In Mu Ge's smile, Han Feng's eyes widened little by little. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info seemed to be spreading fear, and Mu Ge's smile made him feel as if he was enveloped by a breath of death, as if he was like an ant from beginning to end, being played with by Mu Ge's palm.

"Bastard, it's far from over!"

Like an enraged beast, Cold Wind clenched the blue sword in his hand, his body turned into a streamer, and he rushed towards Luffy.

"Are you angry? But this ...... It's just the beginning, if you want to become a hunter, you must be ready to become a prey!" Mu Ge smiled deeply as he listened to the sound of footsteps due to the rapid movement of the cold wind, and he couldn't feel any temperature.

"If it's prey, it's you!" the cold wind screamed hysterically, his eyes fixed on the wood-like path in front of him, which didn't move in the slightest because of his movements.

Is this ignoring yourself?

Damn megalomaniac!

Looking at Mu Ge who was shrouded in darkness, the cold wind opened and closed his mouth, and his two eyes were bloodshot, as if they might explode at any time.

"Die!" Seeing that the blue sword had reached the top of Mu Ge's head, even if Mu Ge wanted to dodge, there was no possibility, and the cold wind suddenly let out a crazy laugh.

In just one moment, the young man in front of him will be split in half by himself.

Thinking of the sight of blood gushing from the wound like a fountain when Mu Ge's body parted, Han Feng's body couldn't help but tremble.

For a moment, the cold wind seemed to have felt the drops of warm liquid flowing onto his body, and then, licked by himself with the tip of his tongue, down his throat, sliding, letting his stomach juice digest it, and then ...... Turned into a provision and fed Yu himself into one.

"Poof!" the blue sword finally fell, slashing from the top of Mu Ge's head.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and when the blue sword finally fell to the ground, splitting a crack in the wall of silver and iron, the cold wind froze.

Looking up, looking at Mu Ge, who was slashed by the blue sword in front of him and slowly dissipated, the smile on Han Feng's face froze for a moment.

"Would you like to see my blood spill in the sky? A low murmur sounded behind the cold wind, soft, but cold.

Those words, like ice picks, pierced into his body little by little along the back of the cold wind, and could freeze him at any time as his blood flowed.

"So, let's just switch our roles a little bit. Mu Ge stood behind the cold wind, his hands in his pockets, his face remained lightly smiling, looking at the trembling body in front of him, the black sickle in his hand was like a streamer, directly drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air.

"Click!"

A blood-colored trail cut through the sky along the trajectory of the black sickle, like a blood flower, blooming in mid-air for the most beautiful moment.

"Ahh

On his back, his clothes had been sliced open, and the skin in that row of spine had been sliced open, revealing the white bones inside. At this moment, he is like a human skin being skinned alive,

Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

The blue sword in his hand fell silently to the ground, making a crisp whisper, as if mourning for the cold wind again, but the next moment, it directly turned into countless blue lights and disappeared.

The pain behind him made the cold wind fall into fear. A wave of pain took over his whole body like a tide. Even the cold wind himself could see that a stream of blood was flowing down his chest and towards his mouth.

He knew that it was the blood of his own body! The thought that his mouth would taste his own blood made his whole body tremble.

"I'm going to kill you!" tilted his head, as if he wanted to stare at Mu Ge, but every squirm of his muscles caused his back to vibrate even more intensely.

Like thousands of sharp needles, they kept stimulating every nerve in his body.

"Really, before that, let me taste you. I was told that everyone's flesh and blood had a different taste, mellow, loose, or fishy. I smell it, and there is a little white breath in you. I don't want to eat you, but ....... I want to get Xiaobai's breath back little by little, because it's ...... Not dead yet!"

Mu Ge walked over to the cold wind's shoulder, lowered his head, and sniffed the blood gushing out of his body, but the black scythe he held in his hand dissipated silently.

Mu Ge licked and gritted his teeth, looking at the cold wind that was constantly struggling on the ground, and hooked the corners of his lips, revealing an evil smile. The dark right eye could not see joy, anger and sorrow.

"Yu, eat! Eat him, you can continue to grow, in order to survive in this world. ”

"But...... But....... They're one of our kind!"

"So what does it matter? we're all food!"

Suddenly, the sound of two conversations echoed in Mu Ge's ears for no reason, and in his mind, a blurred picture changed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Ge seemed to see that a mother-like woman was holding a blood-stained stump, like a human arm, and the five fingers were clearly visible.

The woman smiled and handed the stump to a child less than a meter tall in front of her.

With a look of horror on his face, the child took two steps back, then turned and fled directly into the distance.

"You ...... It's going to die. Poor little fellow, if you don't eat people, you will become blood food in other people's mouths. ”

.......

The picture stopped at this point, Mu Ge was excited, blinked again, and those pictures disappeared without a shadow like a water moon mirror flower.

Only a low murmur echoed in his mind: "Eat, eat it, you are the feather, and you can really grow." ”

Who's talking?

Mu Ge looked at the cold wind under him that was weakening and the breath of life was weakening, and licked the corners of his mouth.

It doesn't matter who he is, he is now, just Mu Ge!

Give to the grave and lament for it!

Opening his mouth and smelling the bloody breath that kept coming to his nose, Mu Ge's face froze, opened his mouth, and bit directly into Han Feng's left arm.

The teeth pressed against the skin, squeezing inward, and the flesh and blood continued to tighten in the bite of the teeth, as if to retreat. But in the end, there was no way to retreat, and in a dull tearing sound, a stream of blood burst out from Mu Ge's mouth.

"Is that what you mean by eating?"

Raising his head, his palm wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and Mu Ge's mouth kept chewing. Looking at the pale face and opening his mouth, it seemed to want to release the pain by howling. But the cold wind, which could not make a sound, moved his throat, as if he had swallowed something.

"As my first Blood Eater, I will remember you. ”

Looking at the cold wind that was dissipating little by little, the corners of Mu Ge's mouth slanted, and he lifted the purple sword and passed over his head.

Looking at the head that was rolling away, Mu Ge stood up with a facial expression, tasted the bloody breath in his mouth, and walked away with a sneer.

"Xiaobai, are you guiding me? Don't worry, those who have devoured your blood, I will devour them all and find what belongs to you for you. ”

"Your kindness makes you a blood food, so next, it's up to me to bloom the dark side that belongs to you and me!"