Hunter Fan - Snake

Natasha looked at the shallow water and danced, and felt powerless as she slumped on the wet floor and couldn't move.

The sun went down, and it was replaced by a dim moon without any brilliance, in the shape of a sprout, which seemed to disappear in the next moment.

She stood aside and watched, not far away, lowering her head, she could just see the shallow and slender eyelashes, which were very long and black, and shimmered with silvery white light under the suddenly turned on light.The drooping eyelids were hidden behind overly thick lenses, so Natasha couldn't see what she was thinking, but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be a good thing.

Qianshui said that she is a dancer. In the past, she would choose to be a professional dancer. It’s not that she has nothing to do. It’s not that she has no direction. At first, Natasha thought it was just an ideal. Having an interest without success is not a loss.

She saw the shallow water dancing, and she danced with that kind of extremely strong, fragile and tenacious charm. For a moment, she saw the feathers falling from the sky, the pure white color, falling down one by one, There is no break.Very beautiful posture, hold your breath while stretching your limbs, kick and spin with all your strength, as if you are doing your best.

Natasha thinks this is the most professional dance she has ever seen. The duration of a piece of music is not long, there is no flashlight, no stage, and no so-called musical tune. It just relies on the rhythm in memory, spinning in silent dance steps, and then rotate.

When she figured out what kind of emotion it was, she suddenly realized that she was actually not qualified to say anything.

Natasha is a traveler, a free-spirited singer, as long as she can sing, there is fear in the end of the world, but shallow water is different.

Qianshui gave up dancing, the stage, and many, many things she owned, but the source of those things that no longer existed was the emotion that Natasha was proud of just now, called love.

That is the love of shallow water, the love of not knowing the object, like a person's space looking at the world through transparent glass, conveying virtual emotions through images, pure without a trace of variegation.

Maybe there is someone, but Natasha doesn't know who it is. It may be a gentle and refined scholar, or it may be a fool who has failed in everything.

She understands that Qianshui can't have love, she can't see Qianshui's death, Qianshui said that she is a vampire, just a vampire, what she has is endless life and the fate of not dying, people around her die one by one, and meet the god of death one by one What kind of feeling does that feel?

Natasha thought she understood, she was a ghost, immortal from the moment she died.

God has abandoned her, and hell is close at hand, behind her, in her heart.

Qian Shui stood up, stretched out his hand to caress the folds of the skirt, and pushed down the black-rimmed eyes, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, but also more lonely and sad.

She said, "Miss Natasha, we have been out for a long time, we should go back, otherwise the husband will be worried."

Turning around after speaking, the pure white dress rippled in the air with beautiful arcs, just like her lip line, melodious and gorgeous.

In fact, shallow water is not beautiful, at most it can be regarded as delicate, but Natasha thinks shallow water is beautiful, the beauty makes people feel distressed, intoxicated, and makes people feel sour unconsciously.

She stretched out her hand, and then paused in the void, trying to grab something but didn't know what it was.When she opened her hand, what she saw was a palm with nothing, and the fine and intricate palm lines were intertwined, just like her destiny.

Natasha is not a person who believes in gods, no, now she is a ghost, not a human being, anyway, she does not believe in gods, but she has no way to refute the statement of fate.She believes in fate.

Fate is born, luck is controlled by hand.So Natasha always believes in fate, and fate can be changed.Reverse in a certain loophole.

She no longer used the floating posture to follow, but instead used unfamiliar steps. The long-term ghost physique made her forget some human habits, just like walking on foot now.

Now she thinks, she should relive this feeling of solidity, the hardness of the ground, the cold air, and the blue sky that she will see after taking a deep breath.

After walking for a while, Qianshui stopped, and Natasha, who was following behind, also stopped. The seat behind made her unable to see what made Qianshui stop.

When she turned sideways and looked forward, Natasha saw the young man named Kuroro Lusiru, the source of her fear.

Next to Kuroro stood the knight and Feitan. Natasha had seen the knight before. As for Feitan, she felt unfamiliar.

She thought it would be better to keep quiet at this time, although even if she spoke, only shallow water could hear her, but she felt that even this would still disturb this strange combination.

Kuroro put his hands in his trouser pockets, standing at an oblique angle, gusts of wind drooped his hair, revealing his hair that was too soft, and the equal-armed cross on his forehead was covered with a white bandage Covered up, it sets off the pale complexion and morbid beauty.

Probably seeing Qianshui's trance, Kuroro hooked the corners of his lips, and his smile changed from a half-smile to a gentler one. He stepped forward and reached out to smooth Qianshui's fuzzy hair.

He said, "Going back." His voice was hoarse and low, like the tone of the cello that Natasha liked.

She saw Qianshui clenched his hand, not very hard but could see the emotional fluctuations in it, very strong feelings.

Qianshui lowered his head, then raised it, with curved lips and eyes, with a soft and gentle temperament, which could easily be misunderstood, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kuroro walked in front, and Qianshui followed.

She looked at it, and she always felt that there was something between these two people, excessive dependence, excessive obedience, if this was the case, they would eventually perish.

That's not faith, it's not salvation, it's just driftwood on the water, false belief.

Natasha didn't speak, and followed the shallow water after a distance.

Compared with the silence of Fei Tan and Kuroro, Xia Ke knows how to enliven the atmosphere better. When the mobile phone in his hand is not stopped, he presses it and makes a 'tick-tick' sound while looking around and talking. , "I'm talking about the leader~I'm worried, but I have to say it~ Otherwise, the young lady will never understand~ I won't be able to see you in two days~"

Kuroro glanced, thought for a while, and replied with a three-part innocent and seven-part cruel smile, with a casual tone and understatement, "No, let's go to shallow water together."

Fei Tan opened his eyes, his bright golden pupils shrank, and then he felt relieved. As the head of the brigade, Kuroro must have considered what he said, and there must be a reason for saying that he wants to go together in shallow water.What he needs is not questioning, but obedience.

The knight stopped his hand, turned over the strangely shaped cell phone a few times in his palm, and slipped it into his pocket, with a bright expression on his face, easy to gain people's trust, "This decision is very strange~"

A disguised question.Qianshui is too naive, not to mention kindness, and it is not suitable for action in terms of personality alone. The brigade is the brigade, and everything is based on the interests of the brigade. Kuroro participated in the relationship. plan, that would be a loss for the brigade.

Compared to the knight's suspicion, Kuroro looked relaxed and fearless. He slightly raised his hand, one hand vertically, swinging naturally by his side, and the curvature of his mouth remained unchanged. "Shallow water will not become an obstacle, on the contrary, it will become a catalyst. Do we have to talk about this on the road? I prefer to sit down and have a good cup of coffee and talk about something lighter, which is good for everyone."

It's not that Qianshui didn't hear the conversation between the knight and Kuroro, no matter who it is, as long as they are not deaf and deaf, they will hear it at such a close distance.very clear.

Qian Shui bit her lower lip, her existence was too sensitive, she didn't want to embarrass her husband, but she was afraid of being left behind again.That is a kind of selfish thought. If you follow along, if you have power, will you have some protection?

She likes Mr., trusts Mr., cannot doubt, and will not leave.

She let go of her mouth and gave up the cruel treatment of her lips. When she opened her mouth, her childish voice floated out, with a tactful softness, "I can wait for Mr., don't worry about me, let alone Miss Natasha with me, It'll be fine."

Words against one's wishes are so simple for Qianshui who is good at disguising expressions, if it becomes a burden and an obstacle for Mr., it is better not to start.

She likes Mr., although not as much as Raleigh, and even less than Der Spiegel, but she also doesn't hate him, and there is no way to hate him.

Kuroro squinted at the shallow water, and then looked forward quickly. His pace was neither fast nor slow, trying to match the speed of the shallow water. "No, the result will not change. Go to the shallow water together. It will be useful."

Kuroro squinted his eyes, his stagnant eyes were so deep that it made people feel unfathomable and unable to fathom his emotions.

Witches and hunters, if you think right, this action will be very interesting.

' he said, beware of the hunter, sir... the hunter is, what? '

The knight shrugged and didn't say anything anymore. He thought he was looking forward to Kuroro's expression after his failure. Although it was unlikely, the imagination was better than the reality. This action is irrelevant to the brigade. Just a game to pass the time.

Secretly hiding the phone from his pocket, Xia Ke continued to fiddle with it, but this time he didn't speak again.

Fei Tan glanced at the knight, the overly high collar covered most of the expressions on his face, even if he thought about it like this, his face was expressionless and cold, entwined with evil spirit.

Qianshui lowered his head, he should cut his long hair.The pure white dress spread out as she walked forward, revealing her fair calves, which were pale and bloodless, and the blue meridians were faintly visible on it.

The journey of four people, with an extremely weird atmosphere, ends when they reach their destination.

Kuroro changed his clothes, a black leather coat, gray and white unknown fur collar, and the inverse cross on the black back prominently showing a sacred halo.

The bandage on his forehead was removed, revealing the brand of rebelling against God, a pitch-black equal-armed cross.

He sat in the center of the abandoned site, with his hands folded in front of his chest, naturally like a god emperor overlooking all living beings, and holy like a god on the other side of the cloud.

There were thirteen people standing and sitting on the scrap yard, some men and some women, each of them showed excitement or hid a good interest.

Qianshui stood next to Kuroro, still wearing the pure white dress, which was as smooth as fine satin, without any cheap appearance, and the same pair of thick black eyes on the face, the corners of the lips were curved, and the corners of the eyes were curved.

The fierce Kuroro stood up, closing his eyes domineeringly, as if enjoying the absolute fear, the feeling of flustered survival in the dark.

Opening his eyes, the pure black eyes were like stagnant water, calm and deep, and he said, "Take them all away." After a pause, he continued, "Take away all the treasures from this underground auction."

Shock appeared on the faces of twelve people, spider legs, mutated ambition, massacre, unilateral massacre.

"Head, are you serious? The underground auction is formed by the cooperation of gangsters from all over the world. If we make a move, we will be enemies of the underworld all over the world!" The tall man asked first, with a dull expression on his face. He was dressed in animal clothes, his muscles were strong and strong, and his tone was filled with awe and hesitation.

"Are you scared?" Kuroro reached out and rubbed his lips, and when he stopped, he smiled half-smile.

The man clenched his teeth, using too much force, as if he was enduring, but he couldn't bear it, so blood stains ooze from his gums, his body has a slight movement, which is a sign of excitement, "No, I'm very happy... Please order us Come on, Commander. Order now!"

Kuroro was obviously very pleased with the man's answer. What he said was very light and weightless, but no one could ignore its existence. "I order now, kill them!"

Kuroro walked around in the halo that fell from the sky, his steps were vigorous and brisk, and the black leather clothes all over his body had a solemn taste, which was a chilling air.

Qianshui was one step behind Kuroro, with a smile on his face, a suitable expression, thick lenses covering his eyes of different colors, and walking in silence.

Mr. is a spider head, named Kurolo? Luxilu, who is here to do evil.

Anyone who stands in my way will be shot to death!

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