Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The baron sitting at the end of the dining table stretched out a fat and broad hand, and picked up the roasted and oily human leg. The mouth, which was so big and strangely proportioned, opened slowly, and the corners of the mouth almost split to the root of the ear, revealing There were circles of sharp teeth, arranged in a staggered manner, spreading towards the throat layer by layer.

All the players were pale, their spines felt chills, and they held their breath subconsciously.

Their eyes were tightly glued to this horrifying scene, and they couldn't move away. They could only watch the baron stuff the leg directly into his mouth, and his cheeks and throat were accompanied by slow pain. Slowly chewing and wriggling, he made a scalp-numbing sound of gnawing and swallowing, and the chewed minced meat and bone dregs, wrapped in thick fat, flowed down from the corner of his mouth and fell on the snow-white tablecloth.

The scene in front of me was horrifying.

The expressionless male servants and maids placed the silver plates on the table one by one, and lifted the lids with their hands, revealing a variety of different dishes.

The white ribs are exposed in the stewed milky white soup, and the pink soup is slowly flowing down from the section of the fresh and tender ribs that are cut into the mouth. Oily bacon surrounded by a spicy peppermint white sauce.

From the color combination to the fragrance, every dish is extraordinarily alluring.

But every player sitting around the table is well aware of the ingredients of these dishes.

They looked pale, as if their stomachs were overwhelmed, and they just barely retched - no one at the table touched a knife and fork, only the baron sitting at the end of the table was gobbling non-stop.

Before each new dish is served, the previous dish will be cleaned by him.

His stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit, and he stuffed all the food he could get into his mouth, moving faster and faster, as if he was becoming more and more hungry.

The players at the table were sitting on pins and needles.

They secretly looked towards the head of the long table.

A pale and gloomy man sat on the main seat, pinching the neck of the glass with his slender fingers, shaking it carelessly.

With a smile on his lips, he watched the baron sitting at the other end of the long table gobble it up.

The scarlet liquid swayed and tumbled in the container, reflecting in the depths of the man's dark and gloomy eyes, dyeing his eyes a strange dark red.

A young man sat beside him with his eyes downcast quietly, his expression was exceptionally calm, as if he hadn't been affected by the wolf-eating man opposite him at all.

Under the restaurant's overly bright light that was almost pale, it was like a beautiful oil painting, quiet, peaceful, and indifferent.

...he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

The players exchanged a terrified look.

They really didn't expect that there were actually two bosses in this dungeon, and they all 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 revealing their disguise now? Wait a minute, what will happen?

They don't know what to do.

Gosho lowered his eyes from beginning to end.

A pair of slender hands rested on his knees, blue veins snaked under the fair skin, motionless like marble sculptures.

At this moment, his fingertips suddenly flicked slightly, the magnitude was so small that it was almost undetectable.

It's like breaking free.

The copy npc that delivered the dishes was mixed with several players who were servants. They tremblingly walked forward with the silver plate in their hands, carefully placed the plate on the table, and then left as quickly as if their buttocks were on fire.

The dishes on the table became more and more disgusting.

A block of ice was covered with slices of muscle and viscera as thin as a cicada's wing, dripping blood flowed down the iceberg, and human eyeballs were also used as embellishments.

Several players who were seated closer to the dish looked as pale as paper. If they hadn't quickly raised their hands to cover their mouths, they might have spit it out.

At this moment, a rookie player walked forward tremblingly.

He was holding a sample soup in his hand, in the blood-red soup base were chopped offal floating in pieces, as well as large intestines that were ingeniously wrapped around the rim of the bowl.

His hands trembled further away as he got closer to the frantically munching Baron.

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

The player let out an "ouch", shook his hands, staggered uncontrollably, and in the next second, the whole soup was spilled directly.

The Baron's noisy chewing stopped.

On that huge fat face, a pair of sluggish and vicious black eyes rolled slowly, and then firmly nailed on the rookie player who made a mistake.

An eerie silence spread.

But what was even more eerie was that the silence didn't last long.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

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

From the toes, to the thighs, to the hipbones, to the soft belly.

"Crack clap."

The sound of crushing bones seemed to be magnified several times. The baron chewed and devoured the viscera flowing out of the dying man's body, making a snorting sound, splashing blood plasma and minced meat polluting most of the table in front of him, even Even the players who sat close were splashed all over.

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

But at the back, apart from the occasional twitching of his limbs and weak moaning that could prove that he was still alive, the rest seemed like a real corpse.

The whole process lasted only a few minutes.

But for the players, it seemed like centuries had passed. Their teeth were chattering, their faces were pale, and their expressions were lax. They just watched a person being eaten alive in front of their eyes.

I don’t know whether it’s because they still instinctively remember not to shift their identity deep down in their hearts, or whether they have lost the ability and desire to escape, and their buttocks are tightly stuck to the chair as if they have taken root, unable to move even if they 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 with one stride, kicking down everything on the table.

The tablecloth was crumpled and curled up immediately, and the silver plate, cup and saucer fell to the ground with a clang.

The baron who had already devoured the living person stared at the young man who dared to interrupt the banquet. Angry and greedy light flashed in his small dark eyes, and a roar came from his throat. Circle's sharp teeth opened wide suddenly, waving both hands and stretched out towards the young man.

Gexiu grabbed the meat cleaver inserted into the remaining bone in one of the silver plates, and then stabbed the opponent's left eye with his backhand.

The movements were sharp and swift, as if they were instinctive, 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 rang out in the restaurant.

Ge Xiu jumped down from the table deftly, raised his hand to press the back of the other's head, and then pressed hard on the table.

The knife that was originally inserted into the opponent's eyeball moved forward several inches in an instant.

The sound of the blade piercing into the bone sounded.

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

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

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

Scarlet blood splashed on his fair side face, but those dark eyes were still as calm as water, like a dark and deep abyss, the blood color and paleness intertwined, making it look more treacherous and dangerous.

The npcs waiting at the side greeted them with ferocious faces, but what they met was a sharp blade stained with blood, cutting through the flesh and cutting off the bones-the other party was obviously very cruel, with deadly moves, and merciless.

But in just a few seconds, the blood-stained youth stood at the edge of the corridor.

Gexiu glanced at the players who had been dumbfounded, and sneered: "Run, what are you waiting for?"

Those players suddenly woke up like a dream, stood up from their seats as if they were running for their lives, and then ran crookedly towards the corridor behind the young man.

Those npcs who were hacked put their shattered limbs back into place. Not a single drop of blood flowed from all the sections. In just a few seconds, their limbs that had been torn apart just now returned to their original shape, and then twisted a pale and malicious face, Pounce towards those fleeing players.

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 firmly in place, watching the frightened players stumble away from this place filled with the sticky smell of blood. Dining 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 chaotic and dirty dining room and the baron's huge body stretching across the ground, he and the man who was still sitting on the main seat looked at each other from a distance.

The man's expression was calm and unpredictable, those dark eyes fixedly stared at Gexiu, the frightening paranoia before had been subdued, he couldn't see any emotions clearly, the corners of his lips still had a vague With a slight smile, he looks like a gentle and restrained old-school gentleman, not a powerful and crazy instance boss.

Ge Xiu raised the corners of his lips and bowed to salute him:

"Thank you for hospitality."

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

Staring 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, "won't you go after him?"

The man turned the baron over with his shiny black toe, and said unhurriedly, "Not yet."

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

The crack wriggled slowly, as if something was hatching.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the doorway where Gexiu disappeared just now, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was soft and slow, like whispers by a lover's pillow:

"No matter what, you belong to me."

"My bride."