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83_83088The bear man in front of him was none other than himself, and above the half-melted giant face was the god of food. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Xiongren grinned and spoke at him, "What's so strange, people have three souls and seven spirits, except for gods, ghosts, and demons. Now that you're dead, I'm one of your three souls, and the one I didn't like to do the most in my life. So I volunteered to invite Sakura.,Come and slaughter you.,Let you also taste the taste of being killed.,Hehe.。。。 Let's go. After the bear man finished speaking, he finally let out a rage, dragged the iron chain with one arm, and forcibly entrusted the god of food into the stone gate. He doesn't seem to have the strength to resist, the other party's strength is too great compared to him..

Entering the stone gate, there is an area of thousands of square meters, and there are lamps and lanterns in the shape of human heads hanging on the roof, and the green light is released, which illuminates the entire stone house. In the middle of the stone chamber, there is a large square case, standing on top of a stone pillar on the ground of more than two meters, supporting in the space off the ground.

There was nothing around it, just smooth black stone bricks, which laid the ground very flat, and on the four walls of the house, there were indeed round stone holes, and in those holes, they were bigger than a large bowl, and the god of food did not know what these holes were for. At this time, he felt a shock pain all over his body, and he was thrown on top of the big wooden case with his back facing the sky, which was at least dozens of flat sizes, enough to fit his body.

Before the god of food could move, he was pressed to the ground by several wolf-headed soldiers who came up together, and then locked all four of his feet, and four black subway chains fixed his four feet to the case, and tied him there, so that his body could not move. The god of food looked up and saw his own reflection, and above his head, there was a smooth mirror, and the mirror was shining with white light, which clearly illuminated his bound body.

He turned into a fat pig more than four meters long, weighing more than a thousand catties, especially his own pig face, which fell into a huge lump, wrinkling the eyes of the two pigs into a gap.

"Flutter," the god of food felt a cold hard object and stabbed it into his ass, and then there was a heart-rending pain that made him unable to control his nerves and howled. In the midst of the rolling, he peeked through the reflection in the mirror that his buttocks were completely pierced by a sharp knife in the hand of the man-bear, and the blood sprayed out like a water tap, causing him to open his mouth and scream in pain, and soon he understood why he was able to protect his body.

He looked at the mirror vividly, the bear monster with his own face, with a knife, cut his flesh piece by piece, blood flowed all over the case, and even more terrifying spilled to the ground. He could feel the heart-rending pain when he was slaughtered, but he really wouldn't die, his flesh was cut off piece by piece, and even his intestines were cut and still wouldn't die, leaving only one of his hearts, and the six-layer pill and his own head untouched. Under his head was a blood-red throat bone with broken flesh, connecting his heart and the pill, the terrifying scene scared his forehead out of layers of sweat, although he was not dead, it was indeed better to live than to die!

Then, from the reflection of the mirror in front of him, he saw that the background of a man wearing a snow-white chef's hat was himself. At this time, his eyes could no longer move, he could only stare at it, and his eyeballs could not close his eyes, and his eyeballs could only stare in pain. He saw that his body, the bloody flesh that had been cut up, was quickly made into ingredients for all kinds of ingredients, including his organs and bones, on the bloody cases next to the "operating table" that were neatly spread out on the side of the "operating table". More than a dozen chefs, standing in front of the blazing pot, cooked one delicacy after another, and after these delicacies came out of the pot, they were served on the plate, and the pork dishes made were clearly displayed in the mirror in front of him, and each dish was his favorite dish.

At this time, in the mirror, he saw rows of holes in the stone wall after entering, and a human head began to emerge from the stone cave, and the human head was not someone else's head, but his own head. Circles of God-Eater heads, all out of the wall caves, there are hundreds of human heads. The more than 100 dishes and soups made from the flesh, blood, and bones on his body before were all served under the mouths of his own heads that came out of the holes, and wolf-headed monsters stood next to these heads, and then picked up these vegetables one by one, and then fed them to their mouths!

Every time these human heads come out, every time they take a bite of food, the food god's mouth feels a kind of vegetable taste, as if he has eaten these dishes himself to the mouth. However, although the taste was the same, he did not have that taste at all at this time, and only felt nauseous and nauseous, but he was horrified to see the bloody scene above his head, and saw that he still had any stomach, and only a naked bloody vertebrae were left, and there was a bloody heart and a six-colored Xuanguang hanging on it!

The god of food screamed, uncontrollably loud, he opened his mouth wide and laughed desperately, and then he saw a blue-faced and toothless ghost head sticking out of the mirror, and then he saw a darkness before his eyes.

The black immediately disappeared, and he saw that there was a green bloom in front of him, and the surrounding scene had all turned cyan, and he was walking on the ground, and he dared to reach out and touch all parts of his body, and it was not dissected. He looked down at his feet and body, not a pig, but himself, as if nothing had happened, like a nightmare.

The god of food heard all the sounds around him, a mournful and miserable sound, this kind of voice was not like a human voice, but like a mixture of people and ghosts, and the sound was very ugly and terrifying. He walked forward, the cyan light was emitted from all around, and he couldn't see where the light source came from, anyway, the surrounding area was cyan, and he could also illuminate the surroundings clearly. He felt that the environment around him was indeed a strange color, all of them were terrifying scenes, and the sky was a dark place, as if it was not the sky, but like a terrible space that could swallow everything. The ground he walked on was real, a rugged mountain road, and wisps of smoke drifting like mist. His gaze at this time, he could only see the scene twenty meters away, surrounded by an empty and pale green, he could clearly see the ground at a distance of twenty meters, all of them were those green fog, and no matter how far away, he couldn't see the thick green clearly, it seemed to be the darkness here.

The god of food walked forward, groping slowly, and walking carefully, and with every step he took, he felt that his heart was uneven, as if he had been mixed with something. He suddenly threw himself forward, and was knocked to the ground by something, and he lay on top of a forked branch, like a branch, and he was about to get up, but he heard a strange cry from his chest, the sound was like the cry of an owl, and his heart trembled violently, and his hands touched it, and it turned out to be a soft thing, and two tubular curved objects, and there was thick smoke next to it, it turned out to be his breathing, and the scalp of the god of food immediately opened the pot, and dared to get up from the ground reluctantly.

The thing that was pressed by him also climbed up with him, and stood up the same height as him, and the face of Dongding suddenly made him see clearly, with a green face and fangs, long red hair covering his ears, a pair of eyes that were shining red, a nose like a rabbit's, and a tall and slender body as thin as firewood, it raised its pair of long hands like knives and pounced on him.

The god of food suddenly remembered at this time, the grimace he saw in the mirror just now was the same as this hungry ghost, he dared to swell and protect his body, but he immediately felt a feeling of breath energy, which was one layer less than before, he knew that this was falling into the next one, but unfortunately, he really couldn't convert the spirit energy in his body into courage.

The hungry ghost screamed and threw him to the ground, and he was pressing a few bones on his back, and then he heard the sound of sobbing in his ears, and countless of the same hungry ghosts got up from him, screamed, and threw themselves on his body, and the mouth of this ghost kept crying "Hungry." After they pounced, they scratched, tore and bit at his body, and the god of food was like an ordinary person, with no low resistance at all, and the flesh and skin on his body were torn apart by these demons again, and even in the end, only the bones were torn apart.

He could even smell the smell of blood on his body and his own flesh, the painful feeling of being torn off, Sihao was not pressed by the pain of being cut by a knife in battle, but he still did not die, but he had this painful feeling that life was worse than death.

The god of food gasped heavily, unable to scream. He saw the darkness in the sky, depressurized towards the ground, and the green light around him became lighter and then disappeared, and his body was swallowed up by the darkness that pressed down.

After the darkness had vanished, a pale white brilliance rose before his eyes, like a rising sun, rising from the horizon, and the earth was pitch black, except that near the half-miserable belly of the fish, patches of pale white light were reflected. He got up from the ground, and when he touched his body, it was still intact, it was all hallucination, and he used his internal strength, feeling that he had lost a layer of energy. His mind is now in a coma, and he can't remember how many levels this is, and what's even more terrifying is that there is not much left of his courageous breath--461291+cqsqc+379-->.

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