As strange as it may seem, I did hear the baby's voice. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info she told me that she chose me, what does this mean, does it mean that I will also be put into the pot to cook?

"Would you like to?"

The voice rang out again, but I was still confused. Maybe it's too stupid to see me. The baby in the pot actually laughed, and it looked so cute.

"If you want, you can live. If you don't want to, you can only die. ”

When he said that he could live, the baby still had a smiling face. But when he said he died, his face had turned pale. If it was on a normal day, I would definitely think I was crazy, because how could such a small baby talk. But now I'm almost on the verge of collapse. Since there is a baby willing to save me, no matter whether it is too small or not, I am willing to regard it as the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara who saves suffering.

I tried to tell the baby I wanted to, but my mouth was gagged and I couldn't speak. But it didn't seem like I had to speak, and the baby understood what I meant. She smiled, and then her little mouth to kiss my lips opened.

As soon as the baby's mouth opened, I felt a clear stream rushing through my mind. This feeling is even more refreshing than the coffee you just drank in your mouth. Now I feel that only by giving me a fulcrum, I can pry the whole earth.

Yes, it's arrogant, it's crazy. But that's how I feel right now, and no matter what I think, I can't be wrong. Because it is not my own feeling, but the feeling that the baby imposes on me. The sensation came with the clear stream, and it became clearer and clearer as the baby crossed more and more clear streams into my mouth.

Hehe, I don't know why I'm laughing, and it seems to be sinister. Even though my head was still in the coffee pot, I felt that the sound lingered in my ears, and it seemed that I couldn't get rid of it.

Now the master's hand is still holding my head. It was as if he felt that I hadn't struggled for a long time, and therefore thought I was dead. He let go of his hand, and then stepped to the side, not noticing that my hand was still gripping the rim of the pot, and there was no sign of letting go.

The people in the kitchen, I don't know if they were taken away by the master, anyway, a long time has passed, and no one has walked in. My head was pressed into the cauldron, but my ears were still leaking out. I heard the sound of sharpening knives, and judging by the sound of this sound, the master should have sharpened the largest boning knife in the kitchen.

I knew that the master must have wanted to break the corpse, otherwise he wouldn't have used such a big knife if he was just killing someone. What's more, in his eyes, I'm afraid I'm dead. If you are dead, why do you need to kill it once with a knife?

"Go ahead, it's your first meal." The baby smiled ghostly at me, but she bit my lip at the same time. I tasted blood, even though it was my own, but it still tasted so sweet.

Nowadays, there are more and more people who have pets at home, and even many people are dedicated to pets to cultivate children's patience. Regardless of their purpose, there is no need for these pet dogs to do the job of janitor. If the watchdog is not fierce, it is just a decoration. However, as pets used as companion dogs, it is taboo that they are too fierce.

To prevent pets from hurting people, especially children who need them to play together. Usually people consciously domesticate some particularly docile dogs, and then domesticate some non-aggressive dogs in the process of solidification and purification.

Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, dogs travel thousands of miles ****. This sentence is actually a bit wrongful for dogs, because under the premise of some choices, dogs also like to eat meat. It's their nature, and even if they are suppressed, it's impossible for them to forget it all. Even the best dogs are bred to prevent them from hurting people. There is something that can stimulate a dog's killing nature, and it will suddenly turn a rag doll into a murderous predator.

This thing that inspires a dog is blood.

Actually, it's not just dogs, it's almost all animals. Whether it's a ferocious piranha or a great white shark, or a long-domesticated lion and tiger in a zoo. Once they smell blood, they become extra irritable. If someone appears around them at this time, it is better to ask for more blessings. Because they are no longer the same as they were, but have become the primitive and ferocious animals that they were when they were not tamed.

I'm not a dog, I'm not a beast, I'm a kitchen helper who squatted on the ground and silently peeled onions not so long ago. But the moment I tasted such sweet blood, I was no longer the same me. I licked my lips, savoring the haunting taste. Then I grabbed the edge of the cauldron with my hand and raised my head little by little.

Maybe my movements were too slow, or maybe the master was too careful when sharpening his knife. When I stood behind him, he was still there intently sharpening his knife, as if he didn't even notice that I was watching him.

I was thirsty, and I felt that my throat was in dire need of blood. However, I was not in a hurry to do it, as if I wanted to see how the master would react when he saw me standing behind me. Maybe I should pick up a rolling pin and hit him the head. Maybe I should make a grimace to scare him. But in the end I didn't do anything, just stood there and watched him quietly.

The master sharpened the knife very carefully, as if he wanted to sharpen the knife to the sharpest degree. However, no matter how blunt the knife is, as long as it is sharpened for a long time, there will be a time when it will be sharpened. When he looked back, he was indeed surprised. But it seems that he is a man who has seen the world in the world. So although he was surprised, he still waved the knife in his hand and rushed over.

I sneered and stood still, waiting for the master to rush over. Then, before he could slash the knife in his hand, he went up and grabbed his hand with the knife, and bit it the carotid artery in his neck.

Although he had killed chickens, he had used a knife. This time it wasn't the chickens that I killed, and I didn't use a knife, but my own teeth. What's more, when killing chickens, chickens have to struggle a little. Sometimes, even after the blood is bed, the chicken may continue to shake the ground for a long time.

But this time it was so easy to kill, and it was so easy to kill the master who was so powerful that he could not even struggle at all. The master did not resist, and the resistance was fierce. His right hand with the knife was grabbed by my left hand, and he tried to choke me by the neck with his right hand. However, these actions are all futile and have no effect at all. Because the moment my teeth touched the master's neck, I tore his neck fiercely.

The master's blood gushed out of his wounds, and I swallowed it one bite at a time. I don't think I'm drinking blood as fast as I was, at least not as fast as when I was gulping down my coffee. But the master's hand immediately drooped, as if he couldn't exert any strength.

In the beginning, I just grabbed the master's arm. But soon the master's body no longer had any strength, and he couldn't even support his own weight.

I have strength, but I don't want to waste it. I let go of my arm and let the master's body fall to the ground. At this time, there was not much blood in his body, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

"Hmph." I snorted coldly at the master's corpse, and then I saw the bone cleaver he had just sharpened.

A master is not a master, and even the sharpening of knives is so good. Now the bone chopper glows with a faint blue cold light, as if it is a radiant treasure.

Not long after I entered the kitchen, I was just a helper who peeled onions, and I was not qualified to use kitchen knives at all. But there is a good saying that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier. I was just a helper, but when I entered the kitchen, I wanted to be a chef. Naturally, I don't have the opportunity to touch a kitchen knife on weekdays, but now that I have the opportunity, of course, I can't let it go easily.

I walked over to the kitchen knife and picked it up. I knew it must have been heavy, because it was the biggest knife out of the kitchen. But when I really picked it up today, I felt that it was very light and didn't seem to carry much weight.

A knife in hand, I have the kitchen. I casually swung the kitchen knife a few times, and then the first one I swung it slashed at the master's head.

It is difficult to train a qualified veteran in the peacetime army, because a real veteran has to go through iron and blood to grow. I'm like a new recruit now, but I'm not in peacetime, I'm in a battleground where it's raging. So I grew up quickly, blood was my teacher, and the bone chopper was my partner. The Master is my enemy, and every time I slash him now, it's an unassailable answer to the daunting questions on the perfect answer sheet.

When I cut the master with a thousand cuts, my answer was complete. The baby in the coffee pot is like a teacher, a teacher who watches me grow up and gives me encouragement. I watched him laugh, and he looked at me and laughed. Then the baby flew out of the coffee pot and feasted on the corpse that had been cut into small pieces by me. I ate as he did, and the two of us laughed as we ate, as if we were going to a long-awaited feast.

When the police broke down the door, I was full and was ****ing my fingers. A lot of the police threw up, and it looked like they were throwing up bile. I just watched them quietly, like I was watching some rooster trapped in a cage as a rooster that I could slaughter at any time. Even though these roosters look brightly colored and swaggering, they are still just a plate of food that I have to accompany the wine. (To be continued.) )