Hunter x Hunter: The Ubiquitous Dragon Life

Dragging her body sore from overexertion, Cellulu really went to the light department after the bow and arrow practice class. After a check-up, she was told by the trainee priest that she was fine and that she could no longer be healthy. She went out the door refreshed, and hurriedly rushed to the blacksmithing department again. There was still one class left to finish today.

This damned devilishly tight schedule! Celluloid cursed in her heart.

When she arrived at the classroom, the class had already started, and she bit the bullet and was reprimanded by the dwarf teacher for some nonsense such as not being late for class. She touched Feitan and sat down.

Feitan immediately cast a questioning look at her, obviously not knowing why she was late, Cellulu tapped the wristband, did the final shaping hammer, and whispered to Feitan about what happened before. hear.

Feitan's expression gradually darkened, and after a long while, he frowned slightly, glanced up and down at Celluloid, and asked.

"It actually happened? Are you sure it's okay?"

Cellulu nodded cheerfully, but Feitan's face did not clear up, instead it became more cloudy. Cellulu thought he was still worried, and said quickly:

"It's really okay, I'll go to the Light Element to see..."

"Why didn't you come to me, but tell that Illumi?" Feitan interrupted her coldly.

"Ah?" Cellulu didn't understand what he meant, and could only stare at him blankly.

Feitan looked back at her, his long golden eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly dropped the hammer in his hand and threw the dagger he was tempering into the cooling pool in front of him. There was a loud clanging sound, and then, the cooling pool made a violent hissing sound like boiling.

The two noises in succession caught Cellulu off guard, and was really taken aback.

"Feitan, take your hands and feet lightly..."

"Why didn't you tell me first!?"

Feitan interrupted her again and asked again, in a more serious tone.

On the cooling pool, white smoke rose into the air, quickly blurring the space between the two of them. Cellulu couldn't see his expression after the smoke for a while, and only heard him ask aloud, his tone getting sharper and even sharper. There was a hint of chill and anger.

"That boy and you met for the first day, right? You would rather ask him for help than me! You also think that I am too weak to solve your troubles, so just leave me alone?"

Cellulu was surprised and then realized that Feitan's rude behavior was awkward, and immediately called out.

"Where are you thinking? I met Ilumi first in the forest. He is also one of the people involved. In case it's not just me that Reefeller has to deal with, of course he has to inform him. Besides, Why don't I tell you now?"

She gave him a gloomy look,

"Seeing that you are heavy-handed, I thought you were unhappy. What's the matter? You are willing to stand up for me. It's too late for me to be happy. How could I leave you alone? When I don't know you."

Although it is not impossible to make one-sided blindly, it is always like this, and this relationship will not last long. She may be able to treat people unconditionally with her momentary happiness or enthusiasm, but she will not receive feedback or even be taken for granted. No matter how much more One's enthusiasm can be wiped out, and one's persistence is too tiring after all.

Cellulu thought about it, and when she looked at Feitan again, the smile on her face couldn't stop. She didn't know what was going on, she just felt very happy in her heart, happy that he cared about herself.

Feitan looked at her with a look of elation when he found a cheap one, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He wanted to argue that he didn't care about her that much, and he didn't need to look so proud, but seeing her so happy, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched. up.

Feitan was in a good mood, so he was interested in showing off the weapons he had been building recently. He picked up the dagger that had almost cooled down in the cooling pool, and he played a few times, excitedly.

"Look, how about this dagger? I used the magic metal No. 107 Nether Adamantite, which is resistant to both light and water elements. It also infiltrated the scorpion flower that prevents blood from coagulating. If the dagger is injured, not only will it not be able to recover with the healing magic of light or water, but it will continue to bleed, and finally bleed to death.

I also specially designed this kind of concave and convex shape, and added countless small hooks to the body of the dagger. When piercing the body, the bumpy blade can give people maximum pain, and the wound inside will also be uneven. , can pull out more tiny pieces of meat, and the pain is doubled. Even if you die without bleeding, it will take more effort to recover. Look again, the blood tank here is also exquisite... "

Feitan stared at the dagger with an intoxicated face, his golden eyes shone brightly, but what flashed was a chilling cruelty and malicious light, which set off the terrifying shape of the dagger in his hand, even if he hadn't opened the blade and drank blood. , has also exuded a gloomy and gloomy dagger, no matter how you look at it, it is a standard bad guy image.

Cellulu couldn't help shivering, she quickly put aside her imagination, and stared back at the dagger that could be used as a torture tool, obviously for the purpose of torturing and preventing people from dying. Her bright smile just now was only reluctant. hung up.

But in the face of Feitan, who was arrogant and satisfied, looking forward to what she would say affirmatively, Cellulu struggled for a while, but after all, she couldn't bear to attack his enthusiasm, and gave him a painful praise against her will.

"Feitan, your forging level is getting better and better. The conception and design of this dagger, um, are also very unique and creative."

At least this dagger will be widely praised by certain groups of people. It is certain that Cellulu looked back and forth between the **** dagger and Feitan, who was eagerly immersed in polishing the consecrated light after receiving her praise. There was a trace of anxiety, and they all said that the object resembled the main figure, and that he made such a sinister weapon. Has Feitan been bullied for a long time, and his character is a little distorted?

"Hmph, it's said that things look like their masters! You actually created such a sinister weapon!"

An angry shout of disdain rang out, and Cellulu was startled. She thought she had said what was in her heart. She didn't mean to be disdainful or angry, so she covered her mouth nervously. She looked around and realized that She was guilty of being a thief.

A dwarf stood in front of Feitan, his bronze face flushed by the fire, and stared at him contemptuously.

Feitan stopped sharpening his blade, and a trace of anger flashed in his originally excited eyes. He sneered and raised his head mockingly.

"The weapons used to deprive people of life are also divided into upright and sinister? Funny!"

The dwarf waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"No need for sophistry! Not only do you not know how to make progress, but you are also getting closer to the crooked way. You don't have a benevolent and upright heart. What you make are only murderous objects and magic weapons. Do you want to be a black blacksmith who is spurned by others! "

Black blacksmiths refer to those blacksmiths whose main purpose is to make weapons that torture and mutilate people. Once there were blacksmiths who made magic weapons and slaughtered several cities. They are also known as black alchemists and undead magicians. The most feared and despised profession, but the profession of necromancer has now disappeared, and it is said that it was completely eliminated in the battle of demons after the end of the age of mythology.

Cellulu rubbed her temples speechlessly, and came again. Although the dwarf's intention was right this time, she was also worried about Feitan's tendency to develop badly, but this way of talking could be heard. Can't even hear it.

Cellulu sighed and stood up. No matter what, she couldn't accept it now. I'll talk to Feitan later about this issue.

"You're going too far, Feitan is just..."

Before Cellulu could finish her words, a cold wind blew suddenly around her, and Feitan stabbed the dwarf with a knife without hesitation.

No one thought he would make a move, and before he even reacted, the knife had already stabbed into the belly of the dwarf, Feitan maliciously turned the handle of the knife a few times, the tip of the knife slanted upward, and then he suddenly pulled out the blade. The dwarf let out a painful roar like a beast on the verge of death, and squatted down with his stomach covered. After the Feitan hit him, he had no intention of holding back. Almost as soon as the blade was pulled out, he stabbed it again. At this time, the surrounding talents burst out in exclamations of being late.

Cellulu's words were stuck in her throat. After a brief period of shock, her face changed dramatically:

"Feitan, don't!"

She rushed up to grab Feitan's wrist to stop him from continuing to swing the knife.

The eyes of the two met, and the moment they looked at each other, Cellulu's body froze and she felt cold. Those eyes were cold and ruthless, staring at all the objects in front of him as if they were watching a dead man He was also dodged by Feitan when he flipped his wrist, and the sword light flashed. Cellulu only felt cold in her hands, then hot, and the severe stinging pain quickly swept through her whole body, as if the fire was burning and painful. Her Venus is chaotic, and her mind goes blank.

"Hmm~"

There was an uncontrollable screeching sound from Cellulu's throat, she tightly covered her hands, squatted down, and closed her eyes to fight the severe pain with her whole body. After a while, she was already in a cold sweat and was soaked with sweat. forehead.

It seems that this accident has caused everyone to lose their language. For a time, in addition to the dwarf's screams, it is Celluloid's heavy breathing due to enduring the pain.

With a choking sound, the sound of the dagger being thrown to the ground, then, Feitan's furious roar echoed in everyone's ears.

"What are you rushing for! Do you want to die!"

The urge to kill made him unable to stop his hand at all. His body seemed to have done it countless times. He evaded the blocking hand skillfully and smoothly and quickly launched a fierce counterattack. When Feitan realized that something was wrong, the knife It has already crossed Celluloid's hand.

Cellulu didn't have the time to speak now, she gave Feitan a weak look, she lowered her head, and continued to clench her hands desperately.

She didn't even dare to see how her hands were hurt. She only knew that it was very painful. Apart from the pain, she no longer felt anything in her hands, and she couldn't even move at all.

The blood oozes out like running water, flowing, but after a moment, her hands are already soaked in blood, and she can't see a trace of the color of her skin.

Feitan squatted down, "How are your hands, let me see!"

His tone was fiery, but the grip on Cellulu's wrist was light, and the fingers that tried to open her palm were even more gentle and careful.

But Cellulu froze her hands and didn't let him move. She finally got used to the pain now, as if she could only relieve the pain if she suppressed it, even a little movement would turn the pain into a new one. a pain.

Seeing her uncooperative, Feitan scolded,

"What are you doing so tight, relax, how long do you want to hold it?"

"But it hurts, Feitan."

Cellulu's painful facial features were all tangled into a ball. Tears were rolling in her eye sockets. Seeing his gloomy face, she seemed to want to scold him again, she said aggrieved.

"I'm in so much pain, you can't be nicer, what are you doing so fiercely?"

Feitan took a heavy breath, as if he wanted to punch someone, but he quickly restrained himself, stretched his eyebrows, and said softly.

"If you don't let go, there will be no bleeding and no pain?"

Although Cellulu felt that he was not smiling, he deliberately pretended to be gentle, which seemed even more terrifying.

Depressed, unhappy, seeking comfort, playing with temper, wanting to act like a spoiled child, all the bad emotions that poured out because of this unwarranted disaster have been vented. Cellulu finally subsided, and under Feitan's increasingly gentle fingers, she spread out her palm.

The injury was very serious. The knife cut across the left and right palms from the bottom to the top, and the left palm was cut into two-thirds by the dagger. It seemed that as long as it was pushed back, the palm could be divided into two, and the four fingers of the right hand. It was almost cut off, the white phalanx was still clearly visible in the blood red, the wound was even more like being bitten by a dog, uneven, and there were small pieces of meat scattered outside.

Feitan's face was a little unsightly, but the dagger he was proud of now feels annoyed when he thinks of it, why is the dagger head so sharp, why did he design this **** painful structure, why did he have to add some magic scorpion Luo Hua, why do you have to use Nether Adamantite, which is immune to healing magic, now that it's healed, the bleeding won't stop, and the magic won't work, how do you cure this hand from Cellulo?

Before he could think about it any further, after the initial panic, several dwarves had spontaneously lifted the injured dwarf, clamoring to send him to light therapy, and wanted to help Cellulu, but he was directly attacked. Feitan pushed away.

The tutor also rushed over, picked up the dagger on the ground and looked at it for a while, he frowned and stared at Feitan before giving instructions one by one.

"Send the two of them to the infirmary of the Pharmacy Department. The others have dispersed, and this class is over."

The old saying that one thing brings down one thing is always true. No matter how domineering Scorpion Luo is, there is still something that can cure it. As long as the bleeding is not stopped, no matter how deep the wound is, there will always be a day when it will slowly heal.

After the medical staff on duty of the Pharmacy Department relieved the poison of the magic scorpion Luohua for Cellullu and the dwarf, one person gave another blood tonic. It took three months to heal.

Looking at the hands wrapped in rice dumplings, and thinking of the various practices, tests, and upcoming competitions, Cellulu could only lament that she went out today and didn't read the almanac.

The stabbed dwarf gave Feitan a hateful look before being carried away.

"I'll take you back."

Standing outside the infirmary, Feitan said solemnly, Cellulu didn't refuse, she has lost both hands now, she can't be brave if she wants to, let alone other things, she can't open the door of the house alone, it's really impossible to have no one to help .

Feitan crouched down and looked sideways at her. "Come up."

"No, I'm hurting my hand, not my foot." Cellulu shook her hand, but the wound was sore, and she couldn't help hissing.

His hands were aching, his body was slightly numb, and his walking was a little stiff, not very smooth. In addition to making the blood flow non-stop, Mo Scorpion Luo also had the side effect of paralyzing the body. Although the detoxification was timely, it was still left behind. There is a little residue, but looking at Feitan's thin body that is almost the same size as hers, she is really embarrassed to destroy his small body, and besides, she is not completely unable to leave.

"Are you afraid that I won't be able to carry you?" Feitan asked in displeasure, his face sank.

"No···"

Even if she thought so, how could Cellulu dare to admit it, but she was muttering in her heart. She didn't know what medicine he took the wrong way all day today. He was still a harmless and docile deer in the morning, why does he feel like a face now? Right, a Tyrannosaurus rex.

"Come up!" Feitan stared at her and said it again, while Celluloid was still hesitating.

"Don't make me say it a third time!"

The voice fell, and Cellul quickly climbed up Feitan's back. After stabilizing his body on him, he was still a little stiff. He was frightened. Lu Du felt that hesitating for a second, something terrible would happen.

Feitan's expression improved, and he started walking behind her back.

Celluloid put her wrists on his shoulders, trying her best to keep her body from clinging to him, but this position was extremely uncomfortable, making it like fighting on horseback. It's not enough. After being discovered by Feitan, she scolded a few more words. She felt that she was hypocritical, but it was just physical contact. On Feitan, he tightly wrapped around his neck.

The moment the two of them were close to each other, Feitan's back instantly stiffened, but then he relaxed again, and the slightest movement didn't let Cellulu notice.

Cellulu suddenly let out a loud noise and spoke in surprise.

"Feitan, you're not thin at all, it's different from what you imagined."

Although his back covered by the cloth is not wide, it is firm, like a great exercise, she is like leaning on an iron plate covered with flannel, with every slight breath and body vibration of his , you can even feel the tightness and strength of the muscles.

The veins on Feitan's forehead jumped, "I'm not thin in the first place, do you want to try it?"

try? try what? How to try? Feeling that the topic seemed a little off, Cellulu wisely diverged.

"By the way, when I was bandaging, I saw the instructor told you to go out. What did he say?"

Feitan despised Cellulu, who was evading the question, and replied following her.

"It's a penalty, two-thirds of the credits and one warning."

"Two-thirds of the credits? It seems to be very serious, but thinking that you are going to kill people, it doesn't seem to be very serious."

Feitan was silent.

Under the burning clouds of dusk, the boy carried the **** his back and walked on the silent path. The boy raised his head slightly, as if looking at the distant scenery, but the girl behind him lowered his head, and silence spread between the two.

After a while, I heard the girl asking softly, softly, with a trace of unease and worry, and a little confused.

"Feitan, what's wrong with you today? You're not usually like this, you don't look like you at all."

The teenager seemed to have seen enough of the scenery, and lowered his head again, returning to his normal line of sight.

"Feitan?" Feeling that he had waited too long, the girl shook her arm and touched his shoulder.

A sneer overflowed from Feitan's mouth, his voice raised, like self-deprecating, but also like a question:

"Hmph, what does it look like to me?"

Without waiting for Cellulo to answer, he took it automatically.

"Hidden behind you like a bereaved dog, being despised, insulted, bullied and daring to speak, dare not resist, is this who I am?"

"Without ability, without strength, useless, being a weakling to be trampled on, who am I? Stop joking!"

Feitan's hand gripping her calf suddenly tightened, as if the long-term repression was finally unbearable, and his whole body was filled with deep anger and deep hatred.

In the face of Feitan like this, Cellulu was speechless, the pain in her calf being pinched so fiercely by Feitan was nothing compared to Feitan's disgust and powerlessness.

Feitan suddenly laughed again, a little strange, but his voice was much calmer, he said slowly.

"You know what I was thinking when I stabbed the dagger into the man's body? I didn't just want to stab, I wanted to cut off his flesh piece by piece and put it in front of him and make him cry in fear Yelling, but I can only watch myself turn into a **** skeleton, and finally pull out his tongue and feed him to eat. Those people who are watching the fun and despising me, I will gouge out their eyes. …”

"Stop talking, Feitan!" Cellulu interrupted him, pale.

"Why don't you say it!" Feitan's eyes gradually gathered a gloomy and tyrannical light,

"Are you afraid of me? Afraid of me now? You like the me who doesn't even dare to speak loudly, keeps my head down, and only cowardly pleases others? Yes, you don't even hear me trying to torture those people. Comfortable, how could you want me to change, you would rather I always be the me who is submissive and kind to the point of being submissive!"

The more Feitan spoke, the more disdainful he became, the more sarcastic he became, and in the end he even sneered mockingly, his fingers tightened again, his nails digging into her flesh, Cellulu couldn't help but struggled and moved a little, a little scared. Loudly.

"No, I didn't, Feitan, calm down!"

"Don't move! I have a bad temper now, I don't know what to do!"

Feitan gave a cold warning, this threatening remark made Cellulu afraid to move.

Feitan didn't do anything. Instead, he held To Cellulu, so that his back would be more stable. He found that his hand was too tight, and his hand was loosened.

The **** his back didn't open his mouth since he shouted angrily. She still didn't answer his question directly. Feitan's eyes flashed through a haze, and her mood was a little bad. She hated herself like this, she would alienate her and leave. He was irritable, and then, a soft and calm feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart and gradually spread to the whole body, instantly calming his irritability, but it also quickly cooled the radical dark and tyrannical thoughts.

She doesn't like herself like that, so she should just be the gentle and submissive herself, no, doesn't he want to break free from the **** and free himself? However, she didn't like him like this, and he fell into a contradiction.

The light and darkness in my heart are like two snakes entangled in their lives, fighting fiercely in Feitan's heart. You are pressing me, I am pressing you, and every time he shakes, one keeps growing, one grows, the other grows. remove.

Cellulu only felt that the Feitan aura under her body seemed extremely unstable. It was soft and soothing for a while, but gloomy and cold and murderous at the same time. He seemed to be standing at an extremely critical crossroads. will fall completely to one side.

Thinking of the shuddering eyes she saw when he stabbed her in the hand, his vicious dagger, and the tormenting thoughts he said before, Cellulu felt that she couldn't just sit back and ignore it.

"Feitan, if you want to become stronger, it's not wrong to not be looked down upon by others, but it shouldn't be to force others to obey by making people fear and fear, and use unscrupulous cruelty to oppress them. There are many ways to become strong. One, I hate cruel and vicious people, I don't want to..."

As her voice fell, Feitan's aura became more and more unstable. The violent aura soared to the highest point in an instant and then suddenly fell back. The whole body gradually became peaceful and quiet, but Cellulu suddenly stopped at the last moment.

On the dark stage, he stood coldly, as if there would never be a trace of bending and straightness. Even with the tall man beside him, he still made her feel tall, with the confidence and arrogance of a strong man. , he smiled contemptuously and mocked, looking down at the person in front of him condescendingly and ruthlessly.

She liked that posture very much, and she went back to that picture countless times, looking at it over and over, admiring it, looking up, and staring at that posture.

hallucinations? Cellulu shook her head and opened her mouth to finish what she had paused before. "I don't want to see..." Stuck again, she couldn't go on!

Feitan interfaced at this time. "Lulu, I know, it scared you, I won't become someone you don't like..."

The breath around him began to become gentle, and his tone also revealed a hint of softness, but Cellulu became flustered.

The phantom in the dark slowly cracked. At this time, if she didn't say anything, it seemed that something irreversible would happen. This feeling of losing something important made her terrified, and Cellulu couldn't help but shouted. over his words.

"No, no, you don't know! It doesn't matter what you just said, because you're a Feitan! So it doesn't matter anymore!"

Feitan's eyes widened suddenly, "What did you say?"

His breath was also chaotic, soft with coldness, and calm with a hint of ferocity.

"I..." What did she just say? Cellulu drooped her shoulders in frustration, didn't she want to persuade him not to go astray? How could it have become like this, the retort was too quick, Cellulu tried her best to get back on track.

"No, actually I want to say, I don't want to..."

Well, I can't go on anymore, it's like someone grabbed her by the neck and didn't let her go on, it was she who refused to go on, so what did she want to say? My heart opened its mouth.

"When I met you, you were kind-hearted, gentle, polite, uncompromising even in the face of adversity, working hard, being considerate of others, and willing to forgive others, you are strong, you are not what you say you are Weak and useless, I would like to be friends with you like this. Today, you are sharp and gloomy, irritable, authoritarian and do not listen to people's opinions. People who anger and disobey you have the idea of ​​​​crushing them into the dust. I hate people like this the most, but I can't hate you, no, I like you now more than you before!"

Without any pause, without the slightest embarrassment, she spoke smoothly, and the phantom that was on the verge of shattering gradually recovered, and then disappeared, but her heart was extremely relaxed, and Cellulu let out a sigh of relief, it turned out that this was her reality. idea.

The emotions that had been suppressed in her heart were relieved. After calming down, she blushed embarrassedly. How could this be like a confession? Strange, I couldn't help shaking Feitan's shoulder nervously.

"Feitan?"

Feitan suddenly burst into laughter, as if breaking all the shackles, the clear low-pitched laughter contained unparalleled arrogance, and there was a rebellious rebelliousness and gloom all over his body. After laughing enough, he replied lightly.

"Remember what you said today."

If you deny me later and leave me, I will kill you!

"I won't forget it."

Cellulu muttered, but for some reason, she suddenly had the illusion that she had dug a hole and buried herself.

When they got to Cellulu's apartment, Feitan put her down at the door, took out the key, and started to open the door.

"Celullo? Are you back?"

A clear water-like voice came from behind, Cellulu turned back, and Hai Lanwei walked over from the corridor with a book in her hands, with a gentle smile.

"Hai Lanwei, it's you."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Hai Lanwei's slightly suspicious gaze fell on Cellulu's white bandage.

"This, don't mention it, I was accidentally injured." Cellulu glanced at Feitan and smiled bitterly.

"Let's go, the door is open." Feitan turned his head, but without looking at Hai Lanwei, he grabbed Cellulu's arm and wanted to enter the door.

"This is..." Hai Lanwei's gaze fell on Feitan.

"Hai Lanwei, this is Feitan, my friend from the blacksmithing department."

Cellulu pulled Feitan and made him turn around before introducing to Hai Lanwei with a smile.

Feitan? Celluloid's often mentioned Feitan? Hai Lanwei looked at the past indifferently, and immediately, her beautiful brows slightly wrinkled, in front of the tall and slender girl, the thin young man in front of her was really short, but not the usual short one after meeting the tall one, in order for the two sides to communicate normally While looking up to meet the words, the young man did not raise his head, and of course he did not lower his head. From her perspective, half of his face was hidden under the bangs, and only those eyes penetrated through the gap between the ends of the hair, from below. And Shangdi stared at her slantingly, the corners of his indifferent lips pursed tightly, such a gesture is too cold and rude, and even the meaning in the boy's eyes seems to be that he is the top looking down at you.

It's like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark and trying to take advantage of people's unpreparedness! Thinking of what Cellulu said about this young man, Hai Lanwei couldn't believe it. Could this be a kind and timid air bag? She didn't like this young man, and this young man didn't pay attention to a trace of etiquette at all, which made Hai Lanwei even more unhappy. When she was rarely treated so rudely, her tone also showed a hint of indifference, more than usual. for coldness.

"Hello, I'm Hai Lanwei."

Because she didn't like it, Hai Lanwei didn't even have any interest in continuing to chat with Cellulu. After greeting, she said a few words to Cellulu and went back to her room.

Friends of friends may not become friends, so although Feitan and Hai Lanwei felt that the atmosphere between Feitan and Hai Lanwei was cold, Cellulu didn't mind. The knights they knew were also very cold, but they were a little colder today.

Feitan escorted her into the room, arranged for her, and left. Cellulu couldn't do anything, so she fell on the sofa, staring at her zongzi hands in a daze, and then narrowed her eyes and took a nap.

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Feitan finally got rid of the hint. It was partly because he wanted to change, and partly because of Cellulo's credit. He won't be that terrifying Feitan in the future, but his memory will be restored later.

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