Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The baron sitting at the end of the dining table stretched out a fat and wide hand, took up the oily human leg that was roasted, the mouth that was so large and oddly proportioned slowly opened, the corners of the mouth almost split to the root of the ears, revealing The sharp teeth are staggered, spreading towards the throat layer by layer.

All the players were pale, they couldn't help feeling cold, and subconsciously held their breath.

Their eyes were stuck in the heart-pounding horror scene. They couldn't move anything. They could only watch the baron put that leg directly into his mouth, and his cheeks and throat were accompanied by a slow motion. Slowly chewing and wriggling, making scalp-numbing gnawing and swallowing noises, the chewed minced meat and bone residue wrapped in thick grease dripped from the corners of his mouth and fell on the snow-white tablecloth.

The scene before him is creepy.

The expressionless male servant and maid placed the silver plates one by one on the table, and reached out their hands to lift the lid, revealing different dishes.

The white ribs are exposed in the creamy-white soup, and the slices of the fresh and tender ribs that are cut into the mouth are slowly dripping with pink soup, and they are wrapped in the grilled shoulder meat. The oily bacon is decorated with spicy mint white sauce.

From the color matching to the fragrance, every dish is particularly attractive.

But every player sitting around the table knows the ingredients of these dishes.

They showed their faces, as if their stomachs were overwhelmed, but they barely retched out—no one at the table moved a knife and fork, only the baron sitting at the end of the table was constantly gobbled up.

Before each new dish, the last dish will be cleaned up by him.

His stomach seemed like a bottomless pit, and the wind squeezed all the food that he could get into his mouth, moving faster and faster, as if he was becoming more and more hungry.

The players on the table are sitting on pins and needles.

They secretly looked at the head of the long table.

The pale and gloomy man sat on the main seat, his slender fingers pinched the neck of the glass, and gently shook it carelessly.

With a smile on his lips, he watched the other baron sitting at the long table gorging himself.

The scarlet liquid swayed and rolled in the container, reflected in the depths of the man's dark and gloomy eyes, and dyed his eyes a strange dark red.

A young man sat down beside him quietly, his expression extremely calm, as if he hadn't received the slightest influence from the gorging man on the opposite side.

Under the light of the restaurant, which is too bright to almost pale, it is like an exquisite oil painting, quiet, peaceful and indifferent.

……Not a good person at first glance.

The players exchanged a horrified look.

They really didn't expect that this dungeon actually had two bosses, and all of them were successfully mixed into the players!

But what they can't figure out is that since no one has revealed the identities of these two people so far, why are they directly exposing the disguise now, and what will happen after a while?

They have no idea.

Ge Xiu kept his eyes down from beginning to end.

A pair of slender hands rested on the knees, and the cyan veins were winding under the white skin, motionless like a marble sculpture.

At this moment, his fingertips suddenly flicked slightly, the amplitude was very small and almost undetectable.

It's like breaking free.

Several players who were servants were mixed in the copy of the npc that was served with the dishes. They walked forward with the silver plate in their hands cautiously, put the plate on the table carefully, and then left quickly as if burning their buttocks.

The dish on the table is more disgusting than the dish.

On an ice block are slices of muscle and internal organs as thin as cicada wings, and dripping blood flows down the iceberg, and is decorated with human eyeballs on the side.

A few players seated closer to this dish looked pale as paper. If they didn't quickly raise their hands to cover their mouths, they might actually spit out directly.

At this moment, a rookie player walked forward tremblingly.

He was holding a portion of the soup in his hand. The blood-red soup was filled with chopped internal organs and a large intestine surrounding the rim of the bowl.

As he got closer and closer to the frantically munching Baron, his hands shook further away.

The hot soup splashed out and dripped on the back of his hand.

The player uttered "Ouch", shaking his hands, and staggering uncontrollably under his feet. The next second, the whole soup was sprinkled directly.

The baron's noisy chewing stopped.

On the huge face of fat accumulation, a pair of sluggish and vicious dark eyes slowly turned, and then firmly nailed to the rookie player who made the mistake.

A terrifying silence spread.

But what is even more creepy is that the silence did not last long.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a scream of desperate screams sounded in the restaurant, the rookie player struggled, but his leg was pulled tightly.

He fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, then was pulled back and was slowly sent to the big mouth like a meat grinder.

From the toes, to the thighs, to the hips, to the soft abdomen.

"Crack, click."

The sound of crushing bones seemed to have been magnified several times. The baron chewed on the internal organs flowing out of the dying man's body, snoring and sucking, splashing plasma and minced meat contaminated most of the table in front of him, even Even the players who were sitting close were splashed all over.

At the beginning, the player could howl and scream, even cry and beg for mercy.

But when he got to the back, except for occasional twitching of his limbs and weak stretches that could prove that he was still alive, everything else seemed to be a real corpse.

The whole process lasted only a few minutes.

But for the players, it seemed as if they had spent several centuries. They were fighting with their teeth, their faces were blue, and their expressions were distracted, just watching a person being eaten alive in front of their own eyes.

I don’t know if they are deep in their hearts, still instinctively remembering that they can’t deviate from their identity, or they have lost the ability and desire to escape, their buttocks are firmly attached to the chair as if they are rooted, and they can’t move. .

Suddenly, without warning, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

The young man sitting on the main seat suddenly stood up, and then rushed to the dining table one by one, kicking everything on the table.

The tablecloth suddenly curled up crumpled, and silver plates and saucers clanged to the ground.

The baron who had devoured the living person stared at the young man who dared to interrupt the banquet. His small dark eyes flashed with angry and greedy light, and his throat roared, layer by layer. The circle's sharp teeth suddenly widened and stretched out towards the young man with both hands.

Ge Xiushun grabbed the meat cleaver inserted into the remaining bones in one of the silver plates, and then stabs the opponent's left eye with his backhand.

The movements were sharp and sharp, as if by instinct, or rehearsed thousands of times. It took no more than a few seconds before and after, and the baron's sharp roar of anger and pain sounded in the restaurant.

Ge Xiu dexterously jumped off the table, raised his hand to hold the back of the opponent's head, and then pressed **** the table.

The knife that had been inserted in the opponent's eye instantly moved forward several inches.

The sound of the blade piercing the bone sounded.

The baron's fat body trembled twice and stopped moving.

The entire restaurant became a mess, tables and chairs turned over, soup and plasma flowed across, leftover bones and broken flesh and blood splashed on the thick carpet.

Ge Xiu lifted his foot and kicked the baron's huge body, bent over and pulled the knife out of his eye socket.

Scarlet blood splashed on his white side face, but those dark eyes were still as calm as water, like a dark and deep abyss, blood and pale intertwined, appearing more and more treacherous and dangerous.

The NPCs waiting on the side greeted them with grim faces, but what was oncoming was a sharp blade stained with blood, cutting the flesh and severing the bones-the other party was obviously very cruel, deadly, and merciless.

But within a few seconds, the blood-stained youth stood on the edge of the corridor.

Ge Xiu looked at the players who had looked silly and sneered, "Run, what are you waiting for?"

Those players suddenly woke up like a dream, stood up from their seats as if running for their lives, and then crazily ran towards the corridor behind the youth.

The NPCs who were chopped back spliced ​​their broken limbs back to their original positions. There was no drop of blood flowing through all the cross sections. After only a few seconds, their fragmented limbs returned to their original shape, and then they twisted a pale and malicious face. Pounced at the players who fled.

However, it is unexpected.

The man sitting on the main seat suddenly raised his hand.

In the next second, those NPCs seemed to be frozen and stood there, watching the players who were scared to the seven souls and stumbled away from this **** sticky smell. Dinning room.

Ge Xiu stood at the entrance of the corridor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the other end of the room.

Across the messy and dirty restaurant, and the baron's huge body lying on the ground, he stared at the man who was still sitting on the main seat.

The man's expression was calm and unpredictable, those dark eyes fixedly stared at Ge Xiu, the previous shocking paranoia was reduced, and he couldn't see any emotions deeply, and the corners of his lips still wore something like nothing. With a slight smile, the whole person is like a gentle and restrained old-school gentleman, rather than a powerful and crazy copy boss.

Ge Xiu curled his lips and bowed to him to salute:

"Thank you for hospitality."

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the dark corridor.

Gazing at the empty doorway, the man slowly put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and then walked towards the baron who fell on the ground.

"Master," the hostess lowered her head tremblingly: "Aren't you going after it?"

The man turned the Baron over with the shiny black toe, and said unhurriedly: "Not for the time being."

I saw an inconspicuous crack in the baron's stomach. The crack was not caused by a knife, but more like a crack from the inside.

The crack squirmed slowly, as if something was hatching.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the door where Ge Xiu had disappeared. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was soft and slow, just like a whisper from a lover's pillow:

"In any case, you belong to me."

"My bride."