Hunter Fan - Snake

21

Very quiet, surrounded by the kind of silence that can hear breathing.Paired with dim lighting, the alternating black and red colors give people an overly depressing mood.

Qian Shui doesn't like this kind of environment, she likes the quiet auditorium, even if it's not very good, it doesn't matter, there will be light from above, through the skylight above the head, it will become a kind of holy halo on the statue of God the Father, This will give her the illusion that she has been redeemed.

Wo Jin found a relatively large branch and sat down, leaning against the dry trunk and closing his eyes to fall asleep.His brows were tightly wrinkled as if he was enduring great pain.

Qian Shui looked at it and then lowered his head, staring at the toe of the shoe on his feet, he pulled the hem of the skirt with both hands unnaturally, a little at a loss.She felt embarrassed like a child, even facing strangers was much better than now, but there was nothing she could do.

She thought, and then bit her lip habitually. Compared with the pain all over her body, she didn't feel much. Long-term torture has become natural. It's good to be numb, and it will be fine after it passes.

She raised her head, with a smile on her face, the arc was natural but reserved, exactly 45 centimeters, no more, no less.She leaned against a nearby tree trunk and raised her head. When she closed her eyes, she thought of Kuroro's face. It was as black as stagnant water and a cross with equal arms. It was always so domineering, but... very gentle, very gentle sir. .

She didn't count the time, she just breathed steadily, and she didn't know how long it had passed. Wo Jin opened his eyes and looked at her directly, his slightly narrowed eye sockets covered the brilliance in his eyes.

Many people think that Wo Jin is reckless, and many people mistakenly think that the people in the enhancement department don't have much ability, they only know how to act recklessly and don't use their brains.Wojin lowered his eyes to look at the hands on his knees, which were wide and calloused, and looked like the hands of a barbarian.

Why stop him?As long as the interests of the brigade are not threatened, even Kuroro will not use the low-level threat of 'will die'. Compared with those real swords and guns or other psychic snatchers, Qianshui's words are too naive and pale , he also understood that if he wanted to leave, she would let him go.

Why?He closed his eyes again, thinking about this question with a rationality unknown to outsiders, but the result was nothing, and finally he came up with a definition.

Because no one will care, no one will care about the life and death of irrelevant people, no one has touched it, not even blocked it.

Thinking of this, he raised the corners of his lips, showing a strong ironic line, feeling ridiculous for his rare wild thoughts, he is a wanted criminal, an SSS-level wanted criminal, how can a heinous person have such an idea, die After one time, I thought I was clean.

"Damn it." He muttered softly, his frown loosened, and his muscles softened a little.

There is no time to flow here, the air is so thin that it is difficult to breathe, and there is a sense of suffocation.Wo Jin was awakened by boredom, this was the most peaceful sleep he had ever slept, without dreams.

Qian Shui still had the same eyes-closed posture, the corners of his mouth were curved as if he was smiling, but his brows were tightly frowned, he thought it was because he had a nightmare, what kind of dream could it be?Will it be as bloody as his experience, can't tell whether it is his own or the enemy's?

He stood up and tried to keep his footsteps as light as possible, but unfortunately he was used to his big hands and feet, even if he wanted to deliberately lighten his feet now, he couldn't do it. He became annoyed, rubbed his hair irritably, walked to Qianshui with rough hands and feet, and squatted down He stretched out his hand, but stayed in mid-air, not daring to move.

He didn't know how to control the strength. She looked so slender, as if she could die with a little force.This impression made him afraid to make a move. What if he died?

When she opened her eyes, Qianshui saw this weird picture, she tilted her head, she was a little puzzled, looked at Wojin's outstretched hand, and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Wojin? Are you uncomfortable?"

She spoke very slowly, with a little uncertainty, her voice was so soft that it seemed to be embedded in the flesh, her voice was immature, like a child, and at the same time a child.

As if remembering something, she stood up abruptly, stretched out her hand and touched Wo Jin's forehead, her delicate face was full of anxiety.

Wo Jin was stunned, the temperature on his forehead was very low, he didn't want the body temperature of ordinary people, no, even ordinary people would not have such a low temperature, he had a flash of thought, guessed in astonishment, the instant thought was overwhelmed by the coldness on his forehead The tactile sense of obliteration, touch, just a single touch can also be this kind of warmth, a simple touch that has nothing to do with body temperature, and has nothing to do with tenderness.

There is no high temperature, just a little lower than normal humans, the shallow water is relieved, but it’s okay if this is the case, it doesn’t matter if Mr. Wojin goes out, the hunter can’t tell, the smell is also very weak, really good .

She thought about it and laughed, with a very comfortable smile in her eyes. The single eye was very bright, as if the light was inside, which made him feel glaring instantly.

She stepped back a few steps, stretched her hand behind her back, squinted her eyes and tilted her head, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wojin can go out now, it's all right, sir will be very happy, if Mr. Wojin is not dead, sir will definitely Very happy."

As she said that, she turned around, and the sky was torn open for a moment. After the sound of "tearing" through the sky, it was endless black, dotted with stars, it was night, 48:[-] midnight.

Floating in the shallow water, the pure white dress automatically drifted away without wind, and then drifted away. She began to spin, turning round and round, standing on tiptoe, as if dancing.

Take action, fight, sing and dance, and waltz to the end.

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The gallows was raised high, with traces of hangers with rotten rust, the crowd was crowded and disgusted.

The long, straight blond hair made fluttering arcs under the blowing of the wind, and the bustling dress skirt with extravagant lace swayed beautifully like a blooming lotus when her legs walked. The pure white fabric was stained with A little dust, but... can't forget, can't forget...

'Shan Lan, I will be executed tomorrow. 'At that time, the girl had a beautiful smile on her face, as peaceful as her favorite sunflower with brilliant colors.

'Shanlan, I am a witch, I have always been. 'The expression on the girl's face at that time was so sacred, so untouchable.

'Shan Lan, the gods are calling me, I am very happy. 'At that time, the girl's face showed such happiness, such a happy expression, and the jellyfish green eyes were full of tenderness.

The gallows was raised high, with traces of hangers with rotten rust, the crowd was crowded and disgusted.

The girl stepped forward with light steps, j□j's feet were covered with mud, but she was smiling, as if this was the real belonging, as if this was the right path.

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Natasha snuggled up on the couch, it's always a bad feeling to be incorporeal, not to feel the touch, not to be hungry or in pain, it's not good, it's not good, she doesn't like it, and she doesn't like it very much.

The clown was on the side, with his arms resting on his face and looking up at the empty ceiling, unable to see his expression clearly.

She squinted at the small part of the clown's face, very nicely lined and exceptionally good, what a handsome man, Natasha thought.

Just when she thought the clown was falling asleep, she heard him whisper his name, a very feminine name, according to the pronunciation and connotation of the letters, it should be a beautiful woman.

Diley, what a nice name, Natasha thought, and then began to think about the relationship between the hostess of this name and the clown, they should be lovers, she can hear the importance of the name of the clown alone, it is the kind that can risk their lives importance.

Natasha is a normal ghost, close to human feelings, there are also some behaviors like jealousy, although it has been a long time since I have experienced it, but it is not too late to experience it now, at least no woman will like the man she likes Heard other women's names in his mouth.

So as a matter of course, Natasha pouted, and also looked up at the ceiling. The granite ceiling is very monotonous, and it will cause a lot of visual illusion after a long time, but what does it matter, can't you see it?Who can see her except shallow water?What's the use of hearing but not seeing?

She is always a ghost and cannot change the fact that she is dead.

Natasha felt that she was bored, she was eating jealousy here, the person involved didn't realize that it was boring at all, but for the rare man who could hear her talking, and was still a good man, it didn't take long to spend such an unreasonable mood It's also a waste of time.Really bad.

Thinking about it, she moved her body, adjusted her sitting posture, straightened her back, turned her head to the clown and said, 'Shan Lan, what do you like?Why does it have to be so ugly when it is so beautiful?It is not good for the skin and will age quickly. '

She put her chin on her knees, and stretched her curled up body slightly. After asking, she saw the clown's body trembling faintly, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger. She also changed from being confused at the beginning to angry. Of course, in the middle Most of my anger is anger from embarrassment.

'What are you laughing at?Or are you a BT yourself, have special hobbies, paranoia?Or a clothes fetish?No matter which one it is, it will make people think that you are a BT, although you are already very BT. '

Her face was flushed, her cheeks were bulging, and the intense emotion caused her to float up instinctively, floating in mid-air with a condescending face waiting for the clown who still didn't let go.

Hearing what she said, the clown laughed even more presumptuously. He put down his hands, moved forward and smiled. He said, "Do you believe that there is a God in this world?"

The clown's expression was very serious, an indescribable chill. Strictly speaking, it could be described as an ugly cake, but it tasted extremely beautiful.

It was a strange idea, back to the topic, Natasha came back to her senses, approached the clown a little distance away with an unbelievable face, squinted at the clown's face, carefully not letting go of any subtle expressions, she said, 'I don't believe in God, But knowing the existence of God, it is a real thing, maybe not as omnipotent as other people think, but it does exist, but it is a pity that even if it exists, God... will not save people. '

This is reality, an extremely cruel fact.God created human beings, but ruthlessly left them to fend for themselves, such a Creator, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it.

The clown raised the corners of his lips, but the slight angle made Natasha feel very familiar, as if he had seen it countless times, but he just couldn't remember when.

She felt a headache, as if it was a very important thing, but she had forgotten it.very uncomfortable.

Frowning, she distanced herself, floated higher, and looked around, but she didn't see anything resembling food within her visual range.She got tangled up and began to miss shallow water, at least shallow water wouldn't make her hungry.

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