

Kuroro went out and closed the door, opened it again after a while, poked his head in and said, "Remember to dress warmly. You have to pay attention to keeping warm from now on, or you will suffer in the future."

"……understood."

It seems that I have to get used to it for a while, 20-year-old Kuroro.

Kuroro left, and the door disappeared with his departure.

Obviously, I couldn't get out of it by myself until he let me out, but I didn't feel scared at all—probably because the secret room was full of relaxing and inexplicably familiar atmospheres.

Obviously it is the ability to get in the future.

I looked at the dusty white dress on my body, first put the cumbersome crown and scepter that I had been holding in my hands on the carpet, and then changed into the long clothes that Yan Ling asked for for autumn and winter.

When I was changing clothes, I held the necklace with a hollow fox face hanging around my neck, hesitated for a while, until the silver metal was slightly hot, and finally put the necklace into the turtleneck as it was. collar.

Finally, I took off the worn leather shoes and put on sneakers of just the right size. I folded up the changed clothes and put them in the corner of the carpet.

Clearly determined not to use abilities anymore.Let's hope it's the last...at least until we get absolutely strong.

I don't know what the future will look like, but I really want to ask Kurolo ten years later.

After changing into clean and comfortable clothes, I climbed onto the soft sofa, rolled up the blanket and flipped through the storybooks I found among the stacks of books on the floor.

I thought that Kuroro's taste would always be the kind of tome that is not clear, or at least obscure and boring religious history, but I didn't expect such a popular and interesting fairy tale.

It's totally my taste.

...Hello wait!

I turned my eyes and re-examined this room, from the lazy sofa that I didn’t want to get up as soon as I sat in it, to the super-desirable blanket that was so soft that it was so soft that it melted my heart, and then to the floor that was randomly mixed together but obviously It is two books with completely different reading tastes, which made me come to an obvious conclusion——

It should be ten years later, Kurolo and I are still together, right?

Hee hee hee, I wrapped myself in a blanket and rolled on the sofa, smiling from ear to ear.

Still together!Just thinking about it makes me happy!

I asked for a watch with Ling Ling, and after about 45 minutes, Kuroro came back.

"Huh, I'm so tired!"

As soon as he entered the door, he lay on the carpet, which gave me a big jump.

"Are you okay?!" I hurried over and looked up and down.

The black coat was scratched a few times, the white hair was burnt black, and his head was sweating profusely, but everything else was fine, with no obvious injuries.There was a strong smell of blood on his body, but it seemed to belong to someone else.

"It's okay." He closed his eyes and smiled, "It's been a long time since I played so happily."

What's wrong?I slander.

He opened one eye and explained: "In the next few years, accidents will happen one after another on Meteor Street. When I grow up, many powerful mind-power users will have died. I want to have fun with so many strong people like I am now. It's impossible to fight in the ground...so I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"That is to say, you knew you would come back?" I keenly grasped, "So, is it really the future on the same timeline?"

"Probably so." 20-year-old Kurolo recalled, "I also experienced this when I was ten years old."

He turned over and sat up, and suggested to me: "But I'm also curious, can the frozen past be changed? Maybe you can try it, and after I leave, do something different from my past."

"How would that be?"

"Maybe a new future is created and I disappear? Maybe my memory of the past changes... who knows," he mused.

"Don't you think it's scary?" I shuddered.

"Don't you want to change the future?" Kuroro asked back.

I was startled in horror, looked down at him seriously for a while, then pursed my mouth tightly and didn't speak.

"...I'm sorry." After a long time, he said softly.

My eye circles suddenly turned red.

"Little baby, oh, Lydia," he added, becoming a little clumsy for a moment, "I'm just...you're Lydia, but you're so small, I'm not used to it." He leaned forward, earnestly "Would you like me to hug you?"

I shook my head vigorously, bit my lip and asked, "What about the future? No, not the details! Is everyone okay?"

"Very good." His smile warmed up. "We're all fine, the two of us. There's also Feitan, Madge, Pike, Franklin, and the knight... Well, is the knight here at this time?"

"No. Can't you remember?" I asked.

"It's just details. Too many things have happened in the past ten years." He sighed, and immediately added: "But don't worry, it's nothing serious."

As he said that, he turned his head and thought about it, and then asked cautiously and tentatively: "But Lydia, if you change some things in the future, it will be smoother..."

"No!" I flatly refused at first, and then asked, "Are you satisfied with the present day, I mean ten years from now?"

He said affirmatively, "Very satisfied."

"Then don't change." I said categorically, "Even if there are bumps on the road, as long as the result is good, it's fine. I don't want to take risks....You are not allowed to say anything."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." He smiled happily, reached out and touched my head, and said softly, "Let's go out."

When I stepped out of that door, Kuroro turned around and took my hand naturally, and I handed it to him naturally.

But he quickly said, "Hands are so small, like soft flower buds."

I abruptly withdrew my hand, stared at him awkwardly and displeasedly, and looked at his handsome and innocent face for a while, terrified and worried: "Has Kuroro turned into a smooth-talking adult?"

Simply unimaginable.

He was just startled for a moment, then his face remained unchanged, and he just smiled twice, which seemed to be full of meaning.

He found a direction, and we stepped on the garbage and walked forward. He said with great interest: "Why don't you tell me your impression of me when I was ten years old."

"What, what," I said dryly, feeling very embarrassed: "I don't want to talk about it."

How embarrassing to tell the future Kurolo about my current impression of him!I also know that I will be laughed at by him-I can't dig a hole for my future self!

"That's a pity." He said disappointedly.

Obviously you are too much, I thought.But after looking at him for a while, I finally softened my heart, turned my face to the side awkwardly, and whispered: "Actually...it's very good."

"Kurolo, you've always been fine." I held back my shyness and said clearly and affirmatively.

Instead of laughing, he let out a soft breath and muttered in a voice I could hear: "Phew, I'm suddenly glad to hear you say that."

I stomped two steps forward in embarrassment.

"Don't be angry," Kuroro said warmly from behind, with a leisurely tone: "I don't have hyperamnesia, and I really can't remember some things. It's rare to go back to the past, of course I have to recollect it."

"Like, you were crying before I came, right? Why?" he asked.

"...It's not a big deal anyway!" I said with sourness in my heart.

"Maybe I can help you solve it?" He tried to persuade, "Seeing your swollen eyes makes me feel bad."

"Are you wronged? Do you want me to help you kill someone?" He guessed, and showed off by the way: "Now I can kill most of the people on Meteor Street."

"Exhaled and raised eyebrows, right?" I walked in front of him, whispering, "It seems that your childhood memory is that you can't kill many people if you want to! Now you are proud."

It was obviously a mockery, but I felt sour when I said it.

In fact, I know that the ten-year-old Kuroro, who belongs to me, probably has a very depressed life—age is doomed to many insurmountable gaps in strength, and he is always at a disadvantage when facing too powerful enemies, and he is exhausted in hiding. Probably his deepest impression on the current stage in the future.

My breath became slightly heavier, and Kuroro behind me felt something strange. With one long leg, he stepped in front of me easily, bent down to look at my face, and said in a clear and pityful tone: "The eyes are red again. It's me who caused it." Did you cry?"

I held back my tears so tightly that I had no time to talk to him.

I want my Kurolo.

The adult Kuroro sighed softly beside him, and reminded: "I'm going to hug you." Before I could react, a big hand stretched out and hooked my waist, and easily picked me up from the ground, hitting me horizontally into my arms.

"Hey, you!" I struggled in a panic, thinking that it was Kuroro, and quickly calmed down, sitting on his arm, feeling like a large weightless doll.

"What are you doing?" I complained softly.

"A hug will make you happier?" His chest trembled, and he said boldly, "Kissing is also fine, but I think you will hit me."

"...you're so annoying." I bit my voice, but honestly turned half around and hugged his shoulder.

It is the broad shoulders of an adult man. Although it looks thin, but when you lean on it, you can feel the strong and powerful muscles under the not-so-thin clothes.

He is no longer a teenager, this is Kuroro who has grown up, even the most familiar embrace is full of strange and powerful power.

Don't be afraid of strangers, just be strong.

"Lydia, I'm serious." Big Kurolo patted me on the back and said as he walked, "It's rare to go back to the past. I really want to do something for you. At least make you happy."

I felt the familiar care and love, and I got closer to him who came from ten years later, and my heart was warm.I plucked the white fur on his collar with my fingers, and I turned my head to look at the mountain of rubbish that kept moving backwards outside his shoulder: "I was very happy."

"...Obviously love to cry." He said.

"Who is that all because of?!" I blurted out in annoyance.Before the words fell, I was already feeling very embarrassed, and my face was hot.

——Forget it, anyway, he will leave after a while, see you in ten years!

As I thought about it, I frankly said, "This is all your fault, Kuroro! I won't just cry because of anyone! ... In short, you have to review yourself."

Even if you didn't make me cry, it was because of you... The worst thing is, it's because of you that I became the crybaby I am now!

"Um... sorry." He said obediently.

On the contrary, I felt uncomfortable, I struggled in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Don't apologize... I'm too capricious."

"It doesn't matter how willful you are." He said softly.

"Tch!" I scoffed disapprovingly.

"Don't you believe me? I was surprised that you were so good when you were a child. You will be more willful in the future than you are now." He said happily.

"Liar! I will become more and more sensible in the future." I retorted with certainty.

He fell suspiciously silent.

"Hey..." I turned my head to look at his face.

He stared ahead, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking about.

From this distance, Kuroro's appearance is still a little different from ten years ago.His facial features are more profound, his skin is actually whiter, his face is so downcast and he doesn't say a word, his aura is extraordinarily compelling, those calm eyes like stagnant water seem to be brewing with overwhelming power.

Sitting in his arms, I was a little afraid to speak for a while.

"Suddenly I feel that such an intertwined timeline is really interesting." He said, his tone was calm and relaxed: "For example, I really want to settle accounts with that guy who spoiled you more and more willful, but I don't know who is I should find out whether it is the ten-year-old me who has gone to the future, or the me who said these words now."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him and said to myself: "Although it will be me in my teens who will grow up with you in the future, maybe the 20-year-old me will be the one who opened the door for you in the first place. But obviously This kind of habit was developed by me in the past, and I feel very uncomfortable thinking about it this way.”

"So which came first, the chicken or the egg? It's really an unthinkable question." He came to a conclusion with ease.

At this moment, I was already frowning, looking at him with disgust.

This, this is already a godsend, right?

What's wrong!

I can't help but get caught up in worries about the future.

"Oh," Kuroro suddenly sighed, and said to me, "Even so, I still have to say it."

"Lydia," he stared at me with bottomless black eyes, his tone was gentle enough to be indulgent, "In the days to come, it doesn't matter if you are a little more willful."

"Krollo, at least 20 years old, is sure that while any Lydia is fine and especially cute when she cries, I—whether in the past or now—prefer that kind of very bossy, but always able to Satisfied and smiling Lydia."

I stared at him blankly, before my brain could react to what he said, the burning from my ears to my cheeks was unstoppable.

But he was talking, smiling at me, that smile was like a child who succeeded in pranking, with a little secret gloating, and the joy of getting revenge——

"Although I will often have headaches after the age of ten, I still have to say, well, it's as good as it gets."

...it's just too much to say.

Kurolo, is it really okay for you to teach me to dig a hole for my past self like this?

Aren't you the one who got caught in the end?

Also, if you continue to flirt with me like this, even the future Kuroro, I will be angry!

What an addiction to talk to yourself!

"I don't listen to you." In the end, with burning cheeks and dodging eyes, I whispered, "I won't bully Kuroro either... I'll just be myself."

"Anyway, you always have a point." I complained with a little dissatisfaction.

"And you are always beyond reason." He said with a smile.

"...you speak well." I tugged hard at the white hair on his collar, struggled in his arms and said, "Put me down."

I'm angry, so I won't give you a hug.

Kuroro put me down and held out another hand.

I looked at the big white and slender hand for a while, then walked away, and grabbed his sleeve... holding the soft and fluffy white fur on the cuff.

"You seem to like my coat very much." He said in an inexplicable tone.

"It's very comfortable to touch. This white hair." I said, looking up at him: "But it looks like... Are you suffering from the second stroke?"

It seems that Kuroro's rebellious period is a bit delayed. At the age of 20, he feels that he is more lively and unreliable than when he was ten years old, and his dressing taste has plummeted.

"Ha." He wasn't surprised by my evaluation, as if he was saying that was the right thing to do.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it." I comforted him casually, with a kind tone: "I won't dislike Kuroro no matter what."

He smiled dotingly, as if I were a little girl who couldn't reason and just needed to be tolerated.

I shut up and ignored him.

Relying on the old and selling the old is really annoying.

I'll grow up too—we're obviously the same age, okay?

After a while, he was shaken by the sleeve I was pulling, like asking for peace.

I had to look up at him again.

The ten-year-old me is only as tall as the 20-year-old's chest.

Alas, this guy is still here for another three or four hours, and I'm already missing my (at this point in time) Kuroro.

When they come back, I'm going to hug Kuroro's neck and act like a baby, and he can hold me full in his arms and rub my ears, instead of lifting me up like a big doll.

As for now...

With the same big, round black eyes as when he was a child, he looked at me without speaking, and occasionally blinked, with a childish and innocent look, as if he was waiting for me to speak up, so as to give him a step to end the cold war.

Really, who wants to have a cold war with him?

Who are we ten years old?

I found that Kuroro, who was as calm and reliable as a little adult when he was a child, did not become a calm, reliable and omnipotent adult when he grew up, but became childish and self-willed.

And I wasn't surprised at all.

——How should I put it, this is actually... a very, very good thing.

Thinking of this, my heart softened, and I was the first to break the silence, and said, "Now, uh, we have to find Fei Tan and Ma Qi quickly—do you know where they are?"

"I don't know." He said bluntly, "I'm just walking in a general direction. I remember that we should be operating in the southeast corner of the second district during this time."

Seeing me staring at him anxiously, he pursed his lips and said, "Okay, don't worry. I have a way to find them."

He stopped, and the cheat book of thieves appeared in his right hand, he turned to one page, then knelt down and stroked the ground with his left hand——

Under his palm, a translucent map quickly unfolded on the garbage ground—just like in a sci-fi movie—with a single finger, the entire map stood in front of us, like a suspended light screen.

There are only extremely abstract curves on the map, and a small circle in the center.

"The former owner of this ability is a sci-fi fan. The small circle represents our location, and the curved line represents the surrounding terrain. The range of the map can probably cover the entire second district." Ku Luoluo explained.

"Give me your hand."

He held my right hand and clicked on the light screen with my index finger. Immediately afterwards, several small dots appeared on the map at the same time, the largest and brightest of which was our current position represented by the small circle. The rest are large and small, densely packed together, and are located in the southeast of the map.

"Now these small dots represent all the people in contact with you within the coverage area of ​​the map." Kurollo said, "The closer the relationship, the bigger and brighter the dots."

The two of us squatted side by side in front of the suspended translucent map, and he speculated with great interest: "The biggest and brightest one in the middle obviously represents me. In the clump over there, the one who is slightly smaller than me is Feitan, and the one who is smaller It was Marge, and then Pike...well. Lydia is the best guess, it's not difficult at all."

As he said that, he turned to look at me with a bright smile in his eyes.

I applauded very face-saving, and praised sincerely and richly: "Kurolo is awesome! Kuroro is the best!"

He showed a helpless look, put away his abilities, patted my head and stood up, saying: "Okay, now that we know the exact location, let's go find them."

The author has something to say: Is Kuroro ten years later different from what everyone imagined?Well, I imagined many possibilities, but I still think this is the most suitable.Kuroro doesn't have the burden of idols, not to mention he is facing Lydia when he was a child.Hmm... That kind of pity and love, wanting to hold her in the palm of your hand and pamper her, but can't help teasing her, feeling a little bit overwhelmed and a little bit overwhelmed. →→Silly dad

And, once again, the author is an ambitious man who is committed to making the male protagonist completely coincide with the leader of the original work when he was in You Kexin XD~