Hunter Fan - Snake

The one on the left is the last remaining starlight, the one on the right is the few tears left in my heart, just one drop, and the evil and charming face is covered with thick powder, white, and then a funny clown costume.

The iron-gray eyes were Danfeng's, which were narrowed, but at this moment they opened slightly, and the pupils constricted violently, as if seeing a long-lost lover, the excitement surprised her inexplicably.

Natasha doesn't know this person, and it's just that she doesn't know him, but the sudden sense of familiarity is so kind, so kind that she wants to run over there, using the bloody plot of the golden eight o'clock soap opera that is often performed on TV , threw herself into his arms, coquettishly, and said those sweet words that could tire people to death.

When Natasha came back to her senses, she saw Qianshui standing up, facing those iron-gray eyes, with curved lips and curved eyes.The smile is very soft, but it seems so hypocritical in this too sacred auditorium, pretending to be innocent.

She didn't know why she had such an idea, but she just felt that way, and she also thought that way, so that's how it was.

Qian Shui smiled, stretched out his hand to gather the hair around his ear, "Shan...Mr. Hisoka." There was a pause in the middle, and he changed his call at zero o'clock.

The clown didn't reply, just stared blankly at the auditorium where there was only a young girl standing in his eyes, the gothic stained glass was tilted with a bright red brilliance, and there was a kind of lonely blood.

Natasha moved the distance, looked at the clown with an almost fascinated expression, and suddenly there was a thought in her mind. Void stretched out her finger, drawing a silhouette that hadn't been moved for a long time, graceful lips, slender red phoenix eyes, iron gray color, That was... the original color of the sea.

It wasn't originally like this.It wasn't like this, she thought.she repeated.

The clown regained his usual expression, that kind of weird smile that was extremely arrogant, silent, but extremely arrogant, he said, "Xiao Qianshui~ Are you alone?~~~~~~~~~~? "

Qianshui tugged at the hem of the dress, straightened the folds on her head, lowered her head, a little afraid, "Well, it's just me, Mr. Hisoka."

Natasha doesn't know what's between the shallow water and the clown, and she doesn't care about that. She floats, hovers in front of the clown, and slowly descends. There is a feeling rising from the bottom of her heart, just like that The poison like a snake and scorpion creates a feeling of paralysis when immersed in the body, crazy and intoxicating.

'I'm in love with you. She said, facing the clown, kissed his lips tightly but without touching them. Those lips, which were so beautifully painted with heavy makeup, seemed to have honey on them, sweet and mellow.

She is a soul, just a soul, but she also has love and loves others. She learns to forget in the long years, learns to remember in forgetting, seeks belonging in memory, and finally learns to love.

Natasha was sure she was in love with the clown, the clown with the heavy make-up and the ridiculous smile.The clown reminded her of the circus she had seen during the trip, a one-person play, and when the curtain ended, there were no other roles except applause and applause.

She felt that the clown was very lonely, and could only stand on the stage alone, performing plays that pleased the crowd.

She felt that she fell in love with the clown, this clown who was extremely close to her, untouched but extremely close.Arrogant clown.

It's love,' I say, I'm in love with you, can you hear me?I said I fell in love with you. ’ She opened her mouth and spoke the language of love with a wonderful voice, like a believer in God, bowing her knees before the holy messenger.

Natasha likes opera, she is like the gypsy woman in Carmen, looking for love passionately, falling in love is falling in love, there is nothing to hide, she thinks there is still a difference, at least, at least she will not be like that Love is like a mean gypsy woman, and if you find it, it's the only one.

"I heard it, it's very clear~~~~~~~" Suddenly the clown looked forward, his eyes were half closed, making Danfeng's eyes even smaller, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

But these are not important, she is very excited and extremely happy, if anyone would have the same mood as her, a soul, just a touch of soul, can love others and confide in love words, how wonderful it is!

'Can you hear me?Can you hear me say I'm in love with you? !Did you really hear that? ! Her eyes widened, she floated back some distance, her fingers covering the dilation of her lips, her expression surprised.

"Yes, I heard it~~~~~~~~~?" The clown laughed even more wickedly, and his body trembled more and more with the smile, with a taste of destruction.

Surprise turned into ecstasy, she spun around and floated in front of Qianshui, with a tremor in her voice, the kind of tremor that would only appear when she reached the level of excitement, 'Qanshui, did you hear that?He said he could hear it, he said he heard it!God, I praise you. ' Quickly crossing herself, Natasha went back to the clown.

'My name is Natasha, can you...see me? ’ This time she became very careful, her voice dropped to an unknown number of tones, and there was a sentence in the middle.

She's asking, maybe just making sure.

Finally, amidst the clown's silent and strange smile, she woke up, cooled her feverish mind, and began to think.

He couldn't see her, but he could hear her voice, maybe this was another joke from God.Qian Shui could see her and hear her voice, but it was not human, not human.

She fell in love with the Joker, a moment of emotion, a one and only love.

'You do not love me.But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time, I can wait for you to fall in love with me, although I'm just a ghost, but, I fell in love with you. ' Natasha twirled in the air, and the skirt spread out in a nice arc.

So what if you can't see it?She is just a traveler, and she can give up love, at most, she will no longer have the overly beautiful emotion of love, but she is a traveler and a singer, so these are all fine, as long as she can sing, maybe, this is called Not on love?Instead, he was confused for a moment.

"Miss Natasha knows Mr. Hisoka?" At some point, Qianshui came over, tilted his head gently and asked, his tone was still so soft and gentle.

Natasha turned her head, blinked and stretched out her index finger to touch her pink lips, her emerald eyes looked up to the sky, and then said, 'Who knows, maybe we knew each other in the previous life?If God knows, he should bless me, after all I'm a ghost~ It's good that I can see and hear. '

Yes, maybe this is the so-called fate?Let's put it this way, doesn't the goddess of fate in Norse mythology also say the same?The lives of three people are one, weaving threads.No no, shouldn't this be the work of Cupid, the god of love?Really, she also started to get confused.

She shook her head, her golden-brown wavy hair drew an unobtrusive arc, and there was no sound when she landed.

Qian Shui bit his lip, and moved his hands unnaturally, like a child facing a teacher, making a mistake and not knowing what to do, "Why is Mr. Hisoka here?"

The clown twisted his waist, walked a few steps, bent over to Qianshui and let out a weird laugh, and when he stopped, he still had an uncontrollable ending, "Header has something to do~~~~~? Xiao Qianshui is not Do you know?~~~~~~~~? It’s so strange~~~~~~~~~~?”

Mr. Hisoka is angry, Qianshui is a little puzzled, she doesn't know why Hisoka is angry.Only when Hisoka was angry would he speak with such puns, and he would not tell her about the husband's actions, and there was no need or need to tell her.

Qianshui likes Mr., she understands Mr.'s ideals, Mr.'s philosophy, Mr. is Kuroro Luxilu, a person who will not stop for anyone, so she doesn't know, it's... normal.

All she can do is wait, the husband will not abandon her, he promised her, he will not leave, so she believes, firmly believing is like believing in God.

"I'm sorry." With his head lowered, Qianshui spoke in a low voice, which could easily be ignored and not heard by anyone.

The clown restrained the curvature of his lips, and although there was still some remnants, he looked gentle, his iron-gray eyes were as cold as frozen sea water, "Why does Xiao Qianshui apologize? ~~~~~~~~ Really Strange~~~~~~~~~~~?"

Qianshui still lowered her head, she didn't know what to say, she actually wanted to say something, but she didn't know why she couldn't make a sound, she still couldn't cope with Hisoka like this.

'You're angry?why are you mad?Is it an angry thing to be in love with me?What a shame. Natasha pouted, with an unhappy expression on her face, she also lowered her body to the ground, and pointed at the clown's nose with her steps, her voice amplified to break the embarrassing atmosphere.

Qian Shui is afraid of clowns, she can clearly feel that she doesn't understand why Qian Shui is afraid of clowns, but there is nothing she can do if she is afraid, depending on the situation, they know each other and said some things she didn't understand, but these don't hinder her Breaking the silence, originally, sadness is not such an emotion that can be suitable everywhere.

Natasha felt emotional, and suddenly felt that way.I always feel that the clown is not like this, he should be more... Well, be more polite, even if the temperament is the same, it shouldn't be the insolence it is now.

'Hey, why are you angry? ' she asked, staring, looking into those iron-grey eyes, as if they were going to eat people.

"Hisso~~~~~~~◆" The clown tilted his head, fixed in that exaggerated seat, squinted his eyes and answered irrelevant questions.

Natasha froze for a moment, a little confused.

"My name is Hisoka~~~~~~~~~? I can't keep Kuroro waiting for a long time~~~~~~~~~◇Even if I don't really want to go, who cares about it~~~ ~~~~~~? Really annoying~~~~~~~? Isn’t it? Small~~~~ Shallow~~~~~~~~? Water~~~~~~~~?” The clown tweaked With his waist bent, he turned around and walked out of the auditorium step by step.The voice has a pitch with a strong undulating rhythm.

How can a human voice do that? Natasha thought it was a wonderful thing, watched the clown out of the auditorium, and then looked at the shallow water where he was still standing still with his head down.

Qian Shui bit her lower lip, and pulled her skirt very hard, fearing that this kind of emotion should not appear on her body as a vampire princess to a certain extent, but she was afraid, maybe because she wanted to become a vampire. Human beings, so they ignore the gap that already exists.

She wants to curl up, she wants to sleep, she wants to dance, it’s okay without a stage, it’s okay without an audience, it’s okay without flowers and applause, she wants to dance, she wants to dance, turn her body to let the sweat calm her mind, and get rid of the fear that swallows her senses .

Let's do it like this, she raised her head, with a smile on her face, that kind of very gentle and gentle smile, the corners of her eyes and lips were curved, that's good, that's good.

"Miss Natasha, I want to dance, can you accompany me?" She asked very lightly, as light as the weight of a feather, but so heavy that it seemed to bear the whole world.

Natasha felt dazed, but nodded anyway.

This is a square, an empty square, dimly lit, and dark and damp with a rotten stench.

She began to dance, dancing in this empty square, the bright brilliance of the day was gone, and there was no other feeling except loneliness, but she began to dance, turning the angle, dancing with stretched limbs.

Qianshui likes the national standard, samba, ballet, and folk dance. She dances Carmen with intense colors, as vivid as breathing the last breath of air.

Sweat ran down her cheeks, her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see clearly, it wasn't crying, she hated crying as a cowardly way of venting, she had to learn to be strong, she was strong, at least she thought so, so...she didn't want to cry.

I don't know how long she jumped, and she stopped when she had no strength to stand up, and she collapsed on the ground, motionless as if she was dead.

Death was so good, and she learned to embrace it, but not being able to have it was a curse, an eternal, eternal curse.

Shallow water twitched, whimpering like a dying dog, helplessly, non-stop, but... didn't cry, wouldn't cry.

It turned out that she was such a pathetic existence, the Father God in the cloud had already abandoned her, and the messenger in the sky was mocking, flapping her wings and dropping her wings, laughing wantonly.

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