"Hey...... Hey...... It's a new day. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info my blood food, the taste of rat meat...... Why? Isn't it delicious. A somber chuckle, with the sound of a chain of metal mopping the floor, sounded from behind the closed wooden door behind Mu Ge.

At the corner of his mouth, a trace of scarlet blood dripped down his lips, slashing across his neck, staining the jagged wounds red.

All over the body, dozens of wounds, or scarred, or extremely red, you can still see the white bones under the red flesh.

Mu Ge heard the sound of the door behind him, and his body was silent, but immediately, the mouth that was supposed to chew mouse meat moved and swallowed the rat meat with a strong fishy smell.

From beginning to end, Mu Ge's eyes were surprisingly calm, like ice piled up by a blizzard that has been going on for years. No matter how great the power is, it can't shake it in the slightest.

"You..... It's finally here. Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, the corners of Mu Ge's mouth actually provoked a trace of arc, with a chill, cold, but like a white lotus on a snowy mountain, making people not feel any murderous aura.

The eyes covered by the black hair, the strange light flowed, as if a hunter who had been waiting for a long time smelled the breath of the prey.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and a figure stopped behind Mu Ge.

With a pale face, a face full of stubble, and iron chains wrapped around his body, the man's face was indifferent, looking down at Mu Ge's head, and his mouth was pulled fiercely,

"Bastard! I told you! Don't talk to me like that again! The man let out a beastly roar in his throat, and a dusty palm descended on Mu Ge's head like a bolt of lightning, and then slapped it down heavily.

With his five fingers folded, he grabbed almost half of Mu Ge's hair, and the man stared at his eyes with a cruel sneer, and kept pulling his palm back holding his hair like a madman.

One nerve and one nerve, a thousand hairs are like a heart.

"Boom!" There was a bang, the man pulled Mu Ge's hair, constantly shaking up and down, listening to the sound of Mu Ge's head and the iron chair, the man first chuckled, and then turned into a crazy laugh.

It seemed that the sound of the crash sounded to him, like a heavenly sound.

In the entire room, only the man's raging laughter and the muffled sound of the impact reverberate. A few rats hid in a dark corner, shivering, their fur tightly tightened, not daring to make the slightest noise, as if they were afraid that in the next second, bad luck would befall them.

After a long time, the man finally let go of his hand, and the laughter gradually stopped.

He looked at the bloody red marks on the back of Mu Ge's head, and the excitement in his eyes disappeared completely, turning into boredom.

"Why don't you call! You should have a heart-rending howl! As food, I am your master, and I command you...... Call! The man roared, clenched his fists, and roared into Mu Ge's ears.

On the second day after Mu Ge was arrested here, the man tortured Mu Ge in the same way, after all, he was a teenager, and Mu Ge kept howling. Day 3, Day 4, Day 5......

This kind of torture is unconsciously regarded as a daily pleasure by men.

But I don't know when it started, facing the torture of men again, Mu Ge began to be silent. Like a puppet without any feelings, no matter how crazy the man is, Mu Ge has never shouted.

The more silent Mu Ge is, the harder he will work, and the harder the man pushes, the more silent Mu Ge will be.

Gradually, the man became irritable, and in the face of Mu Ge, he seemed to feel that he had become a clown, and he tried his best to prepare tricks every day, but Mu Ge was indifferent.

He was angry, he roared, and every day when he gnawed at Mu Ge's flesh, he would open and close that mouth until it was sore, and he would bite like a hungry wolf.

But even so, Mu Ge didn't react, and even every time a man ate his flesh and blood, he would endure the pain, look at him with a smile, and ask softly: "Is it fragrant?" ”

Gradually, the man became afraid. Fear of Mu Ge's indifference, fear of Mu Ge's composure.

is obviously a prisoner, but every time he faces Mu Ge, the man feels as if he is the one who is in captivity.

Mu Ge fed himself with his own flesh and blood, and when the time came, he would be eaten by Mu Ge.

"No!" The man's mind was instantly messy, and he roared at Mu Ge with all his strength, as if he wanted to drive away the inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Bang!" In the distance, on a wall, an old stone skin, which was already crumbling, seemed to be unbearable to the man's roar, and finally broke, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Several bedbugs that had been hiding in the cracks of the stone skin fell down together as the stone skin fell off. As soon as they appeared, they scattered and fled.

Instinctively, a bug crawled at the man's feet and crashed into the chain that surrounded the man and dragged him to the ground.

As if aware of the obstacles, the bug began to turn around, ready to flee in a different direction.

But just as he turned around, a big foot fell from the sky and trampled him directly on the sole of his foot.

"Boy, you're like a bedbug in my eyes. I can crush you to death at any time, if you don't want to die, you have to have the consciousness of being a blood eater! The man looked down at the toe that was stepping on the bedbug, and began to twist the soles of his feet with a smoldering fire.

The soles of the feet are pressed against the ground, twisting faster and faster. After a while, a patch of green juice spurted out of the soles of the man's feet. By the time the man lifted his feet, the bed bug's body had turned into small pieces of brown debris.

Only the puddle of green juice the size of a fingernail proved that bed bugs once existed.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Hahaha......"

On the iron chair, Mu Ge shrugged his head, the back of his head and the countless bloody wounds that had just collided with the iron chair, Mu Ge didn't seem to feel the slightest, he let the blood entangle, gather, and then fall down his backbone a little, a little bit, slippery.

Mu Ge chuckled, his wounded shoulders on both sides kept stirring, and then laughed out loud as the man had tortured him just now, with a sarcasm in his laughter...... and banter.

"Blood-eating? That's right, as a blood food, you should have the consciousness of blood food! You said...... Is that right? Mu Ge suddenly raised his head, his neck against the corner of the iron chair, and his head was bent at ninety degrees.

From the bottom up, he looked up at the man, his hair flying and scattered in all directions, like sharp needles that could instantly thread a person into a sieve.

The man looked at Mu Ge, at the corners of his faintly hooked evil lips, and his body was enveloped in a cold air.

"Boom!" In the next second, the man's body moved back a few steps uncontrollably, stepping on the iron chain on the ground, and there was a loud buzzing sound.

"You...... Scared? Mu Ge smiled lightly, but there was no trace of warmth in his smile.

His eyes rolled upwards, staring at the man with the afterglow of a hunter's smile.

"I ......" the man's face twitched, but he had nothing to say. Suddenly, the man turned around directly, different from when he came, his steps were extremely messy, one step heavy, one step lighter, one step heavier, one step light....... Eventually, leaving the room.

"Don't you dare to eat it? It's a pity. Mu Ge quietly raised his head, looked at the only skylight on his side, and looked at the black snow outside the window, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly.

"Then tomorrow, it's up to me..... Come and taste you! Looking down at the mutilated wounds on his body, the oblique arc at the corner of Mu Ge's mouth became even more curvy.

A faint black gas, shallow and invisible, silently appeared on the outside of his body......

The meat pits that were asked to pass by men began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye......