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

The map was printed in Kuroro's mind, and with the specific direction, we continued on the road.

"Lydia really wants to get back on the original track quickly, whether it's finding Feitan and the others, or changing back to the ten-year-old Kuroro." The 20-year-old Kuroro said as he walked.

He looked down and said, "I really cherish the time I spend with little Lydia. But let's hurry up, the distance is a bit far, and time is running out."

I had an expression of "you are so nasty", but when he stretched out a hand again, I stood where I was and opened both hands to him.

He immediately picked me up knowingly, and let me sit on his arm like a child.He still looks thin and weak like when he was a child, but his actual strength is incredible.

I wrapped my hands around his neck to keep my balance, thought for a while, and asked, "Is there anything you want to hear? I still remember things that I can't remember clearly during this period of time."

No way, I just love Kuroro too much.

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"Well," he chuckled and thought for a while, "I want to hear how the wound on your lip came about."

I was startled, and when I figured it out, I immediately blushed, turned my head and ignored him.

It was only then that I realized so dullly that at that time, besides Kuroro biting me, this was actually... also a... wen.

Ahhh!Chrollo is too much! !

Both are! ! !

Feeling that I was about to explode on the spot, Kuroro comforted me with a smile: "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He clenched his fist with one hand, put his lips together and coughed twice, "Actually, I still remember this. Cough, I am, I can't help but want to tease you." Before he finished speaking, he burst out laughing.

Laugh, come, come out, come out.

"Kurolo!" I was so ashamed that I had no choice but to turn around and lay on his shoulder, buried my burning face into the white fur of his collar, and shouted angrily, "Stop it! Ahhh —I'm going to be angry!"

"Baby, Lydia, don't be angry." He patted me on the back, coaxing me like a child.

"It's too much, it's too much! I'm angry!" I yelled with my eyes closed tightly, I was so ashamed that I burst into tears, and my cheeks lying in the white fur felt so hot that I could fry an egg.

"Be good, be good. Actually, I've already remembered a lot of things, including the reason why you cried. Well, we just killed the priest, right?" He comforted me with ease, and hurriedly changed the subject.

I exploded on the spot for a while, then calmed down, but my face was still burning and refused to raise my head, and I ignored people.

"Really, I still remember this incident." Kuroro stretched out his hand carefully, and touched my flushed face with a cool palm, "Don't be ashamed, I only remember being angry at that time, who told you to accuse me of wanting Abandon you?"

"Thinking about it now, it still hurts me to be poked. It's too much... Are we even?" He said in a good voice, and after a while, seeing that I ignored him, he retracted his hands and hugged me tighter with both hands Some, even lifted it up, and said in a manly voice: "...Okay, I'm confessing."

"Actually, at that time, I was already thinking about changing myself ten years later. I was upset for a while, so I decided to leave a mark first."

Stay, a, record, number!

"Really, it's really gone now, and I've said it all." He was still talking unconsciously, and then whispered deliberately wronged: "Besides, it's been so long... If you lose your temper, you should keep it." When I come back from ten years ago, send it to him?"

"Lydia is partial."

"Ahhh!" I couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted in his ear: "—please don't say it! Don't say it!"

"I won't say it." He immediately said obediently, but immediately said: "This is really unfair. You have kissed me twice at this time, and you licked me..."

I finally let out a "wow", hanging on his shoulder and crying.

Kuroro really shut up now.

But I just couldn't hold back my face because of what he said. After crying a few times, I also felt amused and gave a "puchi" sound, breaking my tears into laughter.

"I've been so shy since I was a child." Kuroro whispered something dirty, thinking I didn't hear it.

"We won't talk about that."

I raised my head, patted my burning cheeks, and stroked the poor white hairs that were wetted by my tears, trying to turn the topic back to a serious one——

"By the way," I cleared my throat, patted his shoulder, and said solemnly, "In your little dark room, the clothes I changed, as well as the crown and scepter given to me by the pastor are still there." Here it is. Do you need to take it out?"

Don't be carelessly taken to the future by him, and then cause any unexpected impact.

"Well, why don't we go and have a look." Kuroro put me back on the ground kindly, used his ability again, and took me back to the small black room that was not a "small black room" at all.

"Oh, I remembered." Holding the scepter in one hand and the crown in the other, Kuroro's casual expression restrained a little.

"The piety of the Messiah, the staff of the Pope." He recognized it, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

Once he gets serious, he looks very imposing.

He seemed to feel that I was being tensed by him, he turned his head and smiled at me comfortingly, the ice and snow melted, and spring returned to the earth.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Whether it's now or in the future."

"Leave the things here." He said, throwing the crown and scepter on the carpet, letting the priceless treasures roll on the ground several times.

Covering his mouth with one hand, he raised his face and thought, with a feeling on his expression: "At that time... I remember that these two things disappeared later—as expected, they were brought to the future by me."

"The staggered timeline is really amazing."

"Lydia, don't frown, just smile." He rubbed my head again, and lovingly (hands and feet) brushed my black hair loose on my shoulders, "You don't have to worry about anything."

"Grow up slowly, leave these to me to solve."

He stood up straight, shoulders stretched, standing upright, smiling at me from the side, his black hair reflected the light under the lamp, and he was so handsome that I couldn't look at him.

You are a mature, reliable, adult with shoulders that can stand up to the sky, Kuroro.

"There is one thing, Lydia, do you still remember the day of the gods that the pastor said? What is the exact date?" Kuroro asked.

"...I remember. April [-]th, [-]." I caught my breath, closed my eyes and recalled, and said the date clearly and accurately.

"Okay, I see." He picked me up again, and walked forward at a faster speed, "Relax, this matter has nothing to do with you now, and it won't happen in the next ten years."

"Now, we really have to speed things up."

Kurolo said, we followed the pastor all the way to the central area of ​​the second district, and now we are going to cross this area where experts gather and return to the relatively stable southeast corner.

As for the central area, Kurolo gave me science while he was on the road. It is more difficult to provoke because there are three strongholds of forces here - the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society, the Red Eagle Society and the White Night League are all located here.Because the forces are intertwined and the conflicts are fierce, correspondingly, there are the most masters stationed at the headquarters.

It is said that the central area is very large, and the three headquarters have been operated for many years and are fully functional, almost comparable to small towns.

"If you have nothing to do in the future, you can go there for a stroll." When Kuroro said this, there was a secret smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I know that," I hugged his neck and reminded, "You snatched the map of the second district before, and you added it yourself to draw the map of the entire Meteor Street. But, is it okay to tell me this? How many will guess something about the future."

"It's all right." He smiled. "I went to the future when I was ten years old. Although I didn't deliberately make stereotypes, I can get a lot of information from you at the age of 20 just by looking at it... It must be better than you can guess now." There are many more."

I didn't care that he boasted that he was smarter than me in disguise—isn't that obvious? Instead, I couldn't help asking curiously: "The future me!... What will it be like?"

"Well," he turned his head and thought for a while, and said, "I have a photo on me, do you want to see it?"

My eyes widened, my breathing became short of breath, and I was so curious that I couldn't help but dare not look at it, so I asked in a murmur, "This...it's okay. That, is it good?"

No, I'm dying of curiosity! !

Kuroro laughed, pretending to be suspicious: "What should I say? If I dare to say that it's not good-looking, you will definitely keep it in your heart, and you should settle the score with me when I go back!"

"Why do you say that!" I straightened up in his arms in a hurry, my face turned pale in shock - isn't this implying that it is not good-looking? !

"Impossible, I'm obviously a beauty!" I blurted out.

Is it long and crooked?I thought in horror.

He laughed out loud.

"Kurolo!" I yelled angrily.

"Hey, when you get back, you can ask me in the past. He is now with you who is 20 years old." He said with a smile, and then his expression changed slightly: "There are several people fighting in front, let's go and have a look. "

I shut my mouth abruptly, a little wary.

"It's okay," he comforted me instead. "With me here, it's not so easy for them to find us. It's okay to talk if you want to, anyway, it's okay if you get discovered."

"Lydia, the days of hiding in Tibet are over." He said with a little emotion, with a look of memory on his face, and a relaxed voice with joy and teasing: "You have to get used to it."

I stuck out my tongue and giggled with him.

We kept quiet, though, and made our way over a mountain of garbage without making a sound.Kurolo put me down, and we stood in the shade of the hillside, looking at the ongoing pursuit from a distance.

It is obvious that two groups of people are fighting each other, and the smaller group is obviously at a disadvantage. About five or six combat forces protect a thin man in the middle while fighting and retreating. Surrounding him from the side, trying to kill the opponent - this is obviously an ambush.

"Didn't the second district not participate in the council?" A person who was attacked below shouted angrily, "Don't mess with people you can't afford!"

"No need to talk nonsense. We occasionally accept business from outsiders." The other party replied sinisterly, "Anyway, it's a human life transaction. It doesn't matter where you do it or who you do it to. Die!"

At this time, the sun has moved westward, and the sunlight gradually becomes dazzling.

I squinted my eyes slightly, really wanting to see more clearly, Kuroro had already made a soft "Hey" and recognized the person below.

"It turned out to be him." He laughed twice in an instant, as if he had some ghostly plan, put his hand on his chin and said: "That's how it hit my hand...that's how it is."

"What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

"The guy below, I want to save him." Kuroro should be referring to the little man who was protected in the middle to avoid hunting. "After that, he will travel with us for a while. I mean, after I go back."

"Why?" I asked.The question is—did he have to do it to be consistent with his past, or was there some other reason?

"In the future, when I was a teenager, I would use his favor." Kuroro lowered his head when he answered, not looking at me, but the expression of memory.His face was turned back into the shadows, looking a little cold, and his voice sank, it was very obvious that it was not a pleasant memory.

"The favor owed now." He looked down with his hands behind his back and said.

I nodded quietly and didn't ask any more questions.

It’s a bad feeling to vaguely know that something bad will happen in the future, but since it’s already been spoiled, and it seems that the “ending” is not bad, then that’s fine—it’s better not to think about it.

"By the way, Lydia, don't call me Chrollo for a while." He reminded me, "Lankis is not easy to fool, so let's cover it up to avoid trouble."

I nodded, after all, the 20-year-old and the [-]-year-old will soon switch back, "What's that called?"

He covered his mouth and thought, "Call me brother."

... I always feel that when he said that, there was a strange smile in his eyes.But there's nothing wrong with thinking about it—I used to call him brother when I needed to hide our relationship.

"Okay." I replied nonchalantly, and asked him, "Who is that boy? Can you tell me?"

Although I can't see his face clearly, he should be a boy who hasn't grown up in stature, bigger than Kurolo... uh, bigger than me.

"Lankis Vatjadika is the grandson of the current Great Elder of Meteor Street." Kuroro said, "The Great Elder's words... the status is equivalent to the consul in ancient Greece."

He thought about it and used a metaphor that I could understand, and I understood it right away.

It is three generations.

"Also," Kuroro gave me a vaccination with a hesitant, no, toothache expression, "Lankis, the most beautiful man on Meteor Street in the future...or it can be regarded as now."

I opened my mouth slightly in surprise, held back my curiosity and didn't look down, but looked at Kuroro probingly: "Is it recognized?"

Or do you think so?

Kuroro puffed up his face childishly to express his displeasure, and poked my cheek with his index finger, dissatisfied: "At least you will agree with this answer with both hands. Little nymphomaniac."

My eyes must have brightened—of course I believe what Kuroro said, he has a future as evidence—and I do have a bit of face control.

Who doesn't love a beautiful view?

"I'm looking forward to it~" I giggled, shook his index finger by the way, and comforted him without sincerity: "Don't be jealous, Kurolo is also very handsome."

Alas, when Kuroro said that, my heart flew to the most beautiful man below.

"...Aren't you going?"

Seeing below, that Lankis is already in danger, and the number of people protecting him has been reduced to two, and Kuroro still intends to continue watching with cold eyes, I couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a little longer. Wait till he's alone."

Kuroro had a face of indifference that had nothing to do with him, and made no secret of his intention to take advantage of the fire, but said instead: "I don't have the habit of marrying others."

I just shrugged my shoulders.Even if the people below could have died less—but what does that have to do with us?

When one of the only two people protecting Lankis was killed and the other was stabbed several times, Kuroro was finally ready to make a move.

"It's safe here. Take a good look at my battle." Kuroro bent down and scratched the tip of my nose.

"Oh, go quickly!" I shrank my head embarrassedly, and added: "Be careful."

Kuroro chuckled twice, his figure flickered, and he appeared on the battlefield below in an instant.

So far, my eyesight is still not good, and I rely on my intuition to go into battle. I can't tell the depth of others playing lively.It's the same now, after Kurolo left the field, I roughly estimated the opponent's strength, and it was pretty good.

At least, after a few minutes of fighting, Lankisi retreated safely to the corner, while the opponent became more and more frustrated.

Kuroro is more than capable, holding the cheat book of thieves, changing four or five abilities in one minute on average, almost dazzling, the scene is quite cool——

Let me always have a feeling that he is delaying time deliberately, just to show off.

Pretty cute.

Seeing this, I am completely relieved—it's like watching Kuroro's fighting show ten years later.And he knows me very well, and there has never been a thrilling and thrilling moment, which makes me very happy and addicted to watching.

When Kuroro finally had enough of showing off, quickly dealt with the enemies below, and brought the boy back to me, I applauded cheerfully and vigorously, and shouted happily: "I see, it's amazing!"

I knew that as long as you were given time to grow, Kuroro would not lose to anyone.

I saw.

As long as I know Kuroro is good, I'm happy.But right now it is more important to look at handsome men.As I said that, I glanced behind him.

The silver-haired beautiful boy followed behind the white-haired black coat, about the height of Kuroro's shoulders.

When I saw Lanqisi's face, even though I was mentally prepared, I still lost my composure and gasped on the spot.

how to say?

Lankis Vatjadika has dreamy silver shoulder-hanging hair like moonlight, mysterious and affectionate dark blue eyes like the sea, impeccably exquisite facial features, a slender figure, and outstanding manners.

But none of that matters.The important thing is that after seeing Lanqis, I realized that there is a kind of beauty that transcends gender, and even surpasses general aesthetics——

That is beauty itself.

You see the big round and bright moon hanging high in the clear night sky, that is beauty; you see the cherry blossoms blooming in clusters, the wind blowing down and the fragrant rain disturbing and wet the bluestone slabs, that is beauty; The sea stirs up huge waves, seagulls fly over the rainbow refracted by water drops, that is beauty; you see Lankis standing on the decayed and dilapidated garbage mountain, with the fiery red sunset behind, that is beauty.

Before I met Lanqisi, if someone said that someone in the world could shock people so much just by their appearance, I would not believe it.

On Meteor Street alone, I have seen too many beauties—Martha, Yingji, Monica, Athenan, Mrs. Michelle and other beauties with different styles are not mentioned for now, just me, Ku Luoluo, Feitan and Maqi, the exquisite facial features may not be much inferior to the young man in front of them.

But it's different.

I immediately thought of my original voice—it was not as simple as soft, ethereal, and pleasant to describe, just like Lankis's appearance could not be simply summed up in words such as holy, gorgeous, and beautiful.

Those soul-stirring beauties are essentially supernatural.

Or you could say, that's a power, itself.

I suddenly understood why Kuroro reminded me so much - because I did fall in love with Lankis the first time I saw him.

That kind of liking is the same as your liking for a round of the moon, a bouquet of flowers, or a poem.

What's more, besides such a clean liking, I also feel that we have similar characteristics-my voice, his appearance.

We are similarly lucky, and perhaps similarly cursed.

This is of course a wonderful fate.

When fate comes, just smile.

"Nice to meet you." He said softly.

This is another place where I have to admire Lankis - when he was just brought back from the death line by Kuroro, he was able to avoid looking at Kuroro's slightly sullen face.

Not in the pool.

"Hello." I greeted him with a smile, and then Kurollo lifted him into his arms like a weightless doll, and walked down the other side of the hill.

"Okay, let's go." He said to me, and I leaned on his shoulders, leaned out half of my body, and said to the beautiful boy who consciously followed behind: "I can't imagine that someone is willing to attack you. How is it possible? Have they no sense of beauty?"

"Such beauty should be protected." I sighed.

"I'm honored. It's a pity that not everyone has the same taste as you." Lankis said with a smile.

"Hahaha!" I laughed out loud, "I like you!"

"Lankis, just follow if you want. Remember that you owe me a favor." Kuroro snorted coldly, interrupted our pleasant conversation, and naked|nakedly said to the people behind him, "I probably won't be here Stay for a long time. Remember the favor and return it to Kuroro."

"Okay, I'll remember." Lankis said politely, "Thank you again for your kindness."

I don't believe that he doesn't know Kuroro's undisguised intention to repay the favor, but he is undoubtedly a very sensible person who knows the current affairs and has a sense of propriety.

No wonder Kurolo also cares about his favor.

Well, after I had a few words with Lankis, Kuroro was already a little upset.Thinking that he will leave soon, I am not in the mood to pay attention to others.

"Brother, don't be upset." I put my arms around Kuroro's neck and coaxed him softly, "No one is as important as you."

I like Lankis like I like a flower - he may be the most beautiful flower in the world, but all the flowers in the world are not as important as a finger of Kuroro.

So close and distant.

Apologetically, I turned my head and smiled at Lankis, and then said to Kuroro: "I am very reluctant to part with you. I will only talk to you from now on, okay?"

Kuroro pursed his lips and said, "We will find Feitan and the others soon."

The implication is that I'm writing a blank cheque.

Hey, why is he so arrogant and difficult to coax? !

I was a bit weak in succession, but I coaxed the old and particularly childish Kuroro into an addiction, so I had to resort to a trump card——

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the fair cheek - the first time since he went back to the past - and then when he opened his eyes in surprise, I whispered against his big head: " Don't be angry. I like you the most."

"Lydia..." he whispered in surprise.

At this time, I can't care about embarrassment. I feel so uncomfortable, why should I save face?

Holding his head tightly, I closed my eyes and said sadly, "I don't want you to go."

Oh, I thought about the ambiguity of this sentence, and added: "I will miss you."

——Think about what kind of fate this is?

It is a miracle among miracles that we meet at this juncture after ten years have passed.Ten-year-old Lydia meets 20-year-old Kuroro, such an intersection will probably never happen again in the future——

When we meet again, it will be ten years later.

"Nice to meet you." I murmured emotionally.

Transparent tears ooze from the corners of the eyes, only a little bit, but there is an indescribable sadness in my heart.

I love you.

"Lydia..." Kuroro's gentle and helpless tone sounded in his ears, "I still have three hours to go."

"I don't care. I hate this." The more I said, the more sad I became, and I started to cry, and said willfully: "It's all your fault!"

I know that I can't bear such a parting the most.

And Chrollo is obviously always by my side!Why do I have to experience such separation and such sadness?

Really, really sucks!

"My fault. Baby, don't cry." Kuroro hurriedly replied, his voice was so soft that he didn't want to scare me.He hugged me, shook him in his arms like a child, then bowed his head and kissed my eyes tenderly, kissing away my tears.

"Itchy." I turned my head to avoid it, but my arms were still attached to his neck.

"There's nothing we can do about you." He sighed, "I can't be away from people for a moment."

I lowered my wet eyes and ignored him.

"Have you forgotten? I'm leaving, and Kuroro will come to accompany you immediately." He kissed my cheek and coaxed me, with incredible tenderness, "Little girl, we are the same."

I lowered my head, buried it deeply in his neck, and hugged his neck tightly.

"Good." He patted me on the back again and again, as if coaxing me to sleep in a sleepless night-this is undoubtedly the Kurolo I am most familiar with-but he is so gentle that I become self-willed It's unreasonable.

"Don't be fooled by the trap of time. We've always been together," he whispered.

I let out a soft "um" from my throat, hugged him and said coquettishly: "Then you keep hugging me." Before you leave.

"Okay." He agreed with a good temper.

Really too gentle, Kurolo is actually not a very patient person, although he is really indulgent and gentle to me, but he was never like this before...

So there is no...principle?Bottom line?

I can't say it, but he has spoiled me.

So bad that I was a little scared myself.

The author has something to say: Lankisi is probably the most handsome human being in this article, and it can be directly regarded as a natural ability.

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2017/02/07 Jiageng: Because everyone's comments are very active, the author was beaten!

And can you believe it, the author himself is almost disgusted by the sweet and sour smell overflowing the screen when facing Word!Enough is enough! #打一拉The author’s self-abuse single dog#