[Hunter X Hunter] No Little Apples Here

Is this... Another article in which the author and I have outlived each other?

I am a villain and red-haired person, and I especially prefer Hisoka. So when I read <> and recommended this article, I immediately thought of Hisoka SAMA, so I jumped into the trap very happily~ You write very well~ Come on and update this article as soon as possible~

The author and I live longer series

Well—a big pit

It seems that I accidentally fell into a terrible pit.

It's not a snail crater, it's a meteorite crater, the kind that you can't climb up from. I've probably forgotten this article. T. T I forgot that I was drunk in this chapter. T. T

Although I have been stuck for a long time, I still want to know where to stand so as not to go against the grain...

Author, your article is the best hunter fanfic I have read in the past few days. I really hope to see the next story, but unfortunately it has been five years and you still haven't updated it. Please update it quickly. Dear author╥╥

The author updates! The pit is very deep. If you hold your breath, you can 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 climbed down well. I think she was praising me. I always do this, crawling from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I'm used to climbing, so I'm very skilled. "Climb out together to take a breath? ". She invited me like this "No, thank you! "I'm tired of crawling and want to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at the way she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There were numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So some people went out, and some people came in again. "Hello! ". "Hello! ". "Is it comfortable to squat? ". "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ". "Lie down slowly! ". "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 the pit, like me, looking up to the sky, crying in the wind. Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, like me, with long hair on my face 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 who is squatting in the pit, please feel free to repost it, and dedicate it to every author who opens a pit but does not fill it] The author of every pit article had broken wings in his previous life... Health... Health... Experience...

Please update me greatly, please don't fall into any trap.