Hunter Fan - Snake

11

The auction was going on as scheduled. Even though the outside had become a battlefield, there were still so many people waiting. It was like a ritual, an evil curse sacrificed with blood, in order to let those so-called wealthy apex people have more hobbies.

Maybe it's for showing off, or because of the distortion of individual people, but the result is the same, rare treasures, there will be people, there will be animals, and... organs.

Those fragmented limbs, round objects floating in formalin, are eyeballs, red.

Qianshui followed Kuroro a little behind, and felt that the young man in front stopped and tightened his skirt a little nervously. The hem of the pure white dress was a bit long, and the folds evenly emerged into a nice shape.

Natasha didn't follow, probably because she didn't like to see blood, she was a traveler and a free singer, without any restraints.She stops at the rendezvous, floating in the air, singing in her favorite position, the overly sentimental crouch.

Kuroro turned around, outlined his lips, and said with a slightly slanted head, "Wait for me to come back."

Qian Shui nodded, and obediently stood aside and walked. She doesn't like killing people, and she doesn't like watching people kill people. This kind of self is an obstacle to the husband, and it will be a burden if necessary.

No matter how much she wanted to refute it, it didn't change the fact. In fact, she felt that Mr. Knight was right. To him, her existence was a weakness. He could have it, but Kurolo Luxilu couldn't.

She smiled, leaning against the white wall, the cold touch surged up for a moment, making her clenched her lower lip with desperate strength.

The waiting is always so long, the shallow water can hear the sound of time flowing, the small but extremely clear ticking sound, she doesn't know if it is because of a strange physique, the husband is inside, separated by a ten-centimeter wall, the other side The sound of the time is so loud, so frightening, but she heard the sound of time, very softly.

Qianshui observed the surrounding buildings, and what caught his eye was the magnificence, the extremely extravagant decorations, and the people who could be called aristocratic families.

The windows were half open, and the dark red curtains swayed with the wind, like toys seen in childhood. The effect of gravity is everywhere, and this just confirmed these theories.

Qianshui leaned over, the window sill was solid, and the hand felt a little rough. The slightly painful arm rested, ignoring the tingling sensation, she raised her head, her eyes were scattered, she didn't know where to look, the sky was deep black, that was The colors of the night are in stark contrast to those of the day.

Probably because she had seen enough, or finished thinking, Qianshui took a few steps back, the aisle was wide, and there was enough space for her to dance.

Yes, she wants to dance, and she doesn't want to feel inexplicable emotions alone during the not-so-long wait.She doesn't like sadness, and she doesn't like an atmosphere that is too sad, but a person, a person's words are easy to get lost, and when they are transmitted to the skin through the flow of air in a quiet space, they will feel almost hopeless.

Turning around, Qianshui remembered the piano that Kuroro played at that time - Carmen.

According to the dance steps in memory, step by step in the beautiful dance posture in the eyes of outsiders, twist, rotate, kick, change the twists and turns of the arms and the width of the feet, bend, kneel, and freeze.

Sticky, salty sweat ran down her cheeks, and the tips of her hair became damp. She gasped for breath and smoothed the folds of her skirt when she stood up.

Don't let your husband see it, or you will be worried.As she thought about it, she raised her eyes and saw a figure with a slender figure and tall height, her eyes were bent, and her lips drew a beautiful arc.The footsteps seemed a little vain, but they were still brisk.

"First of all... I'm sorry, I've got the wrong person, I'm really sorry." It may be due to the lack of light, but similar body types are different people. The husband is taller, looks thinner, and has a different temperament How did you get it wrong?Qianshui lowered the brows, with a look of helplessness on his face.

The man on the opposite side was expressionless, and did not move other than his eyeballs. He was also indifferent to Qian Shui's apology.The fierce man seemed to think of something, his lips moved and he pronounced an 'O' syllable, and he tapped his palms with both hands, "You know Kuroro, right?"

Qian Shui didn't understand very well, and nodded reflexively, although it was slow, it still became a sufficient reason.

"Then you are that vampire." The man murmured, lowered his head, his hair was long and the same color as shallow water, black.Suddenly the man stretched out his hand, with a few nails between his fingers. The needles were slender and silver-white in color, and they waved when the shallow water didn't react.

Standing on tiptoe, her body, which has practiced dancing all the year round, is very soft, and the angle prediction is equally accurate. She stood still and glanced at the nails embedded in the stone floor.

A sense of fear was transmitted to her brain for a moment, and she felt scared, very scared.

Why kill her?Why do you know?No one here will know, will they?There are no vampires here, are there?

Raleigh, the hunter Raleigh said, the hunter Raleigh said was not the hunter she thought, but the vampire hunter, the executioner who wanted to kill her.

Fear, for death, fear, for death, everything is instinct.

She turned around and ran wildly, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die.

Suddenly feel confused, for her own contradictions, perhaps death is the best, the time is too long, she has learned a lot of things, she began to think again, how long did she live, but the answer is too long It's been so long that she has forgotten the exact time.

Stopped time, dead body, bright red liquid left behind without a beating heart, sometimes she would think, why does she still exist? Wouldn’t it be nice to die as a human being like that?Why are you so obsessed with being alive?

She was puzzled, but it was only doubt, a circular thinking without an answer.

The breath became chaotic, and the shallow water ran unhappily, dodging the attack of the man behind him, dodging those nails that could never be used up.

Fall down, get up, keep running.Because of the direction of the wind, her hair was flying behind her back, as if she wanted to live alone without her body.

There is no time to stop, can't stop, will die, this time it's me.

Suddenly the shallow water stopped, and she remembered what her husband told her to wait until he came back.She can't leave, Mr. is such a gentle person, if she leaves, what will Mr. do?What should she do?

Qianshui stopped, turned around and faced the man behind him who was teasing her like a cat catching a mouse.Qian Shui understood that if the man wanted to kill her, it wouldn't take so much effort. He had enough ability to kill her instantly without leaving any traces.

She closed her eyes, and there was a deafening rumble in her ears. The husband will be back soon, just one more time, one more time.

Opening the eyes, the pupils of different colors, the left side is the deep black, pure like darkness, and the right side is overlapping pupils, one circle after another, exuding a charming light, golden red.

The air around him changed shape, flames appeared from nowhere, clusters of flames, so small, so fragile.

Qian Shui loosened her teeth, and the trembling in her voice was so serious, she said, "Just wait a little longer, just a little bit, can't you...?"

What answered her was the nail in the man's hand, three points into the ground, absolutely lethal.You can imagine the feeling of being pierced into the body, the subtle pain, and the unscrupulous death.

The shallow water is slightly narrowed, the skin is very thin, even if it is far away, the meridians on it can still be seen clearly, the green and red are intertwined, just like... the spider's web.

She raised her hand, the shape of her hand is beautiful, delicate like a common doll, with the palm turned up, the flames that sprang out seemed to be alive, struggling hard but unable to escape the imprisonment.

There was a fire on her body, but Qianshui turned a blind eye to it, she forgot how long ago it was, and only remembered the deep sorrow at that time, the mourning that went deep into the bone marrow.

The pure white dress burned, and instantly formed different styles, the same white, but with a fatal desolation, the same long hair, but turned into a complicated headgear.

She is graceful and luxurious, her toes point to the ground in shallow water, and she floats when she jumps up. The strange costumes sway along the air around her, one after another.

The man became vigilant, the movement of his hands accelerated, the nails were shot from different angles, and at the same time dozens of identical figures were formed with the help of visual illusions.

Qianshui didn't want to kill people, never did.But she can't die, at least not now.She waved her arms, and the flames around her seemed to be conscious, rushing towards the ground, more towards the man hiding in the shadows.

She knows that the man's goal is not her, not her vampire, but the man's goal is Mr., the spider head who is the Phantom Brigade, Kururo Luciro.

She knew that the identity of the man was not just as simple as a killer, and the man's name was not impossible to know, the man's name, the name was Yiermi, Yiermi? Beat the enemy.

She questioned her father God and her brother's belief.Then at the next moment, he sincerely repented, folded his hands, raised his head and looked up at the sky. In front of his eyes was the outline of the Father God, the figure of the Father God that his brother believed in.

She wants to repent, pious confession, or pray, yes, she wants to pray, she will pray when the husband comes back, the husband will agree, the husband is very gentle, he will promise her everything, as long as it is not too much, as long as does not affect.

Sir, sir is... a good man.

The pain in her chest brought her back to her senses. Qianshui saw the man in a panic, his clothes were torn and scorched, and the texture seemed expensive.

She lowered her head and stretched out her trembling hands towards her chest. There was a nail in the seat of her heart, which was deeply embedded, and it was... very painful.

The buoyancy of her body dropped instantly, and she fell to the ground, panting and climbing like an ant, wriggling her limbs, and spasming helplessly.

She opened her mouth to speak, even if it was just a short syllable, but she couldn't, she couldn't speak, she couldn't speak, there was only the sound of breathing, which was very light but extremely heavy.

The man moved and walked to her side, his eyes were as indifferent as looking at a dead dog, pity, sympathy, nothing, nothing.

Qian Shui was scared, very scared, she didn't know why she was scared, she should have figured it out, in the long years, no matter when she was alive or when she became a vampire, she should have figured it out, she would not be afraid of death, But when she really encountered death, she began to be afraid, very afraid.

Don't want to die, don't want to die, don't want to die.The consciousness was scattered, and she felt that she had seen the appearance of the god of death, which was different from the sacredness of the father, so ugly, so unforgivable.

The man got closer and closer, and his strong sense of survival became more and more intense at the same time. Qianshui suddenly opened his eye sockets, his pupils shrank to the extreme, and the flames around him burst out and burned violently.

don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die

kill him!

The body moved, floating with the elegant movements formed by the dance practice, the flames in the palms were dancing, called the tune of extinction.

The man's reaction was quick, and he dodged as the flames approached. The scorched black on the ground smelled of decay, which belonged to exhausted soot.

The flame moved very quickly, forming a protective net around the shallow water, shifting locations while attacking.

She wants to kill him, she will not die if she kills him, she can continue to live if she kills him, kill him, as long as she kills him, she can wait for the husband, it will not be a short time, will the husband be angry ?

Kill him, kill him!

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