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What exactly did Qingliu say to Jin, Yier fans don't know.

It's just that when Jin came out of the room that day, his face was gray, but his eyes were bright.It was as if seeing a scenery that had never been seen before, and eager to try it with an adventure.

"——What a simple person."

When Yiermi walked in, she happened to hear Qingliu say this.He wasn't sure if the other party said it to him on purpose, but wherever he looked, the girl was leaning against the window and looking out, her expression dull and boring.

"Sometimes I think, this world is really beautiful." She said in a loud voice, her eyes and lips were bent little by little, making a beautiful smile, "But what's the use of being beautiful, after all, it's not mine."

Qingliu paused, and repeated it again.

"Nothing is mine."

Yi Ermi half understood what he heard, he looked at Qingliu silently, and finally lowered his eyes docilely.

So Qingliu sighed.

"You go."

After meeting this time, Yiermi hasn't seen Qingliu again for a long time, just like last time, she disappeared without a trace.

It's just that Jin's whereabouts became more and more unpredictable, but he didn't look for her news anymore, and Yi Ermi gradually didn't care about it. Until ten years later, when he returned home with his brother who had run away from home, the strange and unidentified The familiar face smiled at him.

This is something.

Yier fans left very quickly, probably longing to leave.

Qingliu took out a cigarette from nowhere, lit it, took a puff slowly, and exhaled misty white smoke.She smoked a cigarette slowly, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. The wind outside quickly blew away the smell of smoke inside.

"So, it's all Jiu Lanshu's fault."

She seemed to be talking to herself or to someone else, but the expression on her face was as dull as ever.

"How can there be such an annoying guy?"

Qingliu stretched out her hand and swiped down like a command, and the things in the room moved as if they were dancing. The used dishes automatically jumped into the dishwasher, and the garbage packed itself into the trash can. Items are lined up and returned to their original positions.

"Meteor Street...it's time to go back and have a look."

Even so, Qingliu didn't leave, but continued to live in this apartment.Miss Anne next door moved away when the summer was approaching. Before leaving, she touched Qingliu's head worriedly, but she still left without hesitation. Qingliu bit a popsicle and sighed melancholy.

Summer goes and autumn comes, and autumn goes and winter comes.

When the first snow fell this year, Qingliu returned to Meteor Street.

After ten years, Meteor Street seems to have returned to its original appearance.Chaotic, full of violence and blood, the thirteen districts are vigilant and check and balance each other, but everyone knows that there are people above them.The one who seemed to exist only in legends, unified the Meteor Street by force, and finally handed over the power to his subordinates before leaving gracefully—the King of Meteor Street.

Qingliu: ...

- what the hell!

Where did this shameful appellation come from? It was pulled out and killed, killed! ! !

Jack sneered and said, "I didn't let them kneel all the way to welcome you in and make you ashamed to death. Is it already merciful, or do you prefer to go wherever someone respectfully salutes and calls you Your Majesty?"

Qingliu was silent for a while, showing a desolate expression.

"I was wrong." She said respectfully, "Master Jack, please be merciful."

Jack, who was shocked by this man's shamelessness, was speechless for a moment.Silently leading people into the absolutely unparalleled luxury house on Meteor Street, he glanced at Qingliu's calm side face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Are you... alright?"

After a moment of silence, Qingliu turned her head slightly and smiled at him.

"you guess."

Honestly, Jack couldn't figure it out.

The person who appeared in front of him now, when she looked at him, her black and white eyes were gentle but sharp.Gentleness is true, fierceness is also true, and he will talk nonsense nonsense with him, but also firmly draw a distance.

Like one, like another.

For ten years, the first mate, who had been crazily thinking about where the captain was going, finally waited for the captain to come back. While dancing wildly in his heart, he also secretly told himself to calm down, stabilize the person first, and wait until the next day to deal with things like this. At the beginning, the other party threw it like that.

So Jack put on a look of being upright, and while trying to dislike Qingliu, he was obedient, waiting for the other party to relax, and he took the opportunity to take a big pot over him.

"Is there any wine?"

...But this definitely does not include the other party sneaking into his room in the middle of the night to disturb his sleep.

"What wine to drink at night!"

While counting down the guy who disturbed people's sleep in the middle of the night, Jack got up from the bed, went to the wine room to pick up two bottles of wine, and took two glasses, and then followed Qingliu to the roof.

"You're really... so upright."

Seeing Jack pouring wine into the glass cursingly, and then handing it to herself with a bad face, Qing Liu couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

Jack rolled his eyes at her and poured himself another half glass.

Sipping the wine in the glass, Qingliu stared at Meteor Street in the night,

If we really talk about it, the appearance of District [-] is actually not much different from the outside.It's just that the farther you look, the darker it becomes. If you listen carefully, you can still hear screams hidden in the night, and then the sweet smell of blood gushing out.

Lifting his neck, he poured the remaining half glass of wine into his mouth, and Qingliu put the empty glass in front of Jack.

Jack can only continue to fill her up.

Gulu Gulu drank water like a gulp, burped with the smell of alcohol, Qingliu straightened her legs, stretched herself, and an unnatural red appeared on her face.

"Are you wondering why I haven't aged at all?"

she asked.

In order to prevent Qingliu from getting drunk and going crazy, he only carefully poured her half a glass of wine this time. Jack thought about it for a while, and shook his head honestly: "It's not surprising at all." I don't think you're going to grow old."

This is the truth.

It's as if he was born so strong, that he won't grow old and change.

"...Well, then you guessed right."

Blinking her eyes, Qingliu giggled and took a sip of her wine slowly.

She was probably drunk, and a little stupefied fell in her eyes, as if they were covered with a layer of mist, and they were about to turn into tears at any moment.

"How can I be old?"

She pointed to herself and looked at Jack solemnly.

"I am clearly immortal."

Saying so, she put the empty wine glass in front of Jack again, motioning for him to pour the wine.

"You drank too much..." The corners of Jack's eyes twitched a little. He didn't think too much when he went to pick up the wine, and he just took the best one.

But before that, he didn't expect that Qingliu came out for a walk in the middle of the night when he had nothing to do, and it was clearly out of depression.The alcohol with such a high alcohol content is poured down like drinking water, this guy must not go crazy.

Qingliu shook the cup.

So the clear wine swayed from the bottle to the glass again, filling the glass to the brim.

"This world..."

Another mouthful, Qingliu grinned and sighed.

"How are you?"

Jack asked again, bowing his head and taking a sip of his wine as if swallowing a flame.

"Okay?... It's still early, it's only temporary now." Cheeks leaned on her knees, Qingliu raised her eyes to look at Jack, her breath smelled of alcohol, her smiling eyes curled up, "If it's that easy Enough."

Jack exhaled softly.

"Are you thinking, it would be fine if I wasn't here?" Qing Liu asked again.

The cup in his hand cracked two slits, Jack was startled, and then realized that the other party was not asking himself.

The girl looked as calm as ever, but her eyes were just fixed in a certain place in the void, and she didn't know who she saw, but she showed a look of crying, which seemed really wronged.

"But……"

Her voice gradually lowered, she loosened her grip, and the cup rolled down from the eaves and hit the ground.

Jack was holding the cup, a little dazed.

When Kuroro got the news that Qingliu had returned to Meteor Street, spring would be over.

For various reasons, he went back alone.Standing on the street in District [-], wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a camel windbreaker on his elbows, the head of the Phantom Troupe, who looked a bit out of place on Meteor Street, had a smile on his face as he always did, watching Jack respectfully follow behind the girl , followed by a dozen people.

He stared intently for a while before he lifted his foot and walked up.

"Master Qingliu." The young man lowered his head slightly and greeted meekly.

After watching him for a while, Qingliu put the book in Jack's hand, "You're back, Kuroro."

Her voice sounded quite gentle, but there was a playful indifference in it.Just like her people, arrogant and self-centered, never put others in the eyes.

"Yes."

"This is my adopted child, you all know each other, right?" Qingliu rubbed her hands, and asked the people behind her without looking back.

Of course know.

Whether it is the Phantom Troupe, or as far as he is concerned, he is well-known in Meteor Street.

But seeing Qingliu casually introducing Kuroro as if she were treating a child, those people couldn't tell whether she was on purpose or not for a moment, so they could only agree with her with a dry smile and say some ambiguous things.

Qingliu didn't care, she squinted at Kuroro, with a wicked smile in her eyes.

"Let's go together, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

She sends an invitation.

Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, facing Qingliu in this state, whether Kuroro is willing or not, there is always only one answer that can be given.

That means bowing your head meekly.

A few steps behind Qingliu, Kuroro's eyes fell on Jack's face.

What about her?

Meeting Kuroro's gaze calmly, Jack hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

do not know.

The footsteps paused, and then quickly returned to the original state. Kuroro raised his eyes and stared at the back of the girl in front of him, feeling that a certain place sank suddenly.

— This is not very good.

He thought calmly, if the thing he wanted had disappeared before he had time to do it, it would be too bad.

Exhaling a breath, Kuroro smiled again.

So Qingliu also smiled.

idiot.

In a sense, the psychology of the two overlapped for a moment.

For Kuroro's contempt and indifference, Qingliu is almost in front of everyone.However, Kuroro didn't care. No one dared to despise him because of this anyway. After finding out that Qingliu didn't try to be angry, but was still in front of the shopkeeper, he began to secretly plan his own affairs.

Qingliu pretended not to see it.

She originally planned to prepare for her funeral, but she only stayed in this world for a year, so she really didn't have anything to say about her funeral.

"From now on, Meteor Street will be handed over to you."

I always felt that it would be incomplete without an account of the funeral, Qingliu said to Jack after thinking about it for two days.

"—Where do you want to go!"

Jack's first reaction was to question sharply, as if he wanted to strangle Qingliu to death.

Blinking her eyes a little guilty, Qingliu smiled, not knowing what to say.But she didn't mean to explain, anyway, it was just a notice, not a discussion.

"Hope you're lucky."

After Jack went out, Qingliu clasped his hands together and bowed to the air.

"Senior White bless you ①."

Time passed under the uneasiness of some people. It was extremely artistic. On a snowy night, Kuroro suddenly came and knocked on Qingliu's door.

"doing what?"

The girl opened the door to let him in, and asked nonchalantly.

"Ah, something." Kuroro lowered his head, his voice was very soft, "Does Master Qingliu know my ability to read?"

"Trait system, cheat book for thieves." Qingliu sat down on the sofa, poured himself a cup of hot water and held it in his hand, and raised his eyes lazily, "Is there something wrong with your mind power?"

"Do not."

In a brief denial, Kuroro squeezed his fists, feeling the tension that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He raised his head to look at the clear stream, the girl was sipping hot water, her fair cheeks were pink from the heat, wearing only pajamas, she looked fragile and harmless.

They are all illusions, only the indifference in the eyes is real.

"only……"

Opening his mouth slowly, Kuroro spread out his hands, as if he was holding a book.

The books that non-psychologists can't see automatically stop on a certain page without wind, and the young man smiles, and his voice is very soft: "Can I ask you to die?"

Qingliu raised his head, and just as the astonishment in his eyes showed signs, he felt a pain in his chest.

Kuroro, who was originally standing a dozen steps away, appeared in front of her at some point, with the black dagger in her hand sinking into her chest.This was supposed to be a scene of blood gushing like a spring, but apart from the extreme pain, Qing Liu didn't even spill any blood.

She stared deeply at Kuroro, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips.

"Idiot." Qingliu said coolly, "Do you think that if I die, the other I will come out?"

Chrollo frowned slightly.

"Sure enough, you are still too young. How can you be so naive in the future."

"You think that I and the other me are robbing the body, and you think that the other me can reappear after I die, have you ever thought about another possibility?" Qing Liu raised his hand and brushed the dagger lightly. Holding Kuroro's wrist, he sent the dagger in again, and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air in pain, his face turned pale.

Blood slowly oozes from the chest.

But she was still laughing, with a smug smile, "There was never any second personality, from the beginning, we were the same person."

Kuroro didn't speak, his eyes were cold.

"Forget it, what am I going to tell you now?" Qingliu sneered, she could see in Kuroro's eyes that her waist had begun to dissipate, "then the last word."

"--Thank you for your help."

She closed her eyes, feeling the pain of being pulled by the force of time and space without any protective measures, and quickly packed up the memories and emotions of the past year and threw them into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Consciousness suddenly lightened.