@baby_annie1807: Watashi wa Kurapika ⛓️ #HxH #HunterxHunter

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lysieahchill
Molly thư giãn 🤍 :
trên fes bảnh ngầu ơi là ngầu về nhà là bảnh hoá sigma😆💖
2026-03-03 05:29:19
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taduythao
Thao Ta :
b cho mk hỏi mua cái nhẫn ở tay thì mua ở đâu thế
2026-03-03 05:55:20
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a404.16
⛓️ :
Chị mua tóc giả ở đâu vậy? (Vì sử dụng máy dịch nên việc dịch có thể trở nên bất thường...)
2026-08-19 13:16:08
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kurapika.wife_
kurr4pika꣑ৎ_ :
my mine gweh
2026-07-11 08:08:00
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mazinx6
Mazin X :
2026-03-03 06:15:58
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amane2641
SAMMY :
first 🥇
2026-03-03 05:23:48
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102had
trà chanh :
cho mik xin link vs màu lens vs ạ 💔🥲
2026-03-05 11:51:37
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neko.uwu1
𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 :
trang thuê đồ ở đau v
2026-05-12 10:12:16
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rethsokunviraya6
ʚɞ :
KURAPIKAA [happy]
2026-03-03 06:14:14
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fearie.court
Fearie Court :
Tớ xin in4 chỗ thuê đồ zí ọo
2026-03-03 08:55:03
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huong_tra560
huong tra🌷 :
cos char nào cũng xinh v tròi
2026-03-03 05:27:59
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chuotnonot
Kaine💫🤍🌷 :
A lỉ chs Yorn hay vch
2026-03-03 05:42:19
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meysapika
Meysa :
so cute⛓
2026-03-07 05:11:00
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bibicutenhat
bún :
trang hay thuê đồ ở đâu the a
2026-03-05 03:46:07
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woojaemin_4882
titsss :
bảnh vâyh bé ơii
2026-04-05 14:01:45
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sinrune_gay
Love Bun 😝 :
ai mà bt ẻm nhỏ hơn mình tới tận 7 tuổi đau tr ;))😑😑
2026-04-05 05:06:36
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jus.t_kem
thủ lĩnh Paris. :
cos càng ngày càng xinh á Trang oii
2026-03-11 05:31:56
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ytkssbh
𓆝 Yawnzzn🦊. :
S đẹp zữ vị trời bt thik lắm khôn 😭
2026-03-03 05:28:15
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mymemoriesboutluv
yeumakimavl :
THẦN😭😭😭😭😭
2026-03-04 13:49:24
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my271112
my271112 :
🥰xin vía cos char nào cũm xinkkk🥺
2026-03-03 15:39:33
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loc.cachep1312
pepsi vị coca :
sợ á mom
2026-03-11 15:14:41
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1yse.historiaa
Ciel 华联 ⪩. .⪨ <3 :
jadi pengen cosplayy kurapikaa😭
2026-03-05 08:05:56
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nguyenkhacanhquan10
... :
hết kilua lạ ông này tao mê vãi
2026-03-04 15:12:16
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juanluiscamposvillegas
Juan Luis Campos Vil :
2026-03-05 12:24:52
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hnglq3508
hanah🌻 :
char nam mò vẫn xink:3
2026-03-03 05:30:37
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Five shots made Emma Carter the crowd’s punchline. Her silence made the chief referee look twice. Under the fierce Arizona morning sun, Emma stood at the championship firing line in an oversized gray hoodie, dark jeans, and worn white sneakers. Around her, spectators watched with the easy confidence of people who had already decided how this would end. National champion Jack Morrison handed her his competition rifle. “Five shots.” His grin drew a few chuckles from behind the safety barrier. To him, lending the quiet stranger his rifle was already paying off. Emma accepted it without answering. Behind clear protective glasses, her attention stayed downrange. She settled the rifle against her shoulder while Jack remained behind the firing line. “Good luck,” he said. The first shot cracked across the range. The electronic display remained blank. “Good start.” Jack’s voice carried just far enough for the people behind him to hear. Laughter followed. Emma neither turned toward it nor searched the faces watching her. She remained composed, the rifle directed toward the targets. Two more reports broke through the morning air. Still no score. “She missed!” someone called. Chief Referee Daniel Brooks had been watching the targets. Now his attention shifted toward the woman holding the rifle. The laughter seemed to pass her without changing anything. Her expression held. Her movements stayed measured. There was no visible scramble to recover from what everyone else had already labeled a failure. Emma fired twice more. Five shots. Five blank results. “Five perfect misses,” Jack announced. He looked pleased with the line. The spectators gave him the reaction he expected. Emma lowered the rifle slightly, keeping its muzzle safely downrange. She offered no excuse and made no move to challenge the laughter. Daniel watched her face, then the way she held the borrowed rifle. It was her composure that held his attention. After every apparent miss, she had behaved as though nothing unexpected had happened. “Interesting,” he murmured. Beyond the firing line, the displays stayed blank. Daniel kept watching Emma.
Five shots made Emma Carter the crowd’s punchline. Her silence made the chief referee look twice. Under the fierce Arizona morning sun, Emma stood at the championship firing line in an oversized gray hoodie, dark jeans, and worn white sneakers. Around her, spectators watched with the easy confidence of people who had already decided how this would end. National champion Jack Morrison handed her his competition rifle. “Five shots.” His grin drew a few chuckles from behind the safety barrier. To him, lending the quiet stranger his rifle was already paying off. Emma accepted it without answering. Behind clear protective glasses, her attention stayed downrange. She settled the rifle against her shoulder while Jack remained behind the firing line. “Good luck,” he said. The first shot cracked across the range. The electronic display remained blank. “Good start.” Jack’s voice carried just far enough for the people behind him to hear. Laughter followed. Emma neither turned toward it nor searched the faces watching her. She remained composed, the rifle directed toward the targets. Two more reports broke through the morning air. Still no score. “She missed!” someone called. Chief Referee Daniel Brooks had been watching the targets. Now his attention shifted toward the woman holding the rifle. The laughter seemed to pass her without changing anything. Her expression held. Her movements stayed measured. There was no visible scramble to recover from what everyone else had already labeled a failure. Emma fired twice more. Five shots. Five blank results. “Five perfect misses,” Jack announced. He looked pleased with the line. The spectators gave him the reaction he expected. Emma lowered the rifle slightly, keeping its muzzle safely downrange. She offered no excuse and made no move to challenge the laughter. Daniel watched her face, then the way she held the borrowed rifle. It was her composure that held his attention. After every apparent miss, she had behaved as though nothing unexpected had happened. “Interesting,” he murmured. Beyond the firing line, the displays stayed blank. Daniel kept watching Emma.

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