About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

tasty? !

what is this! !

Wait, what did I eat just now!

No. 2 looked at the empty plate in front of him. It should have been charcoal-grilled kraken just now, but it suddenly disappeared.

"Although there is a saying that food that is too delicious will paralyze people's nerves, but! Is it like this!?"

He obviously didn't drink alcohol, but he seemed to be in a carnival amusement park, where demons danced wildly and learned for nothing.

Stomach really hurts.

But that was not because of mourning, but a kind of ecstasy!Joy makes the stomach feel happy and want to laugh.

Not good, not good!

good to eat! !Why is it so delicious! !

He wanted to stand up and ask, but found that his legs were trembling uncontrollably, and the leader was desperately enduring it in order to maintain his majesty.

No. 2's eyes quickly fell on No. 1, and found that she was moved to tears.

"Hey! General, don't... let us try the dishes for you."

In order to cook a delicious meal for his wife, the general broke out with all his strength and improved his stagnant cooking skills again.

The delicacy of the mythical creature itself is enough to numb the brain, and the ingredients themselves are raised from purified seawater, almost without any pollution.

The general's culinary skills have brought out the deliciousness of the ingredients several times, even dozens of times.

He clearly felt that he hadn't consumed alcohol, but because of the ultimate delicacy, the Clown King seemed to feel his eyes shaking.

"Uh, don't be polite to me, I also know that you have to deal with that girl recently, clown."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Take a look at the kraken schnitzel, it's my confident dish."

"You, what are you talking about, it's impossible... um."

The Clown King's hands didn't listen to his voice at all, and dropped the knife towards the cutlet.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The hand that let go of the knife blocked the hand that held the fork. The Clown King seemed to be fighting something.

But... it was like a chess game full of disadvantages, struggling with weak strength, and slowly entering the final game.

When the delicious fried meat fell into the mouth, the savory taste of the shrimp and the elasticity of the thick meat seemed to push back, so the Clown King couldn't help but let out a happy voice.

Excessive deliciousness is like a kind of anesthetic, which brings more than just a happy stimulation.

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Half an hour later, No. 2 was lying on the ground completely unable to move, a full portion of a general's standard, which was eaten by ordinary mortals.

The sense of satisfaction was indescribable, and the sense of expansion made him give up thinking.

Faintly heard a faint cry from the side.

The little cries also complicated the mood, gradually diluting the happiness brought by the food of mythical creatures.

He was the first to get up, looking at the general who calmly took the eighth portion, and seeing even the senior clown lying on the ground staggeringly.

Clutching his stomach, No. 2 went to the bathroom first.

It felt like the whole internal organs were turned upside down by this delicacy, and when I came back, I found that the senior clown and the general seemed to be arguing.

"Anyway, if you can't do it, you can't do it!"

"Clown, don't be stingy, I need someone to try it for me."

"No! If you do this, the meeting will not be able to go on."

It was originally the practice of this evil organization to have a meeting while eating, but now it has become a meeting after dinner, which feels a bit complicated.

Lord Nuonuo seems to have climbed back by himself, and Sister Bat and Sister Hunter were helped back by Sister Wolf.

As for the leader, he was still on the ground as a corpse.

The expression of No. 1 is very calm, just like usual, but if you observe carefully, you will find a shy red mark on that indifferent expression.

The quarrel between the general and senior clown could not be stopped.

"Well, how about letting me try it?"

"Hey! No. 2, what are you thinking! The general wants to improve his cooking skills, or you will die."

"No matter how you say it, it's impossible to make a delicacy that eats dead people."

No. 2 felt that Senior Clown's statement was too exaggerated, and the most important thing was that it was the general who wanted to cook a meal for his wife.

This kind of hard work, this kind of dedication, No. 2 was a little envious and jealous.

"In this case, I have nothing to say, the meeting will be postponed for half an hour, I will go to rest first."