When Light Yagami Transmigrates into Hunter X Hunter

Sigh~~~~~I don't know what to say~~~~The people in the comment section were so scary a few years ago~~~I got into the trap too late, I can't even read it [biting the handkerchief]

Ah, is this a scam? It was hard to find someone from a dn fan saying this

Please unlock the chapter lock! ! ! !

The magician is omnipotent?~Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging I like Hisoka so much! ! ! ! I can't control the corners of my mouth rising on my face

Please update (looking at the author with blood on his face)

What a pity that QWQ is such a scam!

Come back soon, my dear...

Tsk tsk! I am a person who won't read until 2/3 of the article is written, but as long as I use my proud 6th sense point to enter the shallow pit, it will be a peerless article! . . . . But. . . . ╥A╥. . . . Your sister! Your sister! There's no need to play tricks on people like this. . . .

The pit is deep Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. . So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. . Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. . So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. . "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. . "Yes!". "You looked good climbing down. I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath? ". She invited me like this "No, thank you! "I'm tired from climbing and want to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. . "Hello! ". "Hello! ". "Is it comfortable to squat? ". "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ". "Lie down! ". "Are you going out too? ". "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit You see, people can never give up hope. . So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. . Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. . I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind. Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to reprint it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]

Where's the promised L? (●-●)