My father obviously promised to let me out on my tenth birthday. Why did he ask me to kill the only person who had taken care of me for ten years on my first birthday?
I obviously wanted to tell him that I liked him when we left the island, but why did it end with him turning into a butterfly and being eaten by me?
I want to be rebellious and want to be free, but every time I am bound back with bloodshed. Crazy, I don't know whose fault it is or where it started...
But don't worry, the heroine is a person who will never give up easily. She has rough lines, a simple mind and well-developed limbs. "TNN's! You actually tore my beautiful Sode Shirayuki into pieces and slandered it as an octopus!!! You are an octopus! It's not a gentleman not to take revenge!!! Just wait for me, you grilled octopus!! And you even wiped the blood of your grilled octopus with my Sode Shirayuki!! Go and die, die, die, die, die—"
She was lustful and had a nosebleed when facing the beautiful man. "Then let's take a step back and I'll watch you when you take a shower every day, so you won't have the mental burden of being an exhibitionist! Okay! What a great idea! That's it! I'll come tomorrow. Please don't lock the door then. It doesn't matter if you lock the door, I'll climb up the window and watch."
Her ambition in ancient times was great, "I want to be the mountain king of this mountain!" Whoever passes by here in the future, I will charge him 70% of the toll! No matter what, please help me think of a loud and majestic robbery phrase! Oh, don't say something so uncreative as 'I drive this way' or something like that, you'll be laughed at! ... It doesn't matter if it's not 70%, we'll just charge 50%! Depend on! Can't go any lower, otherwise he won't be a robber! "
The original intention of writing this article was about the poisoning syndrome that Hunter asked. I originally wanted to write a fanfic but didn't want to be bound by comics, so I created a world similar to Hunter's. All in all, it's a powerful, sadistic and idiotic article.
There is no grand writing, no sophisticated reasoning, and no gorgeous rhetoric.
This is my first time writing an article, just for my own entertainment.
Thousand feathers.
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