[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Coming out of Monica's small building, we couldn't help but look at the two willow trees outside her yard, feeling strange in our hearts.The ability called "Cui Se Yao knows how much", the ubiquitous eyes, combined with the strange feeling we had before, everything makes sense.

We did not agree to Monica's invitation, nor did we categorically reject it.Everything is still very ambiguous, about the timing of her appearance, about Mrs. Guiliu's real purpose, about the struggle between them... We suddenly have too much information, and there is more urgently needed to know. Stupid choice.

Monica didn't force it either.I don’t know why she suddenly appeared in front of the Self-Defense Forces to cut her beard after we have been in Liuying Street for a long time, at least she seems really patient.

All the way back home without a word, Martha and March have not come back yet.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, drawing the curtains and jumping on the bed.

"What should I do?" Kuroro asked back.

"That Monica and Mrs. Guiliu, they are all eyeing us." I said.

"Don't pay attention to them." Kuroro pulled a pillow into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm afraid they won't let it go." Fei Tan leaned against the window and said.

"On the first day we came here, Monica and Mrs. Guiliu should have known our background." Kurolo said, "Why haven't they shown up?"

He didn't wait for us to answer, but he answered himself: "Because they restrain each other, no one can strike first."

"So Monica took action because the Self-Defense Forces came to us." I suddenly said.

The Self-Defense Force is the sharpest knife in the hands of Mrs. Guiliu, and the self-defense captain Posyryuk is the most loyal subordinate of Mrs. Guiliu. This is the information Monica revealed to us.

"It's not Madam Guiliu's instruction that Posiluk found us, there's no doubt about it," Kuroro said.

"Because of her ability? But she can't always hide behind the scenes." Fei Tan questioned.

"Actually, she can." Kuroro said.He rested his chin on the soft pillow, and said lightly, "Martha is hers."

"Martha?" Feitan and I were shocked at the same time.

"Wait! A pheasant seems to have said that Martha was rescued by Mrs. Guiliu herself!" I yelled as I patted the mattress.

"Could it be that she became an adoptee just to spy on us?" Fei Tan said coldly.

"Surveillance is not enough." Kurolo said calmly, "Martha should not have done anything for Mrs. Guiliu, at least she did not participate in our matter. It's just that during the struggle between Monica and Mrs. Guiliu, She is naturally on Madam Guiliu's side. Their relationship should be very close."

"So Mrs. Ghost Willow doesn't have to do anything at all. As long as we stay with Martha, it's equivalent to standing in her camp. The better our relationship with Martha's mother and daughter, the more likely we are to vote for Mrs. Ghost Willow in the future , at least in their eyes." I said softly.

"We were underestimated." Fei Tan said, "We didn't want to stay here at all. Are we still treated like children?" He said provocatively to himself.

"It's a child!" I stuck out my tongue at him, turned my head and said again: "So Monica came out to stab Mrs. Guiliu's ability to break our possible affection for her? What about the Self-Defense Force? What's going on?"

"That self-defense captain probably doesn't know our identities, otherwise he wouldn't bring only a few people out." Kuroro said, "The real strength of the Self-Defense Force should not be underestimated, just because Mrs. Guiliu can rely on the Self-Defense Force and the entire Meteor Street counterbalance."

It can’t be said to be a counterbalance. According to what Monica told us, although Liuying Street appears to belong to the business alliance, in fact, it has been semi-independent since it was controlled by Mrs. Guiliu. Therefore, the street appointed by her business alliance Long has no status.

Such a place full of women is like a big cake in Meteor Street where the male-to-female ratio is seriously unbalanced. The reason why it has not been eaten alive by various forces so far is entirely dependent on the existence of the Self-Defense Forces.The all-female team established by Mrs. Guiliu through Posiluk, known as the "Amazon Shield", relied on a group of ordinary women who had come out of devil training to protect this fragile Liuying Street for life.

In a way it is indeed respectable, isn't it?We can all imagine what it would be like without the presence of the SDF.

"They should have come to us because of the murder case that happened before, but they didn't expect it to disrupt the balance between the two sides on our matter." Kurolo deduced.

"Because of that orange?" I almost forgot about it.

"Perhaps Mrs. Guiliu also thought we killed her." Kuroro said, "Didn't Monica think so too? It's just that they don't care."

"I didn't kill that woman." Fei Tan said angrily, "I let her go, but she committed suicide. What a cowardly woman."

"I don't care when she gets stuck, but why now? What does that mean! Guys, the prophecy has come true again!" I complained with a sad face.

Mrs. Ghost Willow's willow tree is not mistaken, just last night, no, to be precise, this morning, we did meet the girl named Orange, and counting the time, it should be shortly before she committed suicide.

Early this morning, Orange's residence.

"Are you sure it's her?" Feitan looked at the thin and pale face of the girl in front of him, and asked Kurolo.There was disappointment in his tone.

"It's her, that's right." Kuroro said directly, completely puzzled.

Fei Tan once again looked at the girl's skinny cheeks, eyes full of emptiness and dead silence, and threw it away in disgust.

"This is not the same as what was agreed." I also muttered dissatisfied.

This girl is our goal this time, and the flower language is peony—satisfaction, passion, and wealth.

At Martha's house before, when Kuroro took out the red peony, which was almost the size of my face, the audience was really amazed.Complicated to magnificent petals, scorching arrogance, only the peony is truly national, and the ancients did not deceive me.

The peony in my memory is the apple of my eye in my hometown, but I didn't expect it to exist in this world.Immediately, I felt kindly, and had infinite reverie for the owner of Peony Flower Language.Ma Qi and Fei Tan, under my eloquent advocacy, also have expectations—to be able to get the perfect, passionate, and rich flower language, how can they be a romantic beauty no less than Ying Ji?

The fact is that it is a real person... It is better to be famous than to meet.

Chrollo smiled without saying a word.

"That's it, why are you rich and affectionate?" I muttered to myself, "Could it be the illegitimate daughter of some powerful man?"

"Hurry up and do it." March said, "What's the goal for today?"

"First of all, let's make it clear that we will kill her later, right?" Kuroro confirmed.

We all nodded.

I noticed the girl's vacant eyes shatter for a moment, then fell silent again, dead, as if unaware of our rude decision.

"Then..." Kuroro manifested the thief cheats, and launched "Happy Flower Shop" at the girl again.According to our inference, the death notice has been issued, and the language of flowers is about to change.On his flat palm, a new flower language will appear.

Manifested... Manifested...

The new blooms seemed even larger than the peonies, no, definitely much bigger.We watched helplessly, the hazy flower shape was still expanding upwards, and Kuroro's wrist was bearing the weight, sinking and sinking...

With a muffled "dong", the flower in Kuroro's hand fell to the ground.

The flowers that fell on the ground were in a weird cylindrical shape, and they were still "growing" upwards...

Kuroro looked at Hua, who was already taller than him, his face turned green.

His thoughts are still outputting continuously.

The flower quickly reached the roof, and the low ceiling couldn't bear the squeeze, and it was "creaking" on the verge of collapse.Kuroro closed the book with a snap and lost his ability to read.

Without the support of the mind ability, the flower disappeared in place before it took shape.

But it looks thicker than me, Kurolo, Feitan, and Maqi bundled together, and it will grow to at least two meters high, and it looks like a peeled banana vaguely—what kind of weird thing is this?

"It's Titan Konjac." Kuroro said.His face was a little gloomy. I don't know if it was because of the unreasonable appearance of Titan Konjac or because of the language of flowers—"The language of flowers is towards death."

We looked at each other, and I sighed: "Okay, then implement plan two."

Plan [-], named "I won't let you succeed": When the flower language really turns into death, we just don't kill her.

"Girl, you are lucky." I shrugged.

"Let's go." Fei Tan said.

"Wait," March said, she frowned: "What should I do if she talks all over the place?"

"I'll do it." Kuroro said, he pretended to ask March: "Signing the contract is too troublesome, can you be rough?"

"Whatever." March said indifferently.

"Then... silence..." He opened the thief cheat book, and a round capsule appeared in his hand, he stepped forward and stuffed it directly into the girl's mouth.

"Okay. This ability prevents the person who has taken the pill from telling others anything." Kuroro explained, closed the book, turned and walked out.

"It's simple and effective, but it's a pity that it can't be used often." He commented regretfully.

That's the way it is.

He obviously let the girl go, but he committed suicide in the blink of an eye.I don't know if it has something to do with us?slightly guilty.

"So does that death prophecy have anything to do with us?" I couldn't help asking.

"Don't think about it anymore," Kuroro said.

He threw away the pillow in his arms, stood up directly on the bed, looked at us condescendingly, and announced: "We can't be led by the nose by the language of flowers."

"??"

"We care too much about the language of flowers. Think about what we are doing these days. This incident has disrupted our original rhythm." Kurolo said, "It is now confirmed that the language of flowers is a prophecy, and the prophecy will continue to change to maintain Absolutely accurate, that’s enough. Next, let’s do what we have to do, and stop entangled in the prophecy.”

"The prophecy is only equivalent to giving us a warning that there may be a crisis in the future, and what we can do is to find ways to avoid this possible event. This can be done." I thought and said, "But the problem is, When we need to make a decision, if we would have chosen A, now in order to change the prophecy, we may have to choose B. But we can’t judge whether the future in that prophecy was caused by A, or because we know The prophecy was caused by choosing B."

This is the most troublesome part of prophecy.

"Then don't think about anything." Fei Tan said, he left the window and stood up straight, raised his head and said: "If we still choose wrong after knowing what may happen, then it's bad luck. It's useless to think about it now. Meaning, no one can tell you what's really going to happen in the future."

"The only thing we can do is to test the language of flowers every once in a while—if the language of flowers changes, the future will change," Kurolo said.

"At the end of the day, the future is still in our hands." He jumped off the bed, walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

Outside, Martha is leading Madge through the door.

"You're already back?" Martha breathed a sigh of relief when she saw us, "Today's matter... forget it, as long as it's okay."

I walked up to Madge and asked her, "Is the baby born?"

"Here it is. It's a boy," said Martha.

"Really? Did you see it? What does it look like?" I asked curiously.

"Ugly." Madge's expression was a little disgusted, but his eyes were soft: "But it's so small. It looks soft."

"I want to see it too." I blinked my eyes.

The baby was really cute, his skin was so tender that it would break if he poked it, his arms and legs were like sections of lotus root, round and short, with a charming naive look.

I stood by the side of the cradle, holding those heavy little arms lightly, not daring to use any strength in my hands, for fear of accidentally pinching them, the restraint made my heart go limp.

"March, he's so soft!" Even if it wasn't the first time I touched it, I still couldn't help but sigh.

"It feels like it's full of water." March stood opposite me, touching the baby's belly and said.The little baby lazily twisted his waist and let her touch it.

I took the baby's wrist and shook it slightly to greet him. He rolled his eyes, grinned, and giggled at me.His eyes are green, with extremely large pupils, extremely clear, like two emeralds immersed in a translucent stream, making people feel affectionate.

I couldn't help smiling softly at him too.

"Have you finished reading it? Let me touch it." Fei Tan said impatiently behind me.

I carefully put down the baby's hand, moved a little to the side, and let Feitan stand in front of the cradle—it was said to be a cradle, but it was actually just a big vegetable basket.

Fei Tan frowned and looked at the baby for a while, as if he was hesitating about his softness and weakness.He tentatively reached out and poked the baby's chubby face.The finger pokes a hole out of the soft meat, retracts it, and the small hole immediately pops up again, like jelly, which is very interesting.

Feitan poked it several times.

The little baby looked at him with ignorant eyes, and smiled at first, then flattened his mouth.

"Is that enough? Be careful he's going to cry." Kuroro said beside him.

Before he finished speaking, the little baby cried out with a "wow".The four of us took a few steps, stepped back one meter in unison in an instant, put on a guarded posture, and looked at the little baby sitting in the vegetable basket and crying loudly, as if we were looking at a big devil, with a terrified expression on his face. Not good looking.

Horrible noise.dire alarm.

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" The adult talking outside was startled, and hurried in.

The child's mother walked to the cradle in three steps and two steps, quickly picked up the baby, rocked him gently in her arms, and patted his back where he was hiccupping from crying, coaxing him softly: "Be good, baby! Don't cry, don't cry..."

Martha, who came in after her, looked at us with a stern face, and blamed: "Are you bullying the baby again?"

The four of me, Kurolo, Feitan, and Maqi stood in a row with their heads drooping. They were trained to be like grandchildren, their heads were bit by bit, and they dared not speak back.

"...Next time, I don't dare to let you all look at him alone. We just walked away for a while, and we made him cry!" After Martha finished speaking, she turned around and apologized to the mother of the child: "I'm sorry, Jill , baby, are you okay?"

We lowered our heads, looked at each other, made faces, waited for the little baby over there to be coaxed, and leaned over to look at it eagerly.The child's mother didn't bother us either, but this time she held the baby tightly in her arms and didn't dare to walk away.

The baby is already half a year old. In the past six months, Martha has come to help take care of it every now and then, sending a lot of supplies for raising the baby, and guiding the inexperienced young mother.

Seeing the little old man, who was wrinkled like a red monkey at first, gradually grow into the white-faced steamed bun that everyone loves today, even we can't help but have a little affection for this little thing, which is better than the neighbor's puppy. I love him a little bit more, he is pitiful and loving, and he just wants to tease him from time to time.

"March, Lydia, Kurolo, Feitan, we are leaving." Martha greeted, "Say goodbye to the baby, we will come back tomorrow."

time flies.

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The next chapter begins to end the part of Liuying Street.Entering the climax, I can't bear Martha...