Hunter Fan - Snake

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The flames wrapped around the man's body and spread rapidly. The high temperature and burning pain felt like being touched by extreme ice, very painful and numb.

Qianshui lowered her head, her long bangs covered her face with a little makeup, and her golden-red pupils were not so clear due to the angle of view.

She bit her lip, struggling with contradictions.The throat is dry and I want the bright red sweetness and smooth taste. It belongs to my husband. She is a devil and a vampire princess. She wants beautiful blood and wants to give eternal dreams.

With outstretched hands, the slender fingers revealed a pale color, as if heroically wanting to end all powerlessness, the finger bones are distinct, there is a flame in the palm, and the flickering light makes people feel tragic and desolate.

Suddenly, the flames extinguished, and Qian Shui embraced his body, suppressing the trembling caused by fear, violently and non-stop.With all her strength, she began to breathe fiercely, like a drowning person, wanting to find the driftwood floating on the water at the moment of death, even though she knew it was false, she still had the desire to save her life.

The flame on the man's body became smaller and gradually died out.Qianshui moved, took steps in the air and approached, then bent down and pressed his hands on the man's chest, there were ups and downs, although it was weak but...not dead.

It was a kind of relief, a sense of hope that he knew he had made a mistake but wanted to redeem it.She didn't kill anyone, didn't die, she could still wait for her husband, and wait for him to come back.

Thinking of this, Qianshui felt at ease, and while relaxing his body, he eliminated the flames around him, and the turbulent air flow formed circles around him, invisible but powerful.

The man opened his eyes suddenly, bent one hand in a strange arc, the muscles on the palm contracted, and the protruding nerves were exposed in an instant, showing a hideous shape, and the exposed nails were as sharp as a knife out of its sheath .

The excessively fast speed made Qianshui unable to maintain a defensive posture, and the heart that had stopped beating shrank for a while, but the short heart can get the long-lost touch, that is when alive, as a human being.

The finger inserted into the abdomen was pulled out, and a bright red viscous liquid was sprayed, and the scarlet with the smell of rotting iron flew out.When the shallow water was pouring backwards, I saw a beautiful scene, which belonged to the brilliance of the setting sun, just like the sweet and greasy sweetness she longed for.

The pain is transmitted along the nerve endings to the central center in the brain, spreading to the limbs and causing unnecessary spasms, like a dirty rat in the sewer that is about to die.

Qianshui looked down at the hole in her abdomen, it was still bleeding, it was a strange feeling, maybe she was numb, or she was used to it, she didn't feel pain, she didn't feel it, she just felt that the blood flowed beautifully, Like a dandelion.

The extinct flame burned in the blink of an eye, more vigorous than before, hotter than before, a nirvana that does not distinguish between friend and foe in a wide range, and then a blue-gray mist emerges, the smoke hurts the eyes, as if to cry .

Qian Shui did indeed start to cry, sobbing once and for all, intermittently as if he was about to die in the next moment.

The man opened his eyes wide, and his calm black pupils looked straight into her eyes. The golden-red pupils were very beautiful, and the picture in his mind was very, very funny.

亲情，友情，爱情，身为杀手的男子不需要这些，浅水知道什么是无情，知道什么是肆虐，伊尔迷?揍敌客不会拥有这些的，伊尔迷?揍敌客在她的印象The cold one is like a machine, a murderous puppet that is cold and has no temperature at all.

Suddenly Qianshui felt a headache, an explosion that could not be suppressed, his thinking stopped, his sanity disappeared, and the rest was instinct, which belonged to the bloodthirsty nature of vampires.

The flames were dancing, dancing behind her and all around her where it could burn, to burn everything up, to ashes.

She raised her hand high, and the flame on the palm flickered brightly and darkly. Suddenly, the flame jumped out of the control of the palm and pointed directly at the man's heart. It is very simple to want to die alone, just like drawing black and white. contour.

Entering, it was very close, she heard a voice, hoarse and extremely charming, she was very familiar with that voice, whispering her name softly, her favorite name in this world.

"Shallow water."

Consciousness returned, and her sanity gradually became clear. She stared blankly at the young man standing not far away, with jet-black hair, jet-black eyes, stagnant eyes that blasphemed all gods.

The lips opened and closed, and the shallow water opened his mouth vaguely, "Mr."

Suddenly Qian Shui came back to his senses, withdrew his hand to cover his mouth, surrounded by flames, swaying like a fishtail flag swaying in the wind.She lowered her eyes, and saw an unrecognizable human figure lying on the ground, judging by its height and proportions, it was a male.

Qianshui stood up straight without retreating or moving. His golden-red pupils were silent and overlapped with black, so deep that it was hard to see what he was thinking.

Kuroro walked very slowly, as if he was letting her think, and when he reached her side, he stretched out his hands and embraced Qianshui, which was the way to hug a child.

Qianshui raised her head high, looked at the pale ceiling with one eye, and said, "Sir...kill me..."

Her voice was muffled, like the hoarseness after crying, she twitched and trembled even when she got up, but her face was calm and expressionless, and the corners of her eyes were curled because of the long-time smile Yes, the corners of her lips are pursed tightly.

Kuroro didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to comfort her back, with the kind of strength like stroking a puppy.He laughed, smiling silently behind Qianshui, with three parts of innocence and seven parts of cruelty.Struggling to tear apart all disguises, and pretending to be a sacred role, the figure of the father god.

Qianshui buried her head in Kuroro's chest, and she listened to the beating, which was the sound of her heart. She closed her eyes and her expression became serene, "Sir... I wanted to kill someone just now, I was very scared, he wanted to Kill me, so I want to kill him, sir, you see, I am also such a bloodthirsty person."

She moved her head and hugged Kuroro's waist, her voice was so calm, the calm made people feel flustered, resting on Kuroro's shoulder, she bent the corners of her lips, and said in a soft voice, "Mr. Do you know? I am a vampire princess, a blood-sucking devil. Is it because of my belief that God the Father will not save me? I found out just now that I am actually very afraid of death. I am already dead. Don't you think it's weird?"

Qian Shui withdrew his encircling hand and pressed it on his heart, feeling the coldness of the skin without any ups and downs, "Am I still a human like this? I'm no longer a human, but a vampire, a vampire. It's just a devil. Sir, let me tell you, when I refused to be a watcher, I wasn't a vampire anymore, I was just a lowly devil, and devils have no heart, really."

Speaking of this, she suddenly became painful, as if all the wounds on her body were bursting out at once, and she could only show the magnitude of the shaking posture, "But sir...why do I feel scared? Devils have no heart, Does being able to feel afraid mean that I am no longer a devil? I am not a devil, nor a vampire, so what am I? Why do I still exist when I am dead?"

Ku Luoluo raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were deep and reminiscent of black stagnant water, and the death energy overflowing from his body could not be ignored. The movements of his hands were very light, as if embracing a flying falling tree. Feather, slowly, he said, "I hope to eat something today, western food is ready, you will like it."

She leaned on Kuroro's shoulder, using the absolutely pathetic posture that Natasha liked, the bangs on her forehead were soaked in water, and she looked a little embarrassed, "Sir, kill me, I want to die as a human, with a human heart, I don't want to become a monster, I don't want to become a devil who reveals bloodthirsty desire from the bottom of my heart, sir, you...you can do it, right?"

Qianshui raised her head, and met Kuroro's deep eyes, eyes that could not see any thoughts, the brand of the equal-armed cross, and the traces of rebellion against the gods. Broken, fine hair.

She's begging, she's confessing, she's looking for death before things get too out of hand.

Shallow water is afraid of death. She discovered the facts in the previous hunting. She couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be if she erupted out of control. There were dead bodies and debris everywhere, like a morgue The atmosphere was cold, chilly, and smelly.

Kuroro grabbed her hand, helped her straighten her messy hair during the activity, and pressed the corners of her eyebrows, "Don't you like it? Then change to other ones. The barbecue is also good, but you have to do it yourself."

She shook her head, broke free from Kuroro's shackles, let go of her hands and pushed back, her body floated up and her clothes fluttered, she pulled the changing skirt, stroked the hole in her upper abdomen, the wound had already healed more than half, "No I am a human being. With such a body, without Mebius, I can’t help but kill people. I can feel the thirsty throat all the time. I’m really not human anymore, sir...why don’t you kill me? If it’s sir , I will be willing, as long as it is sir..."

Kuroro raised his hand to rub his upper lip, the raised skin was a bit prickly and rough to the touch, he was silent for a while, and then outlined the arc of a smile that was not a smile, he walked forward, his steps were brisk, and he stood in front of the shallow water. At arm's length, he stopped and stretched his palm upwards, "I'm leaving."

It was obviously a waiting posture, and a gentle hoarse voice, but Qianshui changed his taste after hearing it, with an absolute command and an irresistible charm. It belonged to Kuroro, the spider head of the Phantom Troupe Kurolo? Luxilu, the beast j□j hidden in Mr.'s heart.

She lowered her head and stared at the ground, the nails shot into the ground showed her round head, with a slight halo, like the statue of the father god in the auditorium.

When she landed on the ground, flames covered the surface of the dress again, and it caught fire in an instant. When it burned, it moved the surrounding air, making a hula hula sound. In a blink of an eye, it was still the pure white dress. Diamonds shine brightly.

She held out her hand and held Kuroro's slender and thickly callused palm instead. When she raised her head, she began to smile with a peaceful expression, with curved eyes and lips.

Kuroro walked in front, and shallow water followed, one step apart, at a slow pace, as if walking in the courtyard.

The figure lying on the ground behind him moved his fingers, trembling a few times because of the scorched clothes exposed by the flames, and got up when the breath disappeared.

The man sat up, shook his head, and when he stood up straight, he took out the undamaged and weird mobile phone in his pocket, pressed it a few times, and finally clicked send.

'Please remit the money on time. '

The wind blew into the window, the dark red curtains exuded a gloomy color in the somewhat eerie light, a black shadow flashed by, the aisle was empty, only the ticking clock was heard.

Dance, in the empty auditorium, sing, on the 36 steps below the auditorium.

The sky is gray, which is the color of the sea.

The ground is golden red, that is... the eyes of the Vampire Princess...

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