[Comprehensive] A good snake has a safe life

Shelley especially admires the young people of today.

I always feel that they don't know how to write dead characters.

But she is lazy, so many times, even if the matter has come to her, she still doesn't want to move.

For example, this little girl who seems to be a bad visitor.

Shelley finally nodded.

"Ah hello."

On the contrary, it made the other party choke a little.

That dinner passed quickly under Palliston's feigned attention to Miss Erling, and because the big golden-haired boy kept asking politely and non-stop, Little Erling had to take time to deal with this seemingly talented guy— —In fact, she seemed to be happy too, after all, Pariston looked like a dog and a talent.

It is not inferior to the so-called high-end crowd.

Shelley once asked Pariston why he was not as good as others. When other hunters dressed up and danced wildly, he dressed up every day and looked like a sunny boy.

Pariston replied: "It seems normal, how easy it is to let people off guard."

Shelley rolled his eyes and left.

Probably also because of this, Miss Erling got a lot of talk about her meal—some of which she accidentally said, and some of which she could reveal.

For example, she grew up in a wealthy family and was well-loved.

At that time, Shelley was gnawing on a pig's trotter—the pig was caught by the director the day before yesterday. It was two hundred catties, pure natural, with long fangs.

After hearing that sentence, Shelley raised his head and praised the director's heroic posture in hunting wild boars: "Old man, when will we go up the mountain to catch another wild boar?"

Pariston couldn't help but glance at the good-for-nothing snake girl, who blinked pitifully.

"The pig's trotters are not enough, there are still people who haven't eaten."

Kurapika coughed, and Miss Earring waved her hand softly.

"Ah, I don't eat these things..."

"She didn't talk about you." Pariston said "cut": "We still have someone here, who is not here now."

Miss Earring turned pale.

At the back, the little silver-haired guest silently murmured, Shelley concentrated on eating, and planned to practice Kurapika after dinner.The little golden retriever was going to warm up after getting the order, but was stopped by Shelley.

"Don't worry, rest for half an hour first, otherwise you will easily get a stomachache."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Kurapika agreed while saying, "Then I'll go for a walk first."

The little golden retriever went out first, and Shelley stayed in the cafeteria to wash the dishes according to the shift schedule. When Kuroro was around, Shelley's bowls were all washed by him, and Shelley only needed to eat apples on the sidelines. .

Well, where is he now.

While washing the dishes, Miss Erring was invited out again by Pariston, who took her to visit the Kukulu Mountain in the night.Shelley felt that Pallstone was going to play tricks again, but she didn't stop her. Instead, she washed the apples after washing the dishes, leaning against the wall and gnawed a couple of bites.

Chewing and chewing, she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice and was picked up.

"Shelley? How rare."

The young man's voice was a little unsteady, and his breathing seemed to be a little short: "I don't seem to have called me before."

"Hmm... just calling and checking, I didn't expect you to answer."

Shelley took another bite of the apple: "I just finished washing the dishes."

Kurolo was a little surprised.

"I thought Pallistone would take the job on his own initiative."

"He has other things to do today."

Shelley glanced outside: "Have you found the person you were looking for?"

"I just found it not long ago." Kuroro smiled: "Shelley's call is actually quite timely."

"Just find it."

When the snake girl talked about it now, she felt that she had nothing to say: "Well... that's it, I'll hang up."

"it is good."

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Kuroro said.

Shelley looked at the ground and nodded slightly: "Yes."

She was a little embarrassed.

When the cold wind was blowing on her face, Shelley touched her face, and she still felt a little hot - she didn't know why, but felt that she was a little special when she was on the phone just now...

Ahhh why should I call.

Shelley absently glanced at Kurapika's penance, dragged his chin and nodded him twice: "Don't rush forward too bluntly, it will be inflexible. You can tell that it's not the life of the enhancement system, so don't I’m going to follow the tough route.”

"But Master is."

Kurapika turned around and said, "Also, Master is not of the enhancement system."

"But I am your master, and I have learned to talk back."

I'm not, I don't have one.

Kurapika pursed his mouth, held back, and finally let out a oh.

"Master, when do you think I can take revenge?"

"I remember I told you about this before." Shelley said: "It is very likely that tomorrow, and it is very likely that I will not be able to do it in my life."

The boy took back the wooden knife neatly, ran back to Shelley and drank two sips of hot tea, and sat down without Shelley's call.

"In fact, I think it's not bad to live such a life after revenge." The little golden-haired boy showed a silly smile: "With my master and master, my life is leisurely but fulfilling, and the scenery here is also good."

He skipped over two people he still doesn't like very much: "calm and reassuring."

"Clam?"

Pariston ran over at this time: "Calm? You have only been here for a few years, what qualifications do you have to say that you are calm?"

Kurapika also poured him a cup of hot tea: "What I'm talking about is just the life I experience."

"Then tell me what's disturbing."

Shelley yawned, already starting to feel sleepy: "I think Kurapika is right."

"Why don't you ask me something else first?" Pariston said, "I have sent back that little silver-haired princess."

He approached rather invitingly: "Shouldn't you thank me?"

"Well, thank you." Shelley was perfunctory: "What's not calm, please tell me."

"Cut." Pariston drank half a glass of water: "The reason I came here is because the previous batch died."

Kurapika: "?!"

"I said, do you remember what the director said in July last year?"

Hearing the big golden retriever's question, Shelley thought for a while: "The director said that everyone should be on guard."

"Every summer is the peak time for auctions and other gray work." Pariston's expression faded: "The business of beating the enemy's Hakka will be extraordinarily high."

This Shelley knew, because Kuroro was one of the customers who placed the order at that time.It seems that Qi Ya is still holding her to let her prevent Kuroro from placing an order, because he hasn't seen his big brother for a long time?

She laughed: "Go ahead."

"It's also because the Dadi Hakka is likely to become an empty city, so the Dadi guests will be attacked at a high frequency during that time." Pariston explained the knowledge points little by little, and then asked the little golden retriever: "I mean, you can hear me. understand?"

Kurapika felt that his IQ was underestimated, and angrily made it up by himself.

"Isn't it just to say that the people who came to attack and beat the enemy may not be principled people, and they may harm the innocent, so those people in the previous camp died in those battles to protect ordinary people?"

"There is a reason," Pariston said, "but the most important task is not this."

"?"

The little golden retriever had a question mark on his face, and after Pariston saw it, he asked another question rather maliciously.

"Do you know why the Beaten Hakkas go to Meteor Street every year to pick up children?"

Kurapika's eyelids twitched, subconsciously looking at Shelley.

It turned out that Shelley also seemed to know nothing.

Pariston was a little smug.

"Because many trainee butlers die in the process of being hunted down every year."

Hey, is Kanalia's living environment so bad?

Shelley felt a little guilty, but Pariston continued to work hard.

"They usually die in a place very close to the outside like the backyard, but they are all buried on the spot in the end. Do you know why?"

Kurapika was still at a loss, and then heard Pariston give the answer.

"Because at that time, in order to control the fighting to beating the enemy, a wall was erected. No one is allowed to come out until there is no victory or defeat."

Pallistone said quietly, "But the beater always wins, at the end."

The stalker Shelley felt a little chilled, she went back and put on a padded jacket, and still couldn't help imagining the scene that Pariston said.

So she naturally suffered from insomnia.

Wrapped in a big padded jacket, she ran outside to look into the distance, and unexpectedly saw another somewhat blurred figure.

The silver-haired and red-eyed little Princess Narcislia braved the snow and walked over step by step.

She raised her head and saw Shelley wrapped into a ball, with unbelievable and very different expressions in her eyes.

I don't know if it was Shelley's illusion, but she even saw a little bit of grief.

"What kind of clothes are you wearing?!"

The little princess stomped her feet angrily: "You are wasting your own beauty, don't you know that?!"

"But I'm cold."

Shelley wrapped her big padded jacket tightly: "You're just wearing a windbreaker, aren't you cold?"

"Women should also maintain elegance and style in the face of death - wind - Ah Choo!"

It seems that she will still be cold.

Shelley narrowed his eyes.

The common room was still warm, Shelley lit a bonfire, and immediately the whole room had a lively temperature.Narcisslia Erling, or Patriarch Erling, was rubbing his hands and exhaling to warm his body.

"Didn't you go away?" Shelley said, "Why are you coming back again... Do you have no money to buy a ticket?"

The little girl was a little angry: "That golden-haired liar, I bought a ticket and got in the car and walked back, only to find that I haven't done my work yet."

Shelley pursed his lips and smiled, and handed her a cup of hot tea.The kid took it, without doubting whether there was anything in it, and immediately took a big gulp.

"I... just want to see you."

Earling lowered his eyes and stared at the fire in the fireplace: "After I found him, I wanted to get my luck back. I didn't think he would agree, so I found the clown."

According to the child Erling, she wanted to find Kuroro's possible weaknesses when the clown and Kuroro were confronting each other to exchange with Kuroro, and let him return his abilities to her, but the clown's behavior was completely beyond her expectations outside.

"I didn't expect him to attack women. This person is too scumbag."

The little girl flinched: "And..."

She looked at Shelley.

"I want to see the original."

"...?"

Shelley almost choked: "What original version?"

"At the beginning... Anyway, it was this little boy who said that although I was elegant and cute, I also liked him, but it was impossible for him to stay by my side all the time, because he was not the one who fooled himself with counterfeit products!"

Narcisslia said, "I hate him!"

She buried her face in her lap, hugging her knees, and Shelley felt her skin flush.

The little girl's shoulders moved, and it took a while before she raised her head.

"But I admit, you do look a little better than me."

she said reluctantly.

"Just a little bit."

The author has something to say: After hanging up the phone in the small theater

"it is good."

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Kuroro said.

Shelley looked at the ground and nodded slightly: "Yes."

He hung up the phone, took off the scarf by the way, and put it in his pocket together with the phone.

"Sorry, I have to answer this call." He rubbed the blood on his cheek, his eyes were cold and deep: "We can continue, clown...or should I call you Hisoka?"

One side of the red-haired man's face was swollen, and he was still smiling, but his eyes kept flickering.

"Ah, it's all right." He asked, "My brain is already boiling with excitement. It's been a long time since I met an opponent like you."

This person is extremely difficult to entangle, no matter where he goes, he can appear like a shadow, like a ghost.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm thinking about how to get rid of the bloody smell on the clothes other than blowing the air." The young black-haired man opened the book in front of him, with a slight golden light on his whole body: "Speaking of which, I have an interesting way to play, Want to try it out?"

A huge monster appeared on the ground, and a pointer with a sickle on it pointed between the two people.The black-haired man let out a sigh of relief: "I'm in a hurry, but I have to settle with you, so I'll bet on my luck."

He put his hand on the pointer: "The probability of this pointing to either side is random. Once it is pointed by the pointer, the god of death above will take away the life of the person pointed at. If you wander around Long enough, you should have seen him once."

Sanatesi's pointer.

This is the favorite sideshow of many people at the reception after the Youkexin Underground Auction.

The rich and powerful put their slaves or servants at both ends of the pointer, betting on the lives of the living.The odds of this method are low, but it is still exciting, so the host of the reception once made a lot of money.

Hisoka only knew that the thing had disappeared, but he didn't expect it to be in the hands of this person.

"I thought it was interesting at the time, so I borrowed it to play for a few days." Kuroro smiled: "Would you like to gamble?"

The red-haired man was startled, and suddenly found it very interesting.He took two steps and rested his fingertips on the other end of the pointer.

The pointer stood up and began to rotate crazily.The little Reaper standing at the very top raised his sickle, and slashed down while circling wildly!

Something rolled down, and blood spattered the floor.

Kuroro stood in front of the fire, holding a bloody bag in his hand.While looking at his phone, he glanced at the burning body.

With a ding, a picture popped up on the phone page.

A portrait of a man with stars and tears appeared on it, and the reward number below was——

"30 billion? So it's so valuable." He sighed: "It's a good thing to start early. If it's a few years later, it might not be so easy."

The young man waited for the body to turn into a pile of ashes, then took a deep breath, continued to search, and finally selected the specialty peach.

"That's it," he said.

Shelley should like it.

Egg ↑

I finally quit QUQ

Become a vagrant!

Please support me crazily and support me, crabs!

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