Hunter Fan - Snake

Natasha likes to drink afternoon tea in the garden when the weather is fine, sitting at a pure white dining table, if the tea set is engraved with beautiful and gorgeous patterns, wearing a natural, breathable and artistic tutu skirt, warm The sun is shining on my body, and I squint my eyes and sip my teacup, preferably the kind of British scented tea, it must taste great.

She was a little emotional, with her chin resting on her hands, her emerald eyes staring at the busy figure in front of her, she suddenly felt that the world is really magical, even the seemingly small and peaceful body like Qianshui contains So much so much power.

God, this is the miracle you endowed, a sad but strong individual.

She shook her hair, and the golden-brown wavy hair swept across her shoulders, causing an itchy feeling. Even if she was just a ghost, it was still a novel feeling to her.

'Shallow water, you should take a rest, or you will get tired easily. With a smile on her lips, she narrowed her eyes and said to Qianshui who was still busy.

Qianshui paused for a moment after listening to the movements of her hands, then shook her head, but she didn't make a sound, but judging from the visible expression and actions on her face, she didn't intend to stop.

Natasha sighed. She has always had nothing to do with such a stubborn and terrible person, but if Kurolo gets better and the shallow water falls again, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss~

With this thought in mind, she floated up and moved to the young man lying on the bed with his eyes closed like stagnant water. At this time, she thought that she could take a good look at this person who gave her a strong sense of fear.

It is undeniable that Ku Luoluo is a good-looking person, not to mention his handsome face, even the shocking feeling on his body can make people fall.Suddenly she felt a little sympathetic to Qianshui, a seemingly innocent girl. If she met such a man, even if she wanted to meet another good young man, she would be absolutely killed by this "wanted criminal" according to him.

Natasha watched it for a while, and then felt very boring, so she went back to nest on the sofa, hugged her knees and closed her eyes.

The soul also needs to rest. Of course, if you don’t want to, you don’t need to rest. But Natasha likes the feeling that nothing exists but everything exists. It’s like being in a white cloud, and you can only see yourself when you stretch out your hand. The long fingers can't see the object on the opposite side clearly, and it feels vaguely like falling asleep.

Qianshui looked at Natasha who was sleeping on the sofa, frowned, thinking that she would catch a cold if she slept like this, and then suddenly remembered that Miss Natasha was a ghost, how could she feel cold?The corners of his lips were raised, and finally returned to the sentimental melancholy when he returned to the face of the young man lying on the bed.

She tugged at the hem of the dress with both hands, and bit her lower lip.Qian Shui felt that this kind of self would produce a lot of helplessness. It was a feeling that there were many people around him, but he felt that he was the only one. It was a suffocating feeling that could make breathing stagnant.

She took a deep breath and tossed her hair.

Sir, nothing can happen, absolutely nothing can happen.If the husband falls down, then she... what should she do then?

At the same time as the idea came into being, Kuroro moved his body, but the slight movement made a sparse sound. Qianshui came back to his senses, looked at Kuroro's situation in a panic, and carefully held the towel beside the bed. He wiped off the sweat from Kuroro's fever.

She grasped the towel in her hand and tugged it vigorously, as if she had a deep hatred for Jue Lie, she shrank her shoulders, bit her lip and her body twitched uncontrollably, as if she was about to cry but was stubbornly holding back.

The not very loud knock on the door disturbed Qian Shui sitting on the head of the bed, she got up to open the door, and saw the knight.

The knight held a white bag in his hand, raised it in front of the shallow water, and smiled brightly.

Qian Shui pulled the corners of her lips forcefully a few times, and turned sideways to let him in.

"Is the leader's fever still gone?" the knight asked after closing the door with his backhand.

Qian Shui didn't answer, just went back to the head of the bed, took a towel and went to the bathroom to get wet and the water cooled down before sitting by the bed.

The knight looked at it, frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, put the bag on the table and walked to Qianshui, put his hand on her shoulder, feeling very thin, "Miss, go to bed too, if the leader gets up Wouldn't be happy to see you like this."

The shallow water didn't move, and the eyes on Kuroro didn't move away. It was an obvious silent rejection.

"It's just a fever, it won't die. Miss, you don't need to worry." The knight softened his voice, trying to breathe as lightly as possible.

Qianshui lowered his head, his shoulders began to twitch again, and he replied in a very low voice, still inaudible, "Mr...Mr. has never been sick, how could he be sick?"

The knight tightened his hands, but his tone was relaxed, with a little sarcasm in the usual way, "The leader is a human being, just like us, you won't die if you have a fever, but you'll just collapse, it's okay."

Qianshui stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, surprisingly quiet but also surprisingly obedient, glanced at Kuroro who was not looking very well, curled up and nestled on the side of the bed.

Xia Ke walked over, covered her with the quilt and patted her as comfort, and then sat down on the seat where Qianshui had sat.

Counting the time, he laughed when he was about to fall asleep in the shallow water, that kind of sunny and distorted smile, like an emissary who had not been in hell for a long time, with malt-yellow hair swirling around his head, a kind of irony a feeling of.

"Leader~Miss is very attentive~" Xia Ke took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and began to play with it, the buttons sounded like a 'tick-tick'.

Kuroro's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes. The black eyes, which could almost be called ink, showed no emotion, and the corners of his mouth were curved, making it difficult to fathom a half-smile.

He sat up, probably because he was not very comfortable, frowned slightly, and habitually stretched out his fingers to stroke his lips, as if he was thinking about something, "This is interesting, isn't it. How is the preparation going?" We will do a great job in this operation, and we must not make flaws."

The knight didn't lift his head when he heard this, he curled his lips and kept flicking his fingers on the phone, "Maqi went to notify Hisoka, but it's unknown whether that guy will come."

Kuroro glanced at the shallow water beside him that was not even sleeping well, stretched out his hand and patted his trembling back rhythmically, and replied when he felt his breathing was steady, "No hurry, there is still time, this time the action is 'All members', Hisoka is not a threat right now."

The knight's face was gloomy, and the tendency to fiddle with his hands quickened. He killed the virtual characters one by one and said, "But he has no loyalty, which is not a good thing for the brigade."

Ku Luoluo raised the corners of his lips, smiling elegantly and gently, as if he was in a huge opera house, "He didn't break the group rules, since he is better than the former No. [-], then don't be repulsive, remember, the brigade It is the most important thing, and all decisions must be based on the survival of the brigade."

The knight shrugged his shoulders and responded indifferently, but the cold light flashing in his emerald green eyes from time to time made people shudder, "I know, I will wait for him to break the group rules, and when the time comes...kill him."

After speaking, the knight continued to fiddle with his hands, with a smile on his face, as bright as the sunshine in July.

Kuroro turned his head, lowered his eyes thoughtfully, let go of the finger that was rubbing his lips, and looked in the direction of the curled up figure, whose black hair buried his delicate face.

He smiled, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

For a while, in addition to the sound of breathing, there was only the sound of 'tick-tick' keyboard tapping, and the lights of the blue screen flickered.

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When Natasha woke up, the sun was already high and high, she rubbed her eyes, yawned and sat up, smelling the smell of bread with light butter.

Even with her eyes closed, she could imagine the fluffy and soft taste, and the burnt yellow color of yellow-orange. The taste after biting down is a little soft but extremely smooth, and drinking the freshly squeezed milk is really a beautiful day.

I think so, but according to her current physique, such an ordinary thing is a charity. Natasha lowered her head, staring at the carpeted floor. The carpet is a very soft top grade, judging by its softness, it should be produced by Hulanx.

"Miss Natasha is awake, do you need some breakfast? But only a little." The voice is very soft, it is the kind of tone that makes people feel comfortable, and it is like a newborn chick, with a little The childishness is the sound of shallow water.

She raised her head, her emerald eyes were sharp and sharp, and perhaps the living would not care about her obsession with food, but it was an absolute temptation to a ghost.

Natasha nodded, the forceful way, and floated to the table with a smile to begin her meal.

Her movements are actually very graceful, every movement seems to have been measured by a standard, with unusual accuracy, raising her hand, chewing, as if she had passed a professional course.

Qianshui held a water glass, drank plain water that wasn't too hot, looked at Natasha's eyes without blinking, and after a long time she said, "Miss Natasha looks like a nobleman."

She listened, stopped her movements, looked up at Qianshui's handsome face, tilted her head, and then said lazily and casually, "Maybe I was a nobleman before, but now I am a traveler and a singer. Let it go. '

Yes, maybe she is an aristocrat, living in a prosperous castle, learning how to be an excellent queen while welcoming the prince, her movements must be graceful, her back must be straight, she must not make a sound when she walks, she must not show her legs, and she cannot Laugh wantonly.But so what, she's not a traveler yet, a singing troubadour.

'By the way, where is Mr. Luxilu?Why didn't I see him? 'Since she woke up, she hasn't seen that young man, although the place without him makes her feel extremely relaxed.

"Mr. went out, it seems that something happened, but the fever has subsided, it's okay." Qian Shui drank a saliva, opened his mouth to answer.It seems that I am used to Kuroro's departure, I am used to separation, and then wait in a certain place without moving. I don't need to be together every day, just waiting is a very happy thing.

Natasha didn't quite understand this kind of emotion, at least after she became a ghost, this kind of waiting emotion never appeared again, but she felt that she had the same personality before, a little trance and a little sober.

After the meal, she floated up, stretched her waist in the air, stretched her limbs, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, leaned over and said to the shallow water where the tableware was packed, "Let's go shopping, it's okay to be bored here." What a healthy thing, if young people want to see the sun, they can also listen to my singing. We are going to a bigger square, basking in the sun and blowing the wind. It is a better feeling than being able to eat delicious food . '

Following behind Qianshui, Natasha babbled, watching her clean up the tableware and arrange the seats, 'Hey, Qianshui, let's go shopping. '

Qian Shui wiped her hands with a towel, and nodded with a smile. The thick-framed black-rimmed glasses were too huge, but Natasha still saw her expression, as if the angle of 45 degrees had been precisely calculated, and the brows were pulled down. The corners of the eyes were curved, and the corners of the lips were curved, "Then where shall we go first?"

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