[Hunter] Be a good dad

His face did not speak.

With a head of black shattered hair and a childish smile, the innocent young man calls himself Kuroro. He is very refined, behaves elegantly, and speaks well. The elders in the clan all nodded their heads knowingly.

Such a man was indeed likable, Kurapika thought so at that time.

In the early morning of the second day, thick fog enveloped the entire village, and everything seemed to be in a dream.

Half awake and half asleep, he could faintly hear crying outside, and only heard a heart-piercing scream, and Kurapika was startled suddenly.

When he lifted off the quilt and was looking for shoes all over the place, he heard another scream, this one was a little weaker than before, but it was extremely real, and Kurapika rushed out barefoot like a thunderclap.

Seeing that Amy was thrown high, a slender blade penetrated her throat from behind, and the long blade was pulled out without hesitation. Like a rag doll, it was thrown on the ground unceremoniously.

Due to the continuous rain in the past few days, there are puddles everywhere on the ground.

Amy's hair was disheveled, her beautiful eyes were tightly open, her beautiful white lace dress was full of stains, and blood gushed out crazily from the slit in her throat.

Lying on the ground, half of Amy's face was covered with muddy water, as if she couldn't get up anymore. Suddenly, her eyes moved, and those bright red eyes reflected Kurapika running towards this side. figure.

do not come!

Her lips parted and closed her lower lip, before she slammed her arms around the assailant's thigh.

run away...

Run away.

Run away!

The long blade pierced into Amy's back, pulled it out, and stabbed down hard again!

Ah!

Amy screamed, she couldn't make a sound, and her teeth were covered with blood in her dilated mouth.

Blood-like dye spread quickly on the beautiful white lace dress, Amy closed her eyes, and hugged the assailant's leg tightly.

Her tears flowed violently, but she refused to let go of her hands no matter what.

Run away!

"Ah, it's really nerve-wracking." The assailant complained as if distressed, scratched his chest helplessly, and slashed down with his right hand, cutting off the girl's ten fingers.

Amy fell down like a real corpse. This time, she really couldn't get up again.

"Amy!" The moment the heart-piercing screams sounded, Amy's mother had her entire head cut off by a transparent silk thread.

The well-maintained face of the woman in her thirties rolled down in Kurapika's footsteps, her red eyes were staring open.

As if awakened suddenly, Kurapika immediately turned around and ran.

At least, tell the rest of the clan.

At least, the dead cannot be allowed to die in vain.

At least--

The foreground in front of him suddenly turned upside down, his body hit the ground heavily, and his right foot felt a heart-piercing pain, but at this moment he didn't care about it so much, Kurapika got up from the ground, and before he could stand still, his body hit hard again to the ground.

This time, he couldn't move at all.

A pair of white knee-high boots landed lightly in front of his eyes, and the blue-haired woman in white shorts squatted halfway, holding her chin and looking at Kurapika: "Just dig it out, killing people is also physical work."

This sentence was asked of the man behind her.

The man didn't answer, but just walked over and cut off the thread of thoughts wrapped around the boy.

"Oh?" Maggie folded her arms and looked at the young boy's distant figure, her golden eyes glanced coldly at Nobunaga.

"It's too troublesome to break in one by one." Just solve it at once.

All resistance is futile, in the face of a huge gap in strength.

That day, all the scenes in Kurapika's memory were condensed into bright and dazzling red.

Everyone died, the father who stood in front of him, the mother who desperately begged for mercy to let my child go, the elders of the clan.

He no longer resisted, but followed the assailant to leave the land where he lived for generations, and walked towards the outside world that he had always longed for.

Along the way, the corpses were exposed in the wilderness, the eyes of the clansmen stared blankly at the sky, and blood flowed down their cheeks, like weeping blood.

He saw Anuo, who died while maintaining the posture of protecting his sister behind him, and they were pierced through the body by a wooden thorn at the same time.

Sister Elena was nailed to the wall, with her head hanging sideways in an abnormal posture. She was nailed to death in the cool morning wind, motionless, and a red dress fluttered in the morning wind. painting.

When he followed the assailants to the entrance of the village, Kurapika stopped in his tracks.

He calmly walked to a family's house, ignored the blood splattered and took a hoe.

Walking out the door, he found a flat place and started digging.

His eyes are always bright red as he always moves calmly.

No one stopped them, the group of people just stood there indifferently, waiting for the order from the black-haired man.

Kill, or prevent.

The sun in the sky, the green trees on the ground,

Our bodies are born on the earth, our souls are from heaven,

The sun and the moon shine on our limbs, the greenery nourishes our bodies,

Give this body to the wind that blows across the earth, thank God for the miracle and the land of the Kuruta tribe,

May our hearts be always in good health, and I wish to share the joy with all my compatriots,

May you share the sorrow with them, please praise the Kuruta people forever, and let us bear witness with our red eyes.

His head was empty, only this prayer echoed over and over again.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and on the second day, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shines directly through the clouds.

As far as the eye can see, there are many graves.

In such a terrifying scene, the blond boy stood alone.

Under the golden hair, a pair of red eyes are like a newborn ghost.

Remember, this angry mood.

Never forgive!

The author has something to say: There are a thousand words left today.

☆、The exhausted father

Part11. The exhausted father

Dad, I am very annoyed that my daughter's fighting skills are so poor.

The boy Eli was carrying the scythe arrogantly, and happened to see Adonis on the ground.

I almost had the urge to touch my forehead, and I fell to the ground naked and covered in nails. No matter how I looked at it, I looked like I was playing with it. Pity me for being innocent for the rest of my life.

Looking into Zizi's eyes, well, I know this uncute kid must have thought of some strange direction.

Eli coughed lightly, took a few steps forward, dragged Kurapika back, and muttered in bits and pieces as he retreated: "Cough—this was an accident, you guys go on, go on."

I reached out and flicked him, and I pulled Kurapika past the window and jumped out of the villa.

A hand rested on my chest, and I lowered my head in response. The young man stood up straight with a calm expression, stepped back a few steps, and walked in front.

The self-esteem of a young man, I sighed, and followed him understandingly.

On the way back to the hotel, Kurapika pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, which made me a little distressed, and the previous anger also somewhat subsided.

I rushed over and patted him on the shoulder, and I sincerely comforted him: "It's okay, you will definitely kill that kid next time."

Little Coola raised his head instantly, and stared straight at me with a pair of blue eyes. I think he must have been touched.

Stretching my arms around the shoulders of my child, I tried my best to show my deep love for my daughter with actions. Of course, I still have to pay close attention to physical skills.

Eli, who was following behind with a scythe, looked around, as if I hadn't seen anything.

In fact, this matter always feels weird, and I have some considerations if I dare to say that these two people are put together.

As long as Kurapika is willing, dealing with this kid under normal circumstances is simply a one-sided massacre.

But the fact is the other way around, the one who was beaten so helplessly was my cute little Coola, this is unscientific!

Could it be that red eyes have a lethal bonus to Kurapika?

Well, remains to be seen.

I took a look at Eli kid in the back, and I seriously considered whether to goug his eyes to test it.

However, such an idea was not implemented in the end. I have to say that the large-scale massacre and gouging of eyes by the Kuruta tribe did cause a lot of sequelae.

For example, for at least a year, I don't really want to do this kind of work.

In the middle of the night, Kurapika developed a high fever.

I woke him up and told him to drink the medicine.

Opening a pair of blue eyes, Kurapika looked at me with complicated eyes. He moved his fingers, but the rapid fever made him unable to get up at all.

I helped him sit up with one hand, lit a pillow behind him, and started to unpack the box.

The box contained two stiff boards and a folded piece of paper.

The hardboard is silver, rectangular, and has two sides. The front side is transparent plastic with protrusions, and the back side is iron gray with smooth tentacles and dark text.

I carefully looked at the two silver boards. There were neatly arranged transparent plastic covers protruding from the front, and inside were colorful oval particles.

By the way, can this stuff be eaten?Even if it can be chewed, it will cut the stomach.

Could it be something like colorful jelly beans inside?I unfolded the paper while thinking about it.

To be honest, I never saw anything that could be called medicine when I was a child. Needless to say, everyone knows the conditions of Meteor Street.

As for adulthood, it is basically unnecessary, and no one around me has seen anyone using this thing.

Well, let's look at the notes first:

This product is an emergency contraceptive tablet and does not have the effect of abortion.

This medicine cannot be taken as a regular contraceptive after every sexual life or every month, it can only be used as a remedy for contraceptive failure.

——Looks like I got it wrong.

...It turns out that the drug also has this effect.

He sneaked a glance at the little coola next to him, um, it's good that he didn't look this way.

Calmly and quickly, I stuffed the whole table into the bedside table, and I started to check other medicines.

Kurapika sat leaning against the head of the bed, half of his body was exposed to the cold wind outside for a while, and then he watched Kuroro check the boxes in the cabinet upside down, and he also secretly glanced at himself.

"...You haven't seen these medicines, have you?" Kurapika squinted his eyes and stared at Kuroro for a while, and asked thoughtlessly.

The moment he said it, Kurapika was shocked by his speculation, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was astonishingly reliable.

After all, the troubles of cold, fever and runny nose don't seem to appear on this highly curious creature in front of him.

Kuroro paused for a moment, then showed a gentle smile, pointed to a pile of boxes on the table and asked, "Which box do you like?"

"..." I don't like any of them.

"Although I haven't seen it before, I probably figure out how to drink it now."

Open the palm, two white tablets, three capsules.

Another glass of water was handed over.

——The leader is very proud.

"..." This kind of common sense is not worth showing off at all, okay.

Kurapika gave him a complicated look, drank the medicine from Kuroro's hand, and lay down obediently.

The ceiling is wooden and looks old.

Opening his eyes, he remembered something from a long time ago.

I was probably young then.

I can't remember the exact age, maybe five or six years old.

It was also a fever that time, and the onset was very fierce, and it was much more serious than this time.

That was the first time he had a fever in his memory, and he was very scared.

He thought that he might die like this.

Tears kept rolling in my eyes, but I didn't dare to cry with my mouth flat. I always felt that once I made a sound, something irreversible would really happen.

That night, his mother stayed with him all night.

The woman's hand gently patted the quilt and recited to him the prayer that had been sung for years.

Our bodies are born on the earth, our souls are from heaven,

The sun and the moon shine on our limbs, the greenery nourishes our bodies,

Give this body to the wind that blows across the earth, thank God for the miracle and the land of the Kuruta tribe,

May our hearts be always in good health, and I may share joy with all my fellow man, May I share sorrow with them...

He opened his eyes gently, Kuroro was reading a book under the lamp, his black hair swaying gently on his cheeks, which made him look a bit like a childish boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Carve this person's eyebrows and eyes deeply into the bottom of my heart.

He closed his eyes calmly, hiding the sudden killing intent.

It was just such a seemingly harmless person who just killed his entire family on a whim.

He thought he would kill this man with his own hands.

The author has something to say: Come on, come and ravage me!

☆, shackles

Part3. Shackles

For several days after that incident, Kurapika couldn't sleep day and night.

When you close your eyes, you will see the empty eye sockets of the clansmen.

Overwhelming screams resounded through all dreams, and the dark red blood flooded the ground under his feet, meandering over his body.

I often wake up in the middle of the night, not knowing where I am.

Before the age of 11, you don't know how to die.

Most likely, it means disappearing forever.

No one will stand at the door of your house waiting for you to come back again.

No longer will anyone punish you for copying prayers a thousand times after you make a mistake.

There will never be such a girl who pulls your sleeve and asks you innocently and childishly: Does Kurapika know what the outside world is like?

There will never be those two guys who, after being caught stealing your candy and being caught, still say that they want to share the blessings.

You think of the Spring Festival every year, the people of the tribe would gather in the temple, reciting prayers in a low voice, and the voice would be heard far and far away.

You think of Ivan and Arnold who waved at him at the mouth of the temple, and the three of them laughed and played in the past.

You think of Amy, that timid and timid girl who loves cleanliness, she is lying alone in the cold muddy water, her white skirt is covered with blood, and her bare palms are stretched out in vain.

That must hurt, you think.

Obviously a girl who loves cleanliness so much and is so afraid of pain.

11 years old is not a very mature age.

You have never understood the true meaning of death and loss.

But it all happened so unexpectedly.

The previous belief and happiness collapsed overnight.

You don't really understand, but you have to bear it.

You watched helplessly as the assailant dug out the eyes of the clansmen, and then sold them at a high price after getting tired of playing with them.

Everything happens in front of your eyes and cannot be stopped. You hate the cruelty of others, but what you cannot forgive is your own weakness.

Kuroro never minds teaching you something, such as judging the opponent's strength or some killing skills.

He never shy away from it and even enjoyed it.

Even some other members of the brigade were like this, they did something completely unforgivable but put on an extremely innocent look, as if their hands had never been stained with blood.

In the eyes of these people, your blood feud is nothing compared to a meal after dinner.

Kurolo asks you: "Do you like me?"

"I will kill you." You said in a deep voice.

He smiled happily, like a child who finally got his long-awaited toy.

Kuroro is a passionate ruthless man.

He was always gentle and compassionate, but never shy away from killing people.

He is simply a homicide addict and enjoys the thrill of putting himself in danger at the same time.

You often wonder why anyone would spend so much energy building such a criminal organization and then feeding it with all their heart and blood.

With a lot of human life piled up a myth called the spider.

Then let the happiness of countless people be sacrificed to this group called spiders.

This man committed heinous crimes without scruple, leading his followers to swagger under the neon lights of the metropolis.

Ride across the desert under the waning moon.

Active in villages in the countryside.

He is so self-sufficient and has no scruples.

You really want to cut this man's head open to see what he thinks.

Why is it possible to kill so recklessly.

You ask.

He blinked his eyes and smiled gently: probably because he is an irrelevant person.

This is a man who doesn't care about other people's pain.

"Does Little Coola want to go to school?" The man threw a potato chip into his mouth while watching a soap opera.

The woman on that bloody TV series is educating her husband hoarsely: every child has the right to education!

"I don't want to." He basically knows everything that the school can teach, and there is no need to go there.

"Little Coola is such a child who doesn't like studying." The man sighed heartlessly with his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"...I want to take the hunter exam."

"No." The man turned off the TV and stretched, lazily rubbing back and forth on the sofa.

"why?"

"You will die."

Kurapika stood silently for a while, then drew his swords.

Kuroro glanced at him, lazily stood up and walked out.

Kurapika unceremoniously slashed across.

While the blade was pinched by Kuroro, Feitan's umbrella pressed against the back of Kurapika's neck.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant." The dwarf wearing a skull mask was wearing a black cloak, and a pair of golden eyes looked at Kurapika sinisterly.

Kurolo felt that he could understand Feitan's fault-finding behavior. After all, this child was only 11 years old and was already about the same height as Feitan.

This means that in the days to come, as long as nothing goes wrong, Kurapika will definitely be taller than Feitan.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Kuroro felt that if he was Feitan, he would definitely kill the kid before Kurapika was taller than him, and it was definitely not such a threat.

So, from this perspective, Fei Tan is indeed a kind person.

The author has something to say: Thank you An An for catching bugs

☆, bedside?short story

Part12. Kuroro-kun's bedtime story

Obviously being beaten all over the place by the kid from Monica's family, but after that day, I often see the two kids playing together.

I was worried about such a heavy taste at such a young age, but fortunately we are leaving Dover today.

When leaving, Monica held Eli and stood by the river waving goodbye, Kurapika seemed a little reluctant.

I leaned down and pressed against his ear, comforting me in a rare gentle whisper: "If you really like that boy's eyes, I can allow you to dig them out and take them away."

The blond boy was so happy that his face was pale green, he grabbed my hand tightly, and pulled me out with a firm attitude without looking back.

After waving goodbye to Monica, I looked down at the fingers I was holding with the young man, and felt my heart beating faster and faster, showing faint signs of derailment.

——Could this be the legendary... fatherly love?

Looking at the shy and gloomy face of the blond boy, I couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

My cute little Coola, Dad will definitely let you go to the best school, wear the best clothes and marry the best wife!

"What are you doing?" The young man was half leaning on the bed, clutching the quilt tightly, with a small dark face, and half of his eyebrows raised, staring at me vigilantly.

This kind of vigilance for abnormal situations is something I appreciate very much.

I patted the boy's head happily, and with a gentle smile, I pulled away the quilt tightly pressed by Kurapika, and I stuffed myself into his quilt.

- "Let's tell a bedtime story!"

Little Coola's blue eyes were wide open, he looked at me suspiciously, after a while, he turned his head away.

What a girl, how can you not trust your father so much.

"In the unfathomable depths of the sea, there lived a group of cannibals with the upper body of a human and the tail of a fish."

"They will appear before the storm, and with their magical song, will attract the desperate sailors, and then drag them to the bottom of the sea and tear them to pieces."

"Among these groups, there is a cannibal who looks like a human woman with a human name: Ariel. He is extremely beautiful, with long blue hair like seaweed, and bright eyes like a clear summer sky—"

"Wait a minute, why does this story sound familiar?" Kurapika poked at my waist, staring at me suspiciously with his big blue eyes.

"That must be your illusion." I patted his head, quite pleased with myself.

"...Because this famous fairy tale has been completely transformed into a horror story by you."

"Not really a horror story." More reasonable than the original, at best.

"So it really is an adaptation of The Little Mermaid, right?"

"..." The feeling of being put together by my daughter is really unpleasant. I cough lightly and continue the story I made up, "Ariel saw a man during a routine hunting activity."

"Then Ariel fell in love with this man and ate him." Kurapika put his arm behind his head and looked at me.

"...Little Coola, you are so uncute." Although it wasn't like this, it probably ended like this.

"According to your thinking, it will probably be such a story." He glanced at me with complicated eyes.

"Ariel brought the man to an isolated island, and the two lived happily ever after." After thinking about it, I decided to tell the original ending, well, to be a good father, it is necessary for little Coola to have more confidence in life. expectations.

"It's a person and a cannibal." He sneered and lifted my shoulders, and then frowned in confusion: "A living person is raised on an isolated island to live a happy life?"

"Probably in this way, you don't have to worry about accidents. Everything belongs to him. Even if the man dies, the body still belongs to him." So it must be a happy day.

"This happiness is only for Ariel." Kurapika looked at me strangely.

"A living collection always takes more effort than a dead one. He is always trying to escape, which Ariel can't understand." Seeing that Kurapika is so happy, I decided to describe the details of the story .

"People always love his beautiful face, and countless men are fascinated by him the moment they see him."

"Ariel even ate a woman who was supposed to be a collectible because she was so clingy."

"But the one in front of me is only thinking about running away, which makes Ariel have to watch him all day and all night, in order to prevent him from dying in the vast sea."

Kurapika listened carefully, his beautiful blue eyes seemed to sparkle.

"In the end, Ariel is tired of eating men like this?" he asked me.

"Probably." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. Anyway, today's bedtime story is almost over. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it is already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Raising his hand to turn off the light, the room was instantly dark.

"If a living person is imprisoned like this, why is he still happy?" Kurapika was still muttering, holding my collar with one hand and frowning, the whole person came over, "What on earth are you thinking?"

"That man is an imprisoned lover." I perfunctory.

"What about Ariel, didn't she think that the other party would commit suicide?" Kurapika was still struggling.

"Because it's actually not very important. Even if you die, it doesn't matter much, but it's better to live." It's probably like the feeling I had when I first adopted you.

"Terrible story." Kurapika lay next to me.

In the darkness, I could hear the child's breathing and heart beating vigorously. I was extremely excited when I thought that I could crush such a living life in my hands as soon as I stretched out my hand.

This kind of complete control, the satisfaction of keeping beautiful things close by.

Standing up, he kissed the young man's forehead.

Feel the opponent's instantly stiff body.

"Good night," I said.

"Kurolo, I will kill you." The young man said softly.

I blinked and smiled happily.

The living collection always took more effort than the dead one, and he was always trying to escape, something Ariel couldn't understand.

The collection in front of her was always thinking about escaping, so Ariel had to watch him all day and all night, in order to prevent him from dying in the vast sea.

Finally, the man went on a hunger strike.

So, he died.

First the feet, then the calves, and then the internal organs, and eat them bit by bit.

Ariel was holding the man's cold head and sitting on the dark reef, her long blue hair was tangled like seaweed and covered her bare back.

The long blue tail hangs down in the water, swaying gently.

His slender fingers groped the man's face. The man in his arms didn't move for a long time. He withdrew his hand suddenly, and his sharp nails dug deep into the rock.

He raised his head, let out a long and shrill cry, hugged the man's head tightly and jumped into the water.

Eat it up and never lose it.

In the sky, the moonlight is cloudy and cold.

——"The little story that the leader wants to sleep and is too lazy to finish"

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☆、I will kill you

Part4. I will kill you

Recently, a humanoid slaughter fan named Kuroro became obsessed with a stand-alone game.

He swipes during the day and at night and midnight, and stares at the screen from time to time and makes strange noises.

From the bottom of his heart, Kurapika thinks this is good news, let this guy swipe the game to death!

It's a pity that this situation only lasted for two short days. Two days later, Kuroro walked out of the computer room with messy hair stretched around, crumpled clothes, and dark eye circles comparable to a first-class protected animal in a certain country.

"..." Handing over a glass of water with a dark face, Kurapika felt regretful in his heart that this guy didn't kill him.

The head of the group strolled into the bathroom with his clothes on his head and his hair that looked like thatch, and when he came out he shook his hair smartly and was another high-quality pseudo-boy.

Kurapika silently covered his face with the newspaper, knowing that the enemy he always wanted to defeat was a bastard, it was really complicated.

What's even more complicated is that you can't kill him with just such a bastard.

After being dragged to the barber shop for a refreshing haircut, Kurapika said that he looked okay.

But what are these piles of lace dresses for?

"Does Little Coola like the blue one or the black one? But I think the goose yellow one is more suitable for you."

"..." is more suitable for you.

hello what are you doing

Stop, stop!

I wouldn't wear that kind of thing!

Little Coola, who was holding on to the door panel and never letting go, finally won an all-round victory in the War of Resistance. Let us praise Kurapika for his wit.

It's too much, my daughter hates the clothes I bought for him. ——After half an hour, a post with the title on the left appeared on the Internet.

"Why do you want to learn this kind of thing?" Kurapika fiddled with the chessboard while looking at the game record.

"Because girls like men who know more." Kuroro leaned his head against Kurapika's neck, pointing him, "Also, we always meet different people, it's good to start with hobbies social means."

Kurapika lowered his eyelids slightly, glanced at the man's carotid artery, and calmly turned a page of the chess book in his hand.

"The murderous intent is too heavy." Krollo tapped Kurapika's forehead lightly and delicately, and Kuroro wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and continued to point, "And this particle shouldn't be placed here."

"Why does Kuroro know how to play chess?" Kurapika was really curious about this point. Generally speaking, people who came out of Meteor Street would not work hard on these things.

"My mother likes it very much." Kuroro smiled and asked gently: "Why? Is it strange?"

Kurapika stared at the chessboard silently, killing intent filled his brain almost instantly.

He couldn't understand such a man who had a family and lived happily enough.

Why is it possible to do this, so frankly!to ruin other people's lives.

"Mr. Kuroro also has a mother." The hand holding the chess pieces couldn't stop shaking. It's impossible to pretend to be indifferent with such a performance.

Taking a deep breath, he dropped the chess piece back into the box.

Supporting his forehead with one hand, his hair hanging down, Kurapika closed his eyes in pain, "The pain of others is nothing to you...?"

"Huh?" Flipping through the chess record, Kurolo glanced at him, "Why do you ask such a question suddenly?"

Why can you show malice to others without any scruples and take action?

Kurolo, what is the life of another to you?

What is the happiness of others to you?

Why can you be so indifferent... so indifferent to the pain of others?

"Let me think about it." Holding his chin, Kuroro idly flipped through some marks Kurapika made on the game record, "Well, it's probably a warning."

"What?" As if waking up suddenly, Kurapika looked up at him.

"The pain of others should be equivalent to a warning for me. Know the source of the pain and never let yourself fall into that situation."

"It's really not like what you would say." Kurapika tried hard to control his emotions as he snatched back the game record.

"Really?" Kuroro moved his arms, a little curious, "What do you think I will say?"

"It's a kind of misbehavior." Rearrange the chess pieces that were messed up before.

"Well, how should I put it, knowing the source of pain and avoiding the pain of others is the only meaning to me, but I may not do that in many cases." Kurolo said while checking the bookshelf.

"Sounds really willful." Kurapika sneered while twisting a chess piece.

"Probably, being too cautious can lead to a boring life." He took out a book, walked slowly to the side of the blond boy, and watched his movements.

"So, that's why you adopted me." Kurapika asked after leaving a son behind.

"Half and half." Holding his chin, Kurolo blinked as he watched the black and white chess pieces gradually fill the board, "But at the time I really thought it would be nice to have a child like you."

Kurapika paused for a moment, but said nothing.

"You hate me, right?" Kuroro smiled.

"Very self-aware." Kurapika glanced at him and said coldly.

"I will kill those who hate me." Kuroro quietly looked at the handsome face of the young man.

"Really?" Kurapika said indifferently.

"I won't kill you." Kuroro laughed.

"I won't thank you." Kurapika said calmly.

Kuroro smiled and walked out of the room.

He has always been curious about how long a person's love and hate can last.

Kurapika didn't know that at that time he really only planned to travel to the place where the Kuruta people gathered.

Only some unexpected event changed his mind.

He met an 11-year-old child, a very beautiful boy.

When he smiled, his face was pure and innocent, as bright and unglamorous as the sunshine in February.

That is the smile of a person who has complete goodwill and trust in the world. It is so pure and naive that it makes people hate it.

At that time, Kuroro suddenly wondered what would happen to such a child if he lost the whole world overnight.

A momentary curiosity turned a simple tour into a genocidal massacre.

"I'll kill you." He recalled what Kurapika had said that day.

When the boy said this, his emotions didn't fluctuate much, he just looked at him quietly, with a calm expression and a firm tone.

Kuroro looked up at the clouds in the sky, suddenly remembered this incident, and suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

He shook his head helplessly, as if the phrase "I will kill you" was just an angry remark made by an ignorant child when he was having trouble.

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☆、Patients with Apple Mania

Part13. The red-haired apple maniac

I met this Mr. Clown in a circus, and he wore a lot of makeup, which made his face look pale and his lips redder.

At that time, he was standing alone beside the stage, and the dim light made him look very lonely. This kind of atmosphere, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, enveloped the whole body of this Mr. Clown.

I thought he was probably an unpopular circus employee.

At that time, I was taking Little Coola to watch a performance. When I walked into the arena, this Mr. Clown just happened to look up, and he smiled and sent me off.