Maybe I should first organize the language to describe the person in front of me.

This is a person who seems young and old, and can never tell what age he is. He has gray hair, but it is not the type that changes from black to yellow to white, but it suddenly produces a lot of white hair in the black hair, which is so clear that it makes people feel palpitations.

Like his decisive hair, there are wrinkles like a knife and axe chop on his face. From the deep head-up lines, crow's feet lines, nasolabial lines to the continuous wrinkles on his face, they will be fully displayed with his facial movements.

But his body sat straight, and his whole body seemed to be a statue carved out of rock stones, with sharp lines and a hard shell.

This statue does not have the exaggerated muscles and graceful body shape like the Apollo statue, but the freezing and cold air from the inside out makes people feel that the person moving in front of you is definitely not a human, it must be a stone statue, puppet, relief or something that has nothing to do with human appearance.

The only thing that showed his anger was the pair of eyes hidden deep in his eyes. These eyes moved stiffly from time to time, but their attention was all focused on the food in front of him.

In front of me was a very wide stone table, with four-edged and eight-angle corners and extremely stupid, but it was filled with all kinds of food at this moment.

The main dish that is served in a pottery pot is a dish of lard. As a professional chef, I can tell at a glance that you are not a human... Oh no, I can tell at a glance that the way to cook this dish is to coat pork with lard, stew it in wine, and finally add a small amount of nutmeg and salt to season.

The weird lord was grabbing a piece of extremely fat pork with his bare hands, spreading his bloody mouth and biting it hard. The overflowing lard flowed with his hands, covered with beard, collar and tabletop, but he suddenly didn't realize it. And in his mouth, I saw a row of sharp teeth like sharks.

The weird lord who loaded the hand collar finished a whole piece of pork in just a few strokes, but he seemed to have no sense of fullness. He still did not look up and directly turned his eyes to another main course.

The red venison dish is cooked thoroughly with fresh venison with the skin and meat, then coated with lard from the inside along the longitudinal texture. Finally, cooked with nutmeg, and then added a lot of wine.

But he didn't choose to eat this dish directly.

He took a thick wheat cake, wrapped it with lard again and then put it in the cake with unknown sauce. The sauce also looked weird. It was probably cut into pieces with bread, soaked with wine and vinegar in a bowl and stirred until the bread became a paste, which could not be tasted delicious in terms of taste and color.

But he grew up his mouth again, with a look of indifference on his face, and bit off the wheat cake and venison in one bite, mixed it in his mouth and chewed it repeatedly. The texture of this venison was very tough, but it was swallowed in his mouth without any obstacles.

On the other side, there was a row of hares and birds. The fur and internal organs had been stripped off and roasted on the barbecue rack. The fatty oil flowed on the skin and fell into the stove from time to time, making a sizzling sound.

After eating two dishes, he finally raised his head, looked at us with a cold look, and then used his eyes to signal whether we would like to eat something.

But the people present had no appetite at all when facing the table of dishes.

Because on the edge of the dining table, there was a larger iron rack torture instrument, and a dead person was hanging...

No, it is no longer accurate to say that it is "one" person, it should be said that it is three quarters. Because this person is covered with traces of knife cutting, he has been punished extremely cruelly. Someone pinched his flesh and then cut the flesh down with one knife.

But such pain is not the end.

His stomach was also cut open with a cross-shaped wound, and his colorful internal organs were mixed with blood flowing out of it. It hung in front of his stomach like a pile of disgusting pieces of hyperplasia, and the intestines that occupy the main part have turned white due to blood loss.

But the man's head was neatly cut off and placed on the lord's dining table. He looked at the table with his eyes open with his eyes open, making people equate the head with the dishes.

If this person was able to finish these greasy and disgusting foods next to the tragic corpse, as if no one was around. If this was a warning, I could only admire him. If it were a weaker-willed person, he would probably be trembling in this scene.

For example, the old man in the flowery clothes behind me had his legs weak and he was slumped on the ground, and his bald head closed his eyes, silently chanting the Heart Sutra of Guanyin, trying not to think about the scene in front of him.

"Allberg, if you stain my ground, I will definitely punish you."

After the lord said this coldly without even raising his head, the old man in the clothes stood up from the ground like an electric shock, holding the bald apprentice beside him before he could barely stand up straight.

The strange lord wiped his hands with a napkin. He first turned his head and glanced at the head on the table. Then, while his head was still moving, his eyes actually passed through his entire eye socket, and his dark pupils locked tightly at me in the field!

The four words "Wolf Gu Yingshi" suddenly came to my mind.

"Eagle's vision" refers to observing everything around you like an eagle, describing sharp eyes, because the eagle's eyes can see mice on the ground one kilometer away.

The meaning of "Wolf Gu" is to look back like a wolf. It is said that a wolf can turn his head back 180 degrees without moving his body. When he walks, he always looks left and right, and looks back. Later, it was used to describe people's cunning and suspiciousness.

But I snorted coldly, and the aura accumulated on my body suddenly burst out. This aura included the aura of a predator on the cheetah and the aura of a hero who was angrily murderous, which instantly filled the field.

This kind of scenario is difficult to describe, but to use an inappropriate description, I made a fart that was smelly and louder after the other party farted over the audience, and I was simply the king of farts.

The scene that was originally unfavorable to us was reversed instantly under his deliberate momentum.

The lord who loaded the hand collar snorted coldly, withdrew his sharp gaze, stretched out his right hand to grab the dead man's hair, and held it in his hand.

"Foreigner, I have been punished by me for the person you say that you violate your dignity. I think you should be willing to sit down and talk."

I found that the person in front of me was so burly, it was indeed made of a piece of basalt. Fortunately, I was wearing thick plate armor, which was barely comparable to him.

How could I tolerate his behavior? This is what I meant to hit me?

On the surface, I killed the person I designated to calm my anger, but in fact I was just killing people to silence me, cutting off the clues I finally found. If I wanted to kill him, I would strangle him to death yesterday, so why should I keep it until now?

"Lord here, you not only misunderstood what I mean, but also blasphemed the dignity of that adult. What I need now is not only an explanation, but also a reason to let you go."

As soon as I said this, the lord's granite cold face was finally moved and asked coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Of course I know that since the poor Lord Shafulin appeared from my mouth, except for the successful show-off for a while at the beginning, the rest of the scenes are either trampled on dignity or desecrated honor. This is not the overlord of the universe, Shafulin, but the bald Klin.

Apologize to Lord Shafulin! He is about to cry!
Chapter completed!