Is it a dream? Or is it reality?

He couldn't tell the difference. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Ten fingers connected to his heart, several of his fingers have been ruthlessly bitten off, but although the pain exists, it is not as intense as expected, on the contrary, it is gradually fading.

What the hell is going on?

He suspected that he was in a dream, but every time, when he realized that he was in a dream, he immediately detached himself from the dream. In another world, he suddenly realized the irrationality in that world, and then remembered the real world he was in—a reasonable world—and returned to that reality. This time, however, he couldn't do it anymore, because everything was something that could happen, everything was something that could happen.

Before he could think more, she continued to gnaw on his left hand. It turned out that what he had always felt was taken away, and what she held in her hand, was his left hand. The purple runes still flickered on the back of his hand, and even the blood could not stop its own light.

Quack!

The sound of bones shattering rang out. She didn't know what kind of protection her teeth had, and after a bite, she actually bit off half of his palm. The purple rune was extinguished at once, for everything that carried it was destroyed.

The bloody reality shredded his dreams.

The moment the purple rune went out, he was torn back from the chaos by a pain beyond imagination. He understood right away that it was not a dream. That level of pain doesn't happen in a dream, he just gets his palm gnawed off alive. The kind of pain that made him tremble all over, made him cry to death, and wanted to fall into despair was definitely a normal reaction to the palm of his hand being eaten alive.

The reason why he didn't react before was probably because of the effect of the purple rune, and it was the sage mode that suppressed his perception of pain. But now, the purple runes are completely extinguished, and the nerves responsible for perception continue to release hormones that make the brain aware of danger, and the greater the crisis, the more intense the pain will be, and it will also stimulate the body's instinctive response.

"Don't ...... Hold your mouth...... Can't ...... like that."

He frantically called her name in his heart, hoping that she would hear and respond somewhat. In reality, he could only spit out the simple words with difficulty, and at the same time raised his right hand, which was still intact, to touch her face.

His eyes were still open, his heart was still beating, and his strength had not yet been lost. He didn't just act on the instinct to survive, he believed in her, he believed that she could hear the cry of his heart.

She really seemed to hear something, and instead of continuing to gnaw at his left hand, she let it slip away, her crimson eyes meeting his eyes full of desire to survive.

The crimson pupils had long since dilated, and because congestion was that color, if she could still be explained by biology, then she should have seen a blood-colored world. Such a pair of pupils have lost the ability to express emotions, and are no longer windows to the soul, and if they do, they are also tightly closed. She looked at him quietly as she swallowed the part she had just eaten, a nonchalant smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

When his right hand came to her, it was about to touch her cheek. She didn't move until his hand touched her face, and she gently swung her body, rubbing his hand. Then she took his right hand with both hands, as if she cherished it, and then she began to eat his hand again.

"No, no......"

His eyes were torn apart, and his heart was like a knife.

She bit his wrist with the first bite, and the arteries and veins were all bitten off under this bite. Black blood, purple blood, red blood, all appeared in his eyes, and kept pouring out of the wound.

She bit his wrist intoxicated, as if she liked his blood. However, she soon became not satisfied with this, and began to devour his palm. Because, immediately there was no blood to flow in his palms.

His body twitched instinctively, but each twitch only added blood spurting from some wound. Watching the blood that symbolizes one's life force continue to drain, the pain gradually fades, and the fear of death occupies the absolute upper hand for a while.

'No, I don't want to die like that. By the way, I still have the power of the Purple Emperor, the power of calamity, move! ’

He commanded his body, commanded the forces that had existed, but it was as if he were in a dark primordial universe, and there was no response. His blood was bleeding so much that his body gradually stopped twitching. And the power of the so-called Purple Emperor also seems to have been easily cracked because of the disappearance of the purple rune.

'Liar, am I going to die like this?' Wait a minute, shouldn't I be the main character......'

His mind was in turmoil, stirring up boundless painful thoughts. He had the consciousness of death, but it was definitely not prepared for such a situation. He didn't want to die in this situation. He was in pain, he was struggling, and all his efforts were to no avail.

She continued to feast on his body, which grew colder and colder.

It's not just his body that colds out, it's his heart. After failing in his initial struggles, after being convinced that there would be no more hope of salvation, and after losing much of his perception of his body, he fell into a strange state of mind.

Because of the lack of blood supply, his eyes, his ears, and his various organs are all facing a crisis. All five senses are almost gone, only the brain is still functioning tenaciously. He was no longer able to clearly perceive the outside world, but at this time, because of the peace in his heart, he learned about his situation in another way. He felt that he should be out of his body, able to observe the reality of his being eaten from the perspective of God.

On the one hand, he despairs of the impending death, and on the other hand, he feels ridiculous that he is like this. I had always hoped to be able to get rid of the influence of the Purple Emperor's power, but I didn't expect that the day I got rid of it would also be the day he died.

To say that there are no regrets about dying like this would be a lie. He still has a lot of things to do, a lot of ideas that have not been realized, and a lot of worries left in this world.

But when he really felt that he was going to die, his heart was unexpectedly indifferent, and he didn't think about those regrets, but observed the process of his death from the perspective of God, and got the last pleasure from it.

She had eaten his entire left hand and was now on the offensive against his right forearm.

"Hey, you'd better eat slowly!"

"She is worthy of being my queen, and even her cannibalistic posture is so beautiful."

"But after eating me, the fate that awaits you is also tragic."

"I'm sorry, I wanted to change everything. However, if it's not the protagonist, it won't work. ”

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

……

She ate very carefully, and the first thing she ate was his limbs. She only bites the veins first, and when the blood can no longer flow, she will continue to eat the meat. Her teeth were strong, and her bite was as strong as that of a wild beast. She nibbled on his fingers as if she were eating french fries, and both the crunchy sound and the intoxicated expression on her face were very much in line with the scene when she ate french fries. She ate his palms like she was eating potato chips, tearing his flesh like bread, and chewing his bones like eating bones.

After losing his limbs, he was still alive with no power to resist, and at that time his senses had not been completely lost, and he could feel the feeling that his body was being eaten up little by little.

She then began to eat his internal organs, gouging out his organs with the palms of her hands, and swallowing them in large gulps. He felt that he had become a meal like a roast suckling pig, and the other party obviously did not want to let go of even an inch of flesh and blood.

From his limbs to his internal organs, and then down his vertebrae, all the way up to his brain, she ate him all clean, even the dirty blood scattered on the bed, and she devoured it as best she could.

And he didn't know where he was, it seemed that he was still lying down, and he seemed to be still contained in the stump, watching himself be eaten clean. He had no way of knowing what was going on in her heart, and while he repeated sorry in despair, he noticed that she showed a peculiar reaction when she devoured certain parts of his body. Her expression was indescribable when she ate his genitals, and the same was true when she ate his intestines.

She seemed to have a soft spot for his heart, and would rather suck out his brain first, rather than save the heart that had stopped beating until the end. She held the heart, held him. He looked at her in her hand and understood something. After she swallowed his heart, he fell into a long sleep in her body.