Ye Tianhong didn't know that Feng Xia's mind had already been asked to eat, he just saw that Feng Xia's eyes were full of panic, and his right hand was still very resistant to pick up the knife that was spit out of the dead man's mouth.

At this time, Feng Xia's right hand that picked up the knife was trembling, but due to the time constraints, coupled with the fact that the idea that the human head on the plate was her own, was slowly getting worse, Feng Xia had to force herself to start eating immediately, otherwise she was afraid that she would give up.

However, at the moment when Feng Xia's right hand holding the knife was just close to the dead man's face, a tongue instantly stretched out from the dead man's mouth, directly blocking the front of the knife.

This sudden fright made Feng Xia immediately stop her follow-up movements, and the tongue was also very restless, it stretched out towards the blade, and then slowly, little by little, so that Feng Xia could clearly feel the slow friction of the metal, slowly cutting herself from the middle!!

Feng Xia was so stimulated that her right hand suddenly wanted to be withdrawn, and cold sweat covered her forehead.

But the reason to live still made Feng Xia stretch out her left hand and immediately hold her trembling right arm, forcing herself to definitely not be able to take it back, otherwise she would not be able to bear the consequences of stopping.

Seeing that Feng Xia did not withdraw her hand, when her tongue was completely forked, she simply took it back, after all, if the game ended here, it would lose its own fun.

Feng Xia felt the torment of the slow metal cutting her tongue fade, and her whole body relaxed, as if she had just gone through an ordeal and was reborn, but looking at her head on the plate, her nerves tensed again.

This time, without the disturbance of the dead man's tongue, Feng Xia smoothly put the knife into the face of the head, and then bit her teeth fiercely, and Feng Xia inserted the tip of the knife into it.

Then Feng Xia didn't stop, and the tip of the knife was horizontal, cutting a deep wound on the dead man's face.

However, due to the appearance of the wound, the dark red blood flowed out along the blood, and as Feng Xia kept cutting the wound, the dark red blood gushed out more, and when Feng Xia's face was completely cut, the skin was completely soaked in blood, as if it had been touched with a layer of condiment.

I don't know for some reason, the skin that has been irregularly drawn into a square-like face does not take the initiative to fall off, but is still firmly glued to the face of the dead man.

In desperation, Feng Xia had no choice but to let go of her left hand, which was still holding her right arm, and stretched it out in front of the piece of skin she had cut, wanting to pull it down directly.

However, the cut skin of the face was still tightly connected to the flesh and blood below, and the edge cut by the knife was not cocked anywhere, and it was impossible for Feng Xia to grab a corner and tear it off.

After several failed attempts to pull, Feng Xia's heart was ruthless, and she actually stretched out the wound caused by the instant knife of her fingers.

The feeling of the flesh and blood stirring in the fingers and wounds made Feng Xia's stomach churn, making her start to retch, under this strong stimulation, Feng Xia's fingers bent violently, and then violently forced, and the whole face was forcibly deducted from the face of the dead man's head!

Without any hesitation, Feng Xia was afraid that if she looked at the things in her hands a few more times, she would not dare to eat it at all, so she simply sent it directly into her mouth while her face was buckled off.

A stimulating smell of blood and the sour smell of human flesh spread quickly in Feng Xia's mouth, and the mixed taste kept attacking her taste buds, so that Feng Xia had to use her left hand to block her mouth to prevent her body from instinctively making some movements.

But at this time, where did Feng Xia still have the idea of chewing, if her mouth was not blocked, she would have already spit out all the contents in her mouth and stomach.

However, the food must be eaten, and the chewing time in the middle cannot be less than thirty seconds, in order to be able to live, Feng Xia covered her mouth with four fingers at the same time, and while holding her chin with her palm, she kept moving her jaw up and down.

Eating is a process that should be enjoyed, but now it is truly becoming 'enjoyment'.

The short thirty seconds seemed to be a short time, but Feng Xia spent every second in extreme torment, suffering from the unbearable taste all the time, and even if she felt that her chewing time might have passed thirty seconds, she still forced her palm to move up and down a few times, after all, if she miscalculated the time, there was no room for recovery!

After more than thirty seconds of tooth tearing, the skin of the face has turned into small pieces of flesh, mixed with thick blood, they invade every corner of Feng Xia's mouth, forcibly enduring the churning sensation in her stomach, Feng Xia raised her head and swallowed everything in her mouth with great difficulty.

Ye Tianhong on the side looked at all this, his stomach was already a little disgusted, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, the person who designed himself was definitely a pervert, even if Feng Xia's eating process might be a vague reminder of a clue, but as for making it so disgusting, with this as a foreshadowing, he felt that even if a hearty meal appeared on the plate in front of him at this moment, he had no appetite to eat it at all.

After Feng Xia swallowed the contents of her mouth, her left hand strangled her neck, forcibly using this pain and pressure to prevent her from spitting out the food in her stomach.

But the face has only eaten the first piece, but Feng Xia has become like this, you can imagine how 'pleasant' it will be to eat the whole face.

As Feng Xia ate five more pieces of skin in a row, her face had already become extremely bad, her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, showing the torment that Feng Xia had endured, and as she kept eating, Feng Xia's nerves began to go out of sorts, feeling that the dead man's head was her own thoughts, constantly echoing in her brain.

At this moment, when Feng Xia stretched the knife to the dead man's head again with a somewhat confused look, the tip of the knife did not penetrate into the flesh as smoothly as before, but it was blocked outside.

At the same time, the tongue in the dead man's mouth stretched out again, but it didn't choose to interfere with Feng Xia, but instead the tip of its forked tongue was close to one of its eyeballs, as if reminding Feng Xia that what she should eat this time was this dead fish-white eye!