cannibal chief to fast

"Master Patriarch, please enjoy it slowly," the old man made a respectful salute.

"You contributed a lot to this matter," the patriarch said majestically with his hands behind his back, "I sent you a WeChat red envelope, please accept the reward."

"Thank you, patriarch," Lao Mou received a huge sum of money, and left the patriarch's house in a hurry.

The old counselor left, and the patriarch turned around, quietly looking at the vegetative who he put on the sofa, with an evil smile on his handsome face.

Patriarch: (▼_▼メ) Excuse me!

According to the past practice, cooking must first process the ingredients.This is a big project.

He carried the boy who was as thin as a sheet of glutinous rice paper to the bathroom. He was completely light and weightless in his hands, but the touch was surprisingly warm and soft.

Just like the steps he had repeated countless times before, he first put the man into the large porcelain white bathtub, and then unbuttoned the boy's hospital gown one by one, and took them off, revealing a naked and clean body.

Because he has been bedridden all year round and has never been exposed to the sun, the skin of this "Bed No. [-]" is as white as Antarctic snowflakes, spotless and flawless.

Patriarch: (＾?＾●) It looks like he is eating!

Among the seven emotions and six desires, appetite is the most cruel.

The patriarch was so greedy that he couldn't help but licked "Bed No. [-]". The warm tip of his tongue touched the slightly cool skin, as if he was licking a piece of cool ice cream. The man's brain suddenly set off a huge wave, and his adrenaline was surging surging.

Patriarch: w(?Д?)w! !Depend on!So slippery!

The man howled with excitement, like a big wolf that has caught a high-quality prey.

Oh, by the way, the pants have to be taken off too.

The patriarch took off all the clothes on "Bed No. [-]" in two or three strokes, turned on the faucet on the bathtub, let out hot water at just the right temperature, and soaked the "food" in the large and round bathtub.

Bathing in a beauty is intoxicating, especially pleasing to the eye, and the hunter is very satisfied with this.

The patriarch rubbed his hands: (?′ω`?) Looking forward to it!

The patriarch, who has always had high requirements for food quality, took some star anise orange peel from the kitchen and sprinkled it all over the bathtub.

The smell of the seasoning is very fragrant.

The head of the patriarch has a serious face: (..??_??..) Well, it will be more tasty if marinated.

The water mist from the hot air overflowed the entire bathroom, making it so misty that you couldn't see your fingers.

No one knows that this place is about to flow into rivers of blood and become a scene of terrifying large-scale murder and dismemberment, with brutal and bloody R-rated scenes staged.

The head of the patriarch, who is dedicated to food, is like the long-term worker of the landlord's family. He carefully cleaned the body of "Bed No. [-]", wiping every place clean.

This evil-looking and tough man, because he was in an overly happy mood, hummed a nursery rhyme at the moment: "Wash, wash, take a bath, baby Jinshui is indispensable..."

When cleaning the hands of "Bed No. [-]", the patriarch found that his slender wrists were particularly beautiful, with one or two blue veins looming, like thin vines clinging to them, with a different smell.

The patriarch wiped it with his slightly rough fingertips, as if carefully stroking the fragile porcelain, and pressed it lightly, as if he could still feel the fresh blood gurgling in his veins.

At this moment, the patriarch felt obsessively: "Bed No. [-]" has such a pair of beautiful and white wrists, but they seem empty, and it may be suitable for hanging something on them to set off, which will be more pleasing to the eye.

"What am I thinking..." The patriarch shook his head, feeling that he was fainted by the heat, so he came up with such inappropriate thoughts.

What are you hanging on? This is about to be slaughtered.

He stood up angrily, and turned on the exhaust fan in the bathroom. Most of the thick water mist that filled the space dissipated immediately, as if he had regained some clarity of mind.

The patriarch regained his senses after waking up, and thought coldly: Well, those hands are pretty, and I have to use them to make rock candy elbows later.

"Bed No. [-]" has no consciousness at all, its small round head is leaning on the edge of the bathtub, its wet lips are slightly opened, causing the patriarch to suddenly feel fascinated, and stretch out his fingers to touch it lightly.

Patriarch: (ΩДΩ) This, this, feels good!

Looking at the two moist little lips, they are so pitifully thin, like rose petals soaked in dew, so delicate and moist, it seems that they are waiting for someone to pick them.

The patriarch couldn't help it, he leaned down and kissed the alluring little lips. After the first kiss, he knew the taste, and sucked it lightly again.

how to say?These little lips tasted slippery, soft and glutinous, as if... a little sweet.

Patriarch: (*^▽^*)~Cut it!Pieces into pieces!

Use sugar and oyster sauce to make a sweet sauce and pour it on, the taste must be very tender!

The ingredients are really the key to a dish, isn't this "Number Two Bed" a top-notch ingredient?

White and tender, pure and natural, delicious and sweet, it may be good to make sashimi, and then use mustard to make some dipping sauce or something.

The more beautiful the patriarch stretched out his hands to pinch the legs of "Bed No. [-]", slowly from the calf to the thigh, kneading and kneading. This technique is so skillful that only a senior chef who massages steak can match.

While pinching his head up, the patriarch's saliva flowed down three thousand feet: (@ˉ﹃ˉ@)... I'm hungry.

The legs of "food" are thin and long, and the meat is tender and firm, so cut off both of them and braise them in soy sauce!Cut into small pieces and simmer for two or three hours on a low heat, it will definitely taste delicious.

Then use his lungs and bones to stew a fresh soup, open the brain and clean it, and then make an appetizing chive brain.

Patriarch: ???ω???? Thinking about it makes me happy!

The man's index finger moved wildly, his saliva was secreted again and again, his Adam's apple was swallowing up and down, and the murder weapon in his hand was sharpening the knife at the pig and sheep.

The patriarch turned on the antique gramophone in the bathroom, which was Tchaikovsky's mournful Sixth Symphony. At this moment, the entire slaughter scene was slowly flowing with elegant music, giving a sense of ritual before the execution.

The blade in his hand flashed sharply, and the patriarch aimed the blade at the aorta of the neck of "Bed No. [-]", and said coldly, "Honey, ask my brother to bleed you."

The silver broadsword was raised slowly, and then lowered slowly...

At the moment when the knife was cut, the boy lying in the bathtub moved his fingertips, suddenly raised his eyelids, and slowly opened them.

Cannibal Chief:? ! ┗|｀O′|┛? !Well?

"Bed No. [-]": ... ignorant.jpg

The author says:

Who would have thought that a ferocious cannibal patriarch would have a bunch of kaomoji living in his body?