Hunter Fan - Snake

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The daughter of King Herod of Israel is a beautiful girl like a rose covered with dew in the morning. Her beauty is unparalleled, and she is so charming that everyone who has seen her is willing to give everything.

The daughter of King Herod of Israel is an innocent and innocent girl like a newborn baby, with closed eyes and a slight smile, wearing tulle on her face, and her skirt is full of various amorous feelings.

Dancing, arms outstretched, flips, clinging, it's a wonderful paradise.Wrapping around each other's body like a snake, rubbing and blending.This is dance, the ultimate joy.

The daughter of King Herod of Israel, that innocence, beauty and incomparable maiden fell in love with John the Prophet, she wanted a kiss, John the Prophet refused, and the daughter of Herod the King of Israel killed him.

An incomparable face, golden wavy hair hanging down on the chest, half-closed eyelids, long eyelashes trembling to a certain extent, sweet and beautiful, slender arms held up, delicate palms dripping with warmth Hot-blooded head, that is—John the Prophet.

A 16-year-old young girl, the daughter of King Herod of Israel, kissed John's lips. She smiled sweetly, opened and closed her bright red lips, and said softly:

——Why don't you look at me, as long as you look at me, you will love me... The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

The clock struck midnight, and the girl in a black plaid skirt was sleeping in the palace of the Queen of Hearts, with a boy lying beside her, whose face was so similar to hers.

Crossed fingers, interdependent body shape.John of Hearts saw it and notified the Queen of Hearts.

Little Red Riding Hood in a black tartan dress and a boy like her were summoned, and John of Hearts shouted to the Queen of Hearts:

— hang them, the twins of sin.

The queen of hearts drank the French black tea brewed at 24:[-] p.m., and stirred the handle of the spoon in her hand with overflowing aroma. The silver light hurt the eyes of the girl in the black plaid skirt, and the twin teenagers rushed up and knocked over the black tea. , beheaded the Queen of Hearts.

He looked at John of the Red Heart who flinched, with contempt in his eyes, and stretched out his bright red hand to hold the girl in the black plaid skirt.

John of the Heart stood up and stabbed Little Red Riding Hood in the heart with the hatter's scissors.

The pictures are connected one by one, intermittently, but connected in a complete way.She didn't quite know what these represented, it was foretelling and expressing some ending that would appear at that unknown time.

With no one around, she walked slowly on this very lucky and empty corridor, free from those tiresome responsibilities and things that could drive people crazy.

Of course she misses her exceptionally handsome fiancé terribly, just leave out some of the parts that annoy her.

For a moment, she thought of those memories that had been forgotten deep in her brain, about many, many not very happy memories.

She curled her lips, showing a disgusted expression, and then changed into an arc that could make people mistaken for happiness and sweetness, with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes reflected the human figure at the end.

—Two children, three girls.Adding my own words, it is just right to hold afternoon tea in the back garden where the roses are in full bloom.

She thought, covering her lips and smiling slightly, her winking eyes were silky but innocent and romantic.

She began to dance, using silk and satin all over her body, twisting her body, forming a strange arc, freezing, kicking, and spinning.

She danced at the banquet held, using extremely extravagant dance steps and beauty that captivated all living beings, well, this is an exaggerated rhetoric, she is just a dancer of no status, binding the peerless twins with a despicable oath Black man - Il fan? Beat the enemy.

She smiled and stood on the side seat, her calf felt soft to the touch, something almost oily and smooth, it belonged to the black cat, the cat with different-colored eyes.

Stretching out her hand to hug it, she placed it on her chest and kissed the center of its brow intimately, isn't that the softest hair?This is the most reasonable saying in the eyes of the older generation.

She began to pray, knelt on the ground to admonish, use the most sincere words, put her hands in front of her chest, place the seat accurately, less than three centimeters from her heart, and speak the most pious words Word, so that God will believe.

She began to recall some things, little bits and pieces, of course, including that not-so-good-looking girl with curved lips and eyes, who smiled so divinely and brightly.

Senpai...senpai...senpai Asamizu...

She knelt not far from the boy, her presence was too small to be noticed.She picked up the cat that was rubbing against her calf, its pure black hair glowed with the halo of the veranda, like a god of death.

Smoothing out the black cat's hair with her fingers, she observed that the girl lying on the ground had malt-yellow hair, as dry as a dehydrated straw pole, and her face was so ugly.

Ah, how could she think so.What a sin.

Then there was the girl standing there, wearing a pure white dress, and her round-toed leather shoes looked like they had been worn for a long time. The white feather fan in her hand was opened to reveal 24 fan bones.

She stood up, stretched out her single hand, wanted to get closer, but stopped looking at the sky, the distance was very far, but it seemed so close, so close that she could clearly see the hair on the ugly face, with its faint hair halo.

Her eyes were blurred, carrying the unique scatter, the kind of belief in the gods, and the longing for the supremacy.

Unknown things, unknown endings.She thought of the line from Shakespeare, To be or not to be?This is a problem.

To die, to sleep, and to... dream.

It was an empty castle, and the walls were covered with oil paintings by world-renowned masters, the original original works, with a strange style and a color of despair.

There is a dizzying dark red carpet on the ground, and the fluffy ones have a special sense of horror when stepped on, like stepping on soft internal organs, so disgusting that people want to vomit.

In the central place there are these two corpses, a man and a woman.

Maggots squirmed, maggots gushed out.His face was distorted and his eye sockets protruded, as if he had experienced the most terrifying process in the world.Or... a ghost?

They were piled up on the ground, the woman's face was covered with heavy makeup, and her bright red lips were slightly parted, like a Sleeping Beauty waiting for a kiss, but... it was terrible, very, very terrible, with shriveled cheeks and sunken ribs, originally The proud figure is nothing but the current ugly shrinkage.

Facing them was the Last Supper with a sense of mission. Jesus had a serene face, holding the corners of his clothes from twelve angles, and the gold coin in Judas' hand fell out, showing a panicked look.

The price for the appearance of the traitor was the limited thirteen gold coins.

Sitting on the steps of the spiral staircase is a young man with jet-black hair, eyes like stagnant water, wearing a god's costume, and the black and white pattern is so sacred.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, fifteen centimeters in length. The angle of the smile was half a smile, three parts innocent and seven parts ruthless.

When she came back to her senses, the black cat she was holding was showing inhuman pain with bared teeth. She saw that when she let go of her hand, the black cat jumped down, its claws mercilessly scratched across the back of the white hand, and blood oozed out. Red.

Closing her eyes, she ignored the pain on the back of her hand. What appeared in her mind was the huge flame, the flame that burned violently when the castle collapsed. .

It was a frightening temperature, a scorching burning sensation, a burnt smell from the skin, and the smell of burnt squid.

It's so unbearable.

She stopped thinking, and her eyes were limited to the two young girls in the center, one with a limp face full of pain, the other with a stiff expression, the animal ears hidden in the hair stood up, and the fur exploded.

The huge masked puppet that emerged from the sky has a hideous face, and the black-haired boy sits cross-legged opposite the cat-eared girl. According to the strength of the mind, there is a huge disparity in strength. What can make the strong fear?

She thought about it, and then suddenly realized that the corners of her mouth were rounded and curved, and her expression was reserved with a deadly sense of evil.

Reaching into her side pocket, she took out a strangely shaped mobile phone, and pressed the number. The ringtone was the familiar Richard's dream wedding. The busy tone passed, and she said, "Il fans, I'll be there in a few days." Go back to heaven... I don't know where this place is, but it doesn't matter, it will end soon, soon..."

Hanging up, she seemed to hear the undulating tone of the man in black, saying her name, his eyes were as cold as frozen ice, ruthless.

——Mirror.

Nabis, the tyrant who ruled Sparta from [-] to [-] BC.

He would often say, "If I can't convince you, maybe my beautiful Apega can."

The hapless fellow would then be led before a statue in the form of the tyrant's beautiful wife, with sharpened blades in its arms, and the victim would be slain in a deadly embrace.

At the end of the [-]th century, brutality was prevalent in Europe and America. Iron maidens, nail chairs, shackles, and iron tools with a large number of torture tools came out.

It was a turbulent age, it was a cruel and ruthless age, and the promoter was—the witch.

What is a witch?Witches are... vampires.

As she thought, she outlined her lips and showed her white teeth in that bloody smile.

Once upon a time, there was an obscure family whose head was a 16-year-old girl.

Fate is—

Hunt the witch.

She smiled shyly and indifferently, half-closed her eyes, staring at the toes of her white dancing shoes, the texture of the canvas was somewhat rough.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he turned over the slender cross dagger and held it tightly.

The toes stand on tiptoe and spin, and the silk skirt flutters, just like the girl dancing in the wind in the garden full of roses, with wonderful dancing posture and flexible curves.

She raised her hand, with her slender arms across her chest, and leaned over, the bustling and cold sword of the cross glowed with a cold light, dark blue.

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On the hills in full bloom of camellias, on that grassy land, the girl was wearing an exquisite evening dress, and opposite was a silver-haired man in military uniform.

The girl's face was sad, she turned sideways and lowered her eyelids, her lips with bright lip gloss opened and closed, her voice was immature and soft, with an inexplicable sadness that could not be understood.

"Kill me, you will own the whole world, my supreme king."

There were two figures standing under the tree not far away, the figure of a girl, the pure white dress swaying in the wind, the expression was gentle, the corners of the lips were curved, the corners of the eyes were curved, the man beside him had black hair and black eyes, and he had a hearty smile.

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