[Hunter] Spider No. 8

It was already late at night when Kuroro and Blue finally decided where to stay.

This empty house looks like it has been unoccupied for a long time, the TV on the sofa and the dining table are covered with dust.But neither of them complained.

On the one hand, Kuroro has long been used to such a bad environment, and on the other hand, Blue has followed Jin on various expeditions in the past few years, and he has never seen any dirt.

"Who knows that there is really no one here." Bruce complained while boiling water with a sad face: "Fortunately, I found a room with electricity, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to cook instant noodles."

"Yeah." Kuroro sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, with his hands spread out, resting very relaxedly, the light above his head shone brightly on his face.

Bruce accidentally saw this scene, and he thought to himself that the bandit leader is so hateful, how could he be so good-looking.

"You rely on these things so much, how did you solve it when you were exploring with Jinfrix?"

Kuroro opened his eyes, but nothing could be seen clearly in his dark eyes.

Bruce thought for a while and explained: "Actually, it's not dependent, it's just a habit of being lazy sometimes. If you don't have electricity, you can use branches to boil water, and if you don't have instant noodles, you can roast game."

Bruce felt that he missed the days of exploring with Jin more and more, and that kind of freedom could make him smile sincerely.

Kuroro saw everything in his eyes, he put away his relaxed posture calmly, and clasped his hands.

"You miss that kind of life very much." Kuroro asked him, "Or do you miss Golden Forest?"

Bruce froze.

Kuroro was still so calm, but the sensitive person smelled a different crisis, as if he was facing an enemy.

"What do you want to say?" Bruchi asked, "I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"Don't pretend to be stupid." Kuroro suddenly laughed: "Do you like him?"

"So impatiently waiting for him to pick you up, trusting him so much?"

Bruce backed away again and again in shock: "You know?"

Kuroro's contemptuous appearance made people love and hate: "Your acting skills are too bad."

"If it was you before, maybe you can still take a chance from me."

Bruce lowered his face, "What do you want." He raised his neck simply, with a haughty look: "I said it earlier, I want to leave."

Kuroro's soft laughter echoed in the huge empty room, mixed with the beeping of the kettle reminder, the atmosphere in the whole room was very strange.

"I don't want to do anything, your water is boiling, go make some noodles."

Blue gasped and ran to the kitchen.

That's what living with Kuroro is like, you never know what's going to happen next second.

"I'm not afraid of him."

Bruce tore open the condiment packet as he murmured: "What's so scary about him, he has a nose and two eyes, but his strength is just a little bit higher than mine."

Bruce picked up the water bottle and whispered angrily, "I like you, you big-headed ghost."

"You're the one who likes gold. Your whole family likes gold."

After thinking about it, Bruce still couldn't get angry, so he picked up the vinegar and poured half a bottle into Kuroro's bowl of noodles.

"You're sour."

He laughed.

Bruce brought out the soaked instant noodles, ignored the person holding the book over there, put the instant noodles heavily on the clean table, and started to eat quietly.

Kuroro ignored him, as if the book in his hand was the most worthwhile place in the world to stay.

The atmosphere was tense, as if it was going to rain in the next second.

But it was relieved under the suddenly extinguished lights.

The bulb blew up.

"?"

At this time, Bruce still didn't forget the "thorny" suction surface, and he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark room for a moment, so he could only close his eyes and wait for a while before opening them.

Then a kiss came over it.

Kuroro, who didn't know when came over, licked his lips, and said in an unclear voice: "The taste of instant noodles."

"..."

Bruce lowered his head against the table, his ears were red even without looking.

Kuroro took the opportunity to glance at the pile of debris, and nimbly crushed an unremarkable small stone mixed into it into ash.

"Don't you close your eyes and wait for me to kiss you?"

In the darkness, only Kurolo's question could be heard. Bruce raised his head and rolled his eyes, and continued to eat noodles, ignoring him.

"Would you like to light a candle?"

It is rare for Kuroro to be so persistent: "I have one."

Bruce snorted, "Why do you carry candles with you?"

"Hmm... read a book."

The expected answer.

With a "bang", the ignited flame illuminated the world.

Kuroro sat across from Bruce, with his sleeves rolled up, full of family taste.He fixed the candle and placed it in the middle of the table.

Bruce felt as if he was captivated by the candlelight, otherwise why, he felt that this scene was so familiar, deja vu?

"what happened?"

Kuroro glanced at Bruce, "Are you still hungry?" He put down the bowl he just picked up in his hand, and pushed it in front of Bruce: "Eat."

Bruce swears that he must be bewitched by the beauty—otherwise, how can he explain that he actually picked up the bowl and started eating!

"..."

An indescribable sour taste filled his entire mouth, and Bruce was shocked by the taste for an instant; when he looked at the person opposite, he had a smirk on his face.

"Hey!"

Bruce wiped his mouth: "Evil-minded guy."

Kuroro supported his head with one hand, and said with a smile, "I don't know who did it first."

Bruce was very aggrieved, he pushed away the bowl and was about to leave: "Don't eat, you can solve it yourself."

Kuroro smiled: "The time is just right, let me tell you a story."

Bruce sat down again. It was the first time he heard a story, and he refused to leave after his curiosity was hooked.

"what story?"

"A story about a little prince, long, long ago..."

******

Long, long ago, in a kingdom that was always covered with snow, a little prince was born.

The little prince was different from birth. He was different from ordinary people's black hair and black eyes. The appearance of blue eyes and silver hair alarmed the whole palace.

Because there is such a prophecy in the legend that a boy with silver hair and blue eyes will destroy the whole country.

The king didn't think so at first. He was a very enlightened monarch and thought it was just a legend.

But when the little prince began to grow up, he discovered to his horror that the little prince was indeed different from others.

Like a demon, he can control others.

He has no heart.

The little prince's mother is a noble and elegant woman, and she is also a loyal believer of God.Years later, after discovering that she had given birth to such a "demon", the little prince was handed over to the Pope screaming.

"The great god heals all things."

The pope accepted the little prince and closed the door with a smile.

No one knows what happened behind the closed door.

Only one day, the door was opened.

The little prince, covered in blood, came out holding the Pope's head.

Screams, fleeing people.

The little prince saw only one person.

"Mother……"

The little prince held out his hand to his mother.

"Go away! You monster!"

The terrified woman hugged the child in her arms tightly, and all the hatred and pain came to the little prince.

"go to hell!"

The little prince did not die.

A country favored by God abhors the death penalty.

He was thrown on Meteor Street.

"Angus Albert Christian, in the name of God, I remove you."

"From now on, you are not allowed to step into the Snow Country again!"

He woke up from the airship, and someone full of malice read aloud for him, and he fell on Meteor Street.

"My name is Angus White."

He introduced himself like this, and white became his only memory.

******

"A bunch of nonsense."

Bruce pursed his lips, and declared bluntly and rashly: "I don't believe you."

"I'm pretty normal." Bruce stood up and said coldly, "I'm a transformation system, not a control system. I don't know how to control others."

"I've lost my memory, of course you can say whatever you want."

Kuroro still maintained the posture of propping his chin with one hand, he smiled and did not answer.

Blue walked around the house, he was restless, feeling very angry and wronged: "Speak up!"

"Krollo! It's not fun to lie to people like this!"

Kuroro withdrew his hand, leaned back on the chair, tilted his head and asked, "You are so flustered because you know I'm not lying."

"I'm also surprised that your control has disappeared."

Kuroro's fingers tapped on the table regularly: "But it doesn't matter, you can always get it back."

"Everything you lost, I will get it back for you."

The author has something to say: the group number is 544358835, and everything that is harmonized is in it!Don’t you want to add a hair? =3=