Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

Volta's departure was abrupt, without giving anyone time to prepare.

It's not that Kuroro didn't think that she would do this, but he thought, there must be other solutions. In this world, there will never be a single answer.However, she just disappeared, and in such a tragic way, she turned into a blood mist and disappeared in front of everyone.

He didn't have time to think more, and that person was resurrected in his consciousness.

With just a wave of his hand, he eliminated the beasts created by him, leaving only Sakya.Sakya is just one of them, a beast that has been in contact with humans for too long and is used to thinking in the way of human thinking.He wants to keep him and let him watch how human beings can save themselves.

The rain never stopped.

He lay in the pile of rocks, neither eating nor drinking, nor sleeping, letting the rain wash over his body over and over again.

He turned his gaze to the forest in the distance.Oh no, it was still a dense forest before, but now there are only scorched black and scattered sparks.He seems to be looking there, and doesn't seem to, it's hard to find focus from his gaze.What a pair of beautiful eyes that used to be, silent black, deep black, even the fiery red eyes can't match the blackness, but now there is nothing but emptiness.

Are you looking at the Torsny Island volcano in the distance?Mysterious and lonely Tolsny volcano, solitude... mighty Fate sows fear around him - why would you love what you're afraid of?Why do you come near that which kills you?The god of wisdom cannot answer, but the god of love may be able to give him an answer.Some things are not sensible enough to avoid harm. There is no perfect in the world, and there is no absolute right or wrong.Sometimes, although we make the right choices, we end up going the wrong way.

Secrets, along with this rainy day, are buried together.

[Follow-up]

Kuroro returned to the stone house and picked up the native yellow booklet again.At this time, a two-finger-wide bookmark fell down, and a girl's profile was drawn on it. The girl's face was beautiful, and there was no part that was not what he wanted.

He closed the book and put it on the bookshelf. He walked to the hole and stared at the long-haired man who had been waiting by the river for a while.

"I grant you one wish," he said.

"Any wish is okay?" the long-haired man asked.

"Tell me."

Changfa looked at the calm river and pondered for a while, then said: "Let her go back to that world." Let her go back to that world, forget everything here, the love here, the hate here, the sadness here, the reluctance here .

"remuneration."

"What's the reward?"

He said: "Her memory, your memory about her." He abnormally explained what he said.

The long-haired man nodded and said yes.

After returning to Kukulu Mountain, the white-haired boy always felt that his eldest brother was a little strange. He would look in a daze from time to time, staring at something in a daze.

Once, he accidentally played with a red bead in his hand, and Yalujia couldn't help but ask the white-haired boy, brother, did Brother Yiermi miss that young lady again?

Hearing his name being mentioned, Yi Ermi looked at his fourth brother in confusion.

What sister?he asks.

Everyone looked at his expression and found that he really didn't know who Alluka was talking about.

As a mother, Kiqiu suddenly felt a pain in her heart for some reason.Immediately afterwards, she saw that a tear fell unconsciously from the corner of the eldest son's eye.

The youngest one who beat the enemy Hakka still stayed in the Phantom Troupe and continued his journey.

His leader, Chrollo Lucyru, who had recovered his memory and abilities, did not use those abilities to be a savior.He didn't take action directly, but secretly fueled the flames, allowing the people on Meteor Street who were "colonized by the race" to save themselves.He knew that he had to teach these people not to expect the salvation of the so-called gods, but to let them know that the only ones who could save them were themselves.Because there is no deity called Destiny (fate), the fruits of human beings are received by human beings, and the sins of human beings are tasted by human beings.

Of course, sometimes, he would cross time and space and go to some distant place to have a look.

"Hey, Xiao Shui, did you listen to me?"

"Ah, what?"

"Hey, the person on the other side sighed, why have you been so distracted recently, I said, Hunter x Hunter will be serialized again on June 6th!"

"What hunter?"

"Full-time hunter, H into H! You still took me to chase! Alas, I just hope that there will be more chapters this time. Alas, my little heart. I am so calm when you say that the old thief is closed, As soon as he serialized it, I felt a little unacceptable, oh my god, I can't be the legendary Shaking M!"

The girl named Xiaoshui hummed, as if she didn't care what the other party was saying.

"Hey, I'm sorry for my little chivalrous angel. It's a pity that the old thief is not the kind of AB who can draw dead people back to life because of voting. Alas..." The girl next to him was still rambling.

The person named Xiaoshui looked at the corner just now again, um, there was still no one there.

However, that person looks really good-looking.

But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember what that person looked like anyway, she only remembered a pair of eyes that were so dark that people could be sucked in.

The author has something to say: end, sprinkle flowers~~~~~

Although the favorites and comments are bleak, not even a little transparent, but every time I see your comments, favorites, and clicks, I will be very happy, and I will think, um, someone is with me, watch with me Watching them, waiting for their end.

Yes, it's over, a pre-planned ending.

Thanks to the friends who have accompanied Xiaoqi in Moji to the present. It is lonely to write alone. It is you who made Xiaoqi persist until now.

Thank you again for every trace you left here, bow and thank you~