Hunter's Abduction, a fruit farmer returns home for the New Year

Kunono has lived with this small group for nearly two months, and has already become one with the small partners.Except for that annoying Crone who harassed her from time to time, Feitan who glared at her with a gloomy face from time to time, and Madge who cooked to torture her from time to time, everything else was pretty good.She has long been used to such a busy life. For her, this kind of torture in practice is not worth the depression of a dish made by Ma Qi.

That's right, Marge, the seemingly omnipotent little beauty of the iceberg, can't cook.It's okay if you don't know how to cook, we don't have to cook.Unfortunately, cooking is one of March's few hobbies, which makes her little friends suffer.

Ma Qi definitely has a talent for making horrible dishes. After entering the kitchen for only 5 minutes, there will be black smoke, and even if the kitchen is blown up in half an hour, there will be only ruins left.This vandalism is a trivial matter, but you said that the kitchen was blown up, why did those pots of vegetables survive unharmed?It's unbelievable, isn't it? !This unscientific!Whenever it's March's turn to cook, their stomachs must be prepared to vomit and empty, and toilet paper is prepared because the diarrhea will continue.

These are not problems, but why do good ingredients feel like waste in her hands?I want to cry but have no tears, why there is horrible food everywhere.

The roast chicken that was promised, why didn't the internal organs be cleaned!The promised tofu soup, why is the tofu burnt?The stir-fried vegetables, why are the pieces of the shovel wrapped with the lettuce leaves?

Ma Qi's craftsmanship is similar to Mia's, if you meet, you will definitely meet each other.

A notice was posted on the door of the kitchen—March and dogs not allowed.

Flip the table!

——I’m Maggie, I was very angry when I saw the notice, and I worked diligently to study the recipes just to poison the dividing line of others——

Today is a good day for a small group to hold a group meeting. All the staff sat obediently in a row, waiting for Kuroro to share the fruits.

"We are well-known in Meteor Street, but our group doesn't have a real name yet. What suggestions do you have?" Ku Luoluo asked.The excellent concealment of that small face is inevitable.

There was a burst of chattering and chattering, which made the corner of Kuroro's mouth twitch, oh, please forgive these uneducated and tasteless guys.

"Call it the Phantom Troupe." A small voice sounded, and then got Kurollo's approval.As expected of his sister, she has the same taste as him.

What a great moment this is. After many years, the A-level thieves team on the hunter bounty list, the phantom troupe that makes people feel timid.Its reputation is comparable to that of a hundred-year-old family - the Hakka family, the thief and the killer, are really two loving professions with the same notoriety.

Kuroro looked around, "Who wants to be the leader?"

Quiet, they had been looking forward to Kuroro before, so naturally they respected him as the head of the regiment, and Kuroro naturally accepted it without being pretentious.Their leader's occupation is naturally the style of Meteor Street, thieves, they have no sense of the road and no sense of shame.Why not do it if it benefits your own interests by harming others?

"In the brigade I am the head, you are the limbs,

In principle, the limbs should faithfully obey the instructions of the mind.

But... this is the functional principle of the organization,

It has nothing to do with life or death, if the mind is dead, as long as someone inherits the position.

Sometimes limbs are more important than brains.

Don't put the cart before the horse...my order comes first, but not my name, I'm part of the brigade.

What should exist is not an individual but a brigade.

Don't forget this..."

Kuroro stood up and said the group building quotation.He has always been calm and rational, able to analyze the pros and cons, and disregarded his own life and death.Not as good as Meteor Street people, most of them can understand and do this.

"Krollo, no, Captain, does our Phantom Troupe have any mascots?" Kraun asked, only focusing on Kunono.It would be great if the goddess is willing to be a mascot.

Kuroro understood what Kraun meant, and although he wanted to second this opinion, as a senior sister controller, he resolutely gave up this idea.Nuonuo only needs to be his own mascot. For a brigade, he can use a spider instead.The fat spiders who watched the foundation screws being raised thought so.

"Spider, [-]-legged spider, this is the logo of our Phantom Troupe. Marge, each of you will get a tattoo later, and you can choose your own number," Kuroro ordered.

Looking at Kuroro with his chin resting, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Kuroro turned to look at her as if he had sensed it, and closed the book in his hand, "What do you want to say?"

"Grandmother intends to let me accept her position and then join the Presbyterian Church." To leave Meteor Street, in addition to having a powerful puppet, you also need the consent of the Presbyterian Council.She has always been a greedy person, how could she let go of such a big piece of fat from the Presbyterian Church?What's more, the current Presbyterian Church is just an organization that exists in name only. If the Presbyterian Council can be controlled, the entire Meteor Street can almost be left to run amok.

There is no reason why they don't understand, they will leave Meteor Street sooner or later, but this is their home, it is their seldom concern, and they really need a guarantee. "What are you going to do?"

As long as it was something Nuonuo wanted to do, he would not stop him, even if he caused any trouble, he would also block it.

Kunono played with Kuroro's slender and slender fingers, showing a faint smile, and only she could understand the touch. "I want to be a reserve member, and I will formally join the group after I finish handling the matter. As for the number, I want a special number 0, remember to keep it for me."

"it is good."

Everyone picked their favorite number, Kuroro was unanimously promoted as number 1, and Fei Tan also unceremoniously asked for number 2.Nobunaga is No. 3, Finx is No. 5, Crohn is No. 6, Pike is No. 9, Madge is No. 10, and Wo Jin is No. 11. These numbers are not in order of strength, but are personal preferences. , it is not difficult to join the Welcome Brigade, as long as you are strong enough, no matter who you are, the Phantom Brigade welcomes you.Of course, this is only true if there is no full capacity.If the Phantom Troupe is full, killing one of its members will cancel his position.

The footsteps of spiders never stop.

The spider's New Year never betrays.

The purpose of the spider is to run amok.

In order to celebrate such a great day, March decided to cook a delicious meal by himself.There is no base for materials, so she threw a cold look at Finks and Xinzhang who were about to slip away, "You go out to find ingredients, and you must come back before dark, or you can add food." How bad her cooking skills are, but she is not ashamed of it.Who said women must be able to cook?How about cooking delicious food?Her food can kill, which is also a kind of strength.

I originally planned to go out and grab some good ones to celebrate, but now it's the same no matter what I grab, it will kill people if I eat it, so why do you mind what you eat?They could only kneel down and beg March to raise their hand.

"March, I'll cook today." Kunono suggested.

March hesitated, but agreed anyway.Everyone cheered inwardly.It's great not to have to die in the toilet. Although they don't know how Kunono's cooking skills are, they firmly believe that there will be no one who is more vicious than Madge's cooking skills.Furthermore, looking at Kuroro who is still alive and kicking today, one should know that at least the food she cooks cannot be eaten to death.

In this regard, I can only say, little spiders, you are too happy.

Gi Tan, who had seen Kunono's cooking skills, had already turned pale, with murderous aura flying around, and Kuroro also looked bad, but disappeared in a blink of an eye, and no one saw it except Madge.

March's intuition told her that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.It seems that she should settle her own dinner first.

Kraun made flowers, and the goddess had to cook for herself, so he must eat a few more bowls.

Finks, Nobunaga who were looking for ingredients, and Wojin who volunteered to join rushed to find ingredients happily and came back soon.The food brought by holding them or exchanging or violence was very excited and placed in front of Kunono.

"Beautiful job, extra meal at night."

What they don't know is that hell is coming.

Kunonuo didn't have much effort in the kitchen, so he conjured up a few dishes as if by magic.The dishes are brightly colored and full of fragrance, which makes people's index fingers move.I have to say that the presentation of this dish is quite good.

Sitting in his own seat, he distributed the greatest weight to the three people, Funks Xinchang and Wo Jin, who had paid the most.

Looking at the food in front of them, they were moved to tears.Finally able to eat steaming and delicious meals, Kunono is simply a savior.

In the blink of an eye, Wo Jin wiped all the delicious food on the plate, and burped in deep satisfaction.The taste is really good, and the craftsmanship of Kunono is really not covered.As soon as he thought of this, Wo Jin rolled his eyes and passed out, the corners of his mouth twitched continuously, and then spit out white bubbles.

Seeing this situation, it was too late to stop.Especially Nobunaga and Finks, more than half of them have already entered their mouths, but they are only half a beat behind Wojin.The taste in the mouth is slowly changing, and there is a subtle chemical reaction going on in the mouth.Under the action of saliva as a catalyst, the salty taste has turned into an unstoppable thick bitterness sweeping through the mouth, and the slightly sweet fragrance has become extremely spicy.Grass mud horse, I'm going to breathe fire!

As if looking at the seven beauties of the wonders of the world, watching Nobunaga spew out flames.

"Nobunaga! You actually stole Feitan's Ringsing Sun!" Kraun exclaimed.

Feitan's hand stopped, and a chopstick flew straight towards the fussy Kraun.Just when Kraun's "beautiful face" was about to lose his face and his face changed drastically, the chopsticks fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Maqi who was eating. Although he wondered why Maqi ate so slowly today, he still let go of his doubts and said gratefully: "Thank you." If Maqi hadn't cut off the chopstick just now , he is about to be disfigured, and he will definitely be disgusted by the goddess.

"Maqi, what do you want to do?" Feitan looked at Maqi who was eating like a snail in displeasure.

"There is no infighting between the members of the regiment." He said coldly, picking up the chopped green onions on the plate.

You must be stalling for time, you must be!What about being cold and cold?It's too fake to play picky eaters on Meteor Street.

"Everyone eat up, if anyone dares to escape, I don't mind controlling him to eat up everyone's food~" Kunono sat on the chair shaking his slender legs, smiling harmless.

Devil, you devil!Everyone raised a middle finger in their hearts.

Kuroro was very calm, eating in a leisurely manner, and looked at the crowd from time to time who were about to cry.

Whoever made you reject the food made by Maqi so much deserves to be punished by Nuonuo.Fortunately, he has gotten used to it. To be reasonable, Nuonuo's lethality is definitely more powerful than his mother's.

Looking at the head of the group who was very calm, everyone was silent.Captain is fine!The leader is mighty!The group leader has already become a habit of eating, will this become a portrayal of their future?I don't want to expect such a future at all!

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