Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

The two stopped not far from the finish line, waiting for the end of 72 hours.

The three of Yiermi should be not far away.

Seeing Volta's paler face, a trace of suspicion crossed Kuroro's heart.Starting from the morning, the maintenance time of Volta's ability became shorter and shorter.

"Holy stone," he said to her.

After hearing this, Volta wanted to take off the holy stone, but he stopped him.

"Try to absorb the mind power in the holy stone." He said.

Volta acted according to his words, and he really felt much more comfortable.

Volta changed the right hand holding the man's arm to the left. In order not to affect his reading, she can only hold him.

She's actually curious where he's been hiding the book.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed.Finally, Volta couldn't bear it anymore, "Well, Captain Kuroro?"

For Kuroro, this title is really awkward. Some people call him Spider Chief, some call him Kuroro, and some call him Captain, but Captain Kuroro... Well, it's so strange.He decided to ignore her.

Seeing that the man ignored her, she changed her left hand for a right hand, feeling uncomfortable, and then changed her right hand for a left hand, finally annoyed the man next to her.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"That, that, is the book good?" When he said that, Volta almost bit his own tongue.She had wanted to ask another thing.

The man turned the book so that the pages were facing her.

Volta looked at him, then at the book, and read softly: "I've never robbed a house. I've never robbed a tavern. I won't climb a crowded bus or a subway On the seat, with a perverted but somehow weak expression, took out my big, big yj, masturbation until the high c..." She read every word, and suddenly realized what she was reading , his face was flushed red.She felt that she had never been so embarrassed. Her palms were sweaty, and the sleeves of the man she had grabbed were soaked, but she couldn't let go.

The other party didn't seem to intend to let her go, he pointed to the text a few lines away.

When she did not speak, he read: "My hands are crossed behind my back, and my right to remain silent has long since said goodbye to me when I sit in this overstuffed chair, which is Like this country, it's not as comfortable as it looks." He looked at her: "You're interested in apartheid?"

"Huh?" She didn't know what he was talking about.

"The Betrayer by Paul Beatty," he said.

"Ah, the story of the guy who got fed up with the lies, deceit and brokenness everywhere in his hometown and decided to do something to change that?"

The other side nodded.

Well, but she didn't read this paragraph at the time, could it be that what she saw was the abridged version.

She remembered his question, and she shook her head violently, afraid that he would tell her these obscure truths, "No, no, I'm not interested in the apartheid system."

"what do you wish to ask?"

"prophecy……"

"If it's a prophecy, I have nothing to say." He interrupted her, "It's... an agreement between me and someone."

"But……"

"Okay, that's all for this topic. Any other questions?"

"Yes, yes." Volta thought that they might spend the next 20 hours like this, and suddenly collapsed, "Well, you, do you have any other books?" She wanted to say casually We chatted, but looked at the book in his hand, or forget it.Different ways, no collusion, she said to herself.

He took out a smoky gray kit from nowhere.Volta reached out to take it, and took out the books inside one by one.

"I Don't Care About What Happens Tomorrow" "A Good Mother Is Better Than A Good Teacher" "Sadness and Sanity"... Poof!Holding a book of "Baby Daddy Catch His Wife", Volta finally couldn't bear it anymore.Who can tell her what's going on in this world.

The man next to her took the book in her hand with a dark expression as usual: "Well, Maggie changed direction again."

"..." Goddess... Goddess, what's wrong with you...

"You don't like it?" the man asked.

Nor did Volta nod, nor did she shake her head.

The man seemed a little embarrassed, his expression seemed to say: It's your fault if you don't like it!

Volta simply didn't speak, just picked up a random book and read it.

She didn't notice that the corner of the man's mouth curled up in a subtle arc.