[Hunter] Song Andante

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Sometimes I think that people are really a kind of vile creatures.

The kindness you have given to a person for thousands of days may not always be remembered in his heart, but the most profound thing will always be a bad word you said to him on the thousand and first day.

You may be concerned about how a person treats you for thousands of days, but the most profound thing will always be his gentle words to you on the thousand and first day.

Black dots on white paper, white dots on black paper.

The same abrupt, can coexist, can not be compatible.

The typical representative of the former is like my mother and I. She raised me for more than a thousand days, and finally we set each other free with a sentence of "not suitable".

An atypical example is the proprietress and me. She was so caring and considerate to me. In the end, she even left the suite to me, but I didn't even send her a word after she moved.

Neighbors murdered people, and when they met, they had to ask how their current boyfriend was doing.

I just wanted to do nothing.

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Fairy Zixia said so, my ideal person is an unrivaled hero, and one day he will come to pick me up wearing a golden armored holy garment and stepping on seven-colored clouds.

I squatted on the ground and suffered, and what I waited for was an unrivaled hero, but he couldn't be my ideal person.

So I let Kuroro carry me home that day.

He said to me, "Go home."

I think this scene is really messed up.

A prince should match a princess, just like a king should match a queen, and a devil should match a dragon.A phoenix in distress will not turn into a chicken. There is no reason why a prince should be a coachman.

I am the bridge used to cross the river, the corner to gather the number of people, and the groom who pulls the carriage for the princess.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand up and could only hug my stomach.Kuroro just picked me up and I squatted down again in pain, and I was about to start struggling like this. After pulling and squatting like this, I don't know when it will end, and I was hugged at the beginning of the struggle.

I buried my face in my hands, too scared to look.

Killed the injured regiment leader, and was rescued by the hero of the regiment leader... It’s good to save people, live with the regiment leader, go out with the regiment leader, cook for the regiment leader, and have an immoral act with the regiment leader before he died one night.

Deducting the abuse and murder by the leader, I probably really enjoyed the long-awaited dream of every leader.

The only difference is that when other people enjoy their sweet dreams, it’s so ridiculous that it’s called dirty, but I can only be scared every step of the way.

——That kid over there, your chocolate fell.

Along the way, I was so humiliated that I wished I could stuff such a worthless self back into my mother's womb and start over again.But he was unable to resist, so he could only let him do his thing, and was sent back home carefully all the way like this, and was gently and gently put on the bed.Compared with the situation that was reversed more than a month ago, I can't help but feel a little guilty.

Feel guilty for about three seconds.

Kurolo sat by the bed and said, I smell blood.

I thought it was strange that there was no smell of blood.

Then he said that when he tested me at night, he paid attention to whether my wounds had healed. Could it be that my recovery ability has been reduced due to frequent use?

I raised my head from my hands angrily, tears in my eyes when I looked at him, and the emotion from the previous moment was completely shattered.

Kara Kara Kara.

It's not just my tender belly that hurts now, but also my heart made of flesh.

Realizing that having any normal expectations of this person is asking for trouble, I decided to get back to the topic.

I believe that Ku Luoluo must be a master at solving women's problems, but he can only be a kindergarten student if he is so great at solving women's problems.

Of course, the so-called grades of top class students are not the ones that hold hands and get pregnant.

A woman may tell Kuroro that she has a headache and wants to lean on her chest, but she would never say to Kuroro, "I have a physical pain and want to find a portable heater." 』This kind of words.

There are too many things you can't do with physical pain, and only idiots will make this excuse.

Not to mention his female members, there should be no such thing as physiological leave in brigade activities.

If you think about it, it's actually pretty much the same thing.Back then, when I was in so much physical pain, the boss threw another stack of official documents over, said "finish it before work", and then went to talk to his little kiss or Xiao Tiantian as soon as he turned his head.

As for when to leave work?You can leave work when you are done.

There is a famous saying, clock-in system at work and responsibility system after get off work.

I think the brigade group is the same, they get off work after grabbing.

Pull away from the topic and come back.From here we can know that women and women's problems are essentially two completely unrelated things.

On this point, the graduate student Ku Luoluo.Before Lu Xilu took the dagger and said "Why don't you cut it open and see, I'm also curious about the bleeding" and "Is it really reduced, let's try it now", I decided to tell him that this is the menstrual period, and the menstrual period What is the period.

In order not to be cut, I have to hurt more.

Of course, it is really difficult for me to talk about the topic of "uterus, ovary, sperm and implantation" in front of that face.The vast majority of female compatriots can’t do it, of course I can’t do it, so I can only say euphemistically: “Your members also have women? They are more irritable days in a month.”

He thought about this explanation, and the answer was okay.

I think so too.

Madge will beat Hisoka when he is unhappy, Xiaodi can beat Franklin if he is unhappy, Pike is unhappy... I don't know, someone will always be victimized anyway.

But in short, no matter who the victim is, it is not the leader's turn.

A lot of fanfiction is written like this, Kuroro and his happy harem.

There is always a symbol that cannot be violated, just like the brigade is to Kuroro, and Kuroro is to the brigade.

The former is spiritual symbol and individual expression, while the latter is the relationship between head and feet.

I don't allow you to violate us, so we have to violate you first.

This is the so-called preemptive strike.

Kuroro then covered my eyes with his hands and forced me back onto the bed with a very unergonomic movement.

"Don't think about it." The voice is gentle, I think he must have secretly buried roundworms in my stomach, why not take this opportunity to expel them quickly?

The darkness is terrible, and Kuroro deliberately let out a little finger when covering my eyes.

"Go to sleep."

No matter how painful things are, sleep will be happy.

So even seeing Kuroro's rare smile not so monstrous is still a dream.

Because it is so happy, no matter how happy it is, it is something that happens in a dream.

Maybe it was because the beginning of this dream was so good that I slept for a long time.

In my sleep I dreamed a lot of things.

Those things were pieced together, and occasionally proceeded in chronological order, with interludes, flashbacks, and casual narrations, which made me very confused, and I almost vomited blood not only on the bottom but also on the top.

Those were the portkeys that were not taken away in the rainy night, the brand-new poker of the clown, my brothers and feet that fell on the ground, the pages of books scattered all over the floor, the gleaming kitchen knife of the proprietress, the gorgeous night view on the 48th floor, and the dew-stained Aoba.

After waking up, I looked at Kuroro in a daze.

Dreams are a collection of subconscious minds, and subconscious minds are a person's deepest thoughts.

No matter most hoped, least wanted.

I stared at Kuroro in a daze, and the next moment I saw him bring out a pot of soup inexplicably.