"Oh... It turns out that there are diners waiting below.

The Christmas demon sucked on his slender fingers and tapped them down a few times, "One, two, three, four, five... I can't count, a roast chicken, is it enough for so many diners?

Yan Yucheng, who was bound upside down, was frightened by this sentence.

Not a rhetorical device, but really scared to pee.

In this absolutely realistic game, as in reality, excessive fear manifests itself through uncontrolled physiological reactions.

And because Yan Yucheng was upside down and bound, his boy urine flowed all over his body, dripping from his neck to his cheeks and then from the top of his head.

After falling into the cave entrance, it was evaporated into a cluster of mist by the high temperature.

"Huh?"

Ling Yichuan pretended to be stunned and raised his head and looked at the dripping chick cub above his head: "Is it too hot above?" Do you want to sprinkle some water to cool down? Hahaha! Hahahahaha!

After that, he covered his stomach and laughed.

Looking at the demon like a mad demon, Yan Yucheng had completely recognized it in his heart, and he began to cry and beg for mercy in his way:

"Ling Yichuan! I was wrong! You let me go... I'm still a minor! If you torture me like this, I will be arrested!" Nightmare games aren't a place outside the law! The

Christmas devil's laughter stopped abruptly.

This bear child's tone, with a threatening and insincere apology, triggered some bad memories in him.

In the first place, the child who let him break his leg apologized like this.

A dark memory fragment flashed back in front of Ling Yichuan's eyes.

It was a night with beautiful snowflakes.

In the fireplace, a beautiful boy with blonde hair and blue eyes was tied to a telescopic frame against the wall, about three meters above the ground.

Directly below the boy, Anderson had set up a pyre with a few newspapers crumpled on it and dripped some gasoline as a starter.

He shouted, "I know I'm wrong! Old Anderson! You put me down! You're about to release me! You wouldn't really kill me, would you? Old Anderson, just a leg ... I apologize to you, really, listen to me... I'm sorry!"

The apology at first was normal, but before Anderson could answer, his words began to change.

"You'd better hurry up and let me down, or I swear, I'll tell my mom and dad, and Uncle Harvins to get you in trouble!"

Oh~ You should know Uncle Havins, he's the sheriff here!

I heard that he and my mother have a leg... Do you guess if my mom asked him to arrest you, would he do the same?

"Old man Claus, today is Christmas Eve, how about we all have a good time?" I still have appointments with my friends if they can't find me... Not! Hmm!!

Anderson didn't finish listening, so he gagged his mouth and decisively lit firewood.

Subsequently, Anderson, who was holding his stomach, left the crime scene.

He wanted to watch the little beast being slowly roasted to death, but it was Christmas Eve, there were many tourists, even a lame old man like him was arranged to work as Santa Claus, and he had to rush over.

Therefore, he missed the death of the little beast.

Look at the message left by Kolapus ... That day, the little beast actually died very quickly, and he was only choked to death by the smoke, it was too easy, it was so cheap for him!

Thinking of this, as if in order to make up for regret and heal his traumatized psychology, Anderson raised his head and slowly turned the reverse cross.

"Uncultured little wild species, no one has ever taught you how to beg for mercy, has he?"

The reverse cross was turned into a positive cross.

Yan Yucheng finally recovered his head and feet, slightly more comfortable.

His face was full of tears and snot: "What are you talking about..."

Ling Yichuan's right hand pressed down, and the reverse cross fell with it!

"Ugh!"

But this time, he didn't let Yan Yucheng completely sink into the hell cave, but only let his legs sink in.

Inside and outside the cave, there are obviously two completely different temperatures.

Yan Yucheng's shoes and pants were quickly ignited by hellfire and quickly burned out.

Then comes the skin.

Drying, curling, brittle... Oils are secreted and give off a barbecue aroma.

The Xena demon soldiers below, who were waiting for them, moved their fingers one after another, and more and more gathered together, shouting and screaming.

In the hidden execution task of the Christmas Devil, he is required to complete the execution task as long as he roasts the victim until it is cooked to eight.

During this period, the recipient's health is locked, and the drop protection of the SAN value to zero is temporarily removed.

There is no mention of the demon soldiers of hell in the mission... But since there is, that's good.

When you play games, always explore more possibilities.

Ling Yichuan constantly flipped his right wrist, and the reverse cross also followed his control, constantly moving up and down, flipping left and right, very flexible.

He deliberately made this delicate barbecue slowly, and the chicks first cooked two chicken legs, then chicken wings, then chest and back.

While roasting, he also asked, "Do you smell how fragrant you are?"

Yan Yucheng cried.

He continued: "In this world, every Christmas, tens of millions of roast chickens are brought to the table... But no roast chicken has ever been able to smell how fragrant it is.

"You're such a lucky roast chicken."

Yan Yucheng was so frightened that he burst into tears, and feces and urine flew together.

In fact, the pain is really good, the system has protective measures, and usually does not let the escape's pain exceed the upper limit.

But his SAN value is still declining.

Fear deepens the perception of pain on a mental level.

This one...... It will not fall under the protection of the system.

At the end of the execution, except for his head, Yan Yucheng's whole body was already like a real roast chicken.

The limbs are curled up, the skin is tight and firm, and there is another seductive grease sheen.

Except for the head.

Ling Yichuan kept his head.

Yes, on purpose.

Because he doesn't know how this Christmas devil's hidden execution ceremony defines "the end of execution".

Something didn't make it clear.

If he only pursued the success of the execution, then he is now fine.

When it is baked to eighth, the system has already popped up a notification that the task is completed.

But the roast chicken is still alive.

In the past, when the notice of [Execution Ceremony Completed] popped up, the fugitive players who were tortured were also completely gazed.

Ling Yichuan was a little unsure, he was worried that after the head was also cooked, his health would no longer be locked, and his roast chicken would be directly dropped.

No, it can't be.

And there's one last step.

The roast chicken that the devil wants him to cook... Being able to look at yourself....

Be eaten.

"Aaaaaaa——!a Aaaa——!!a "

Yan Yucheng is indeed a very spiritual child, he is still yelling, he is still yelling, even if his voice is already dumb.

While yelling, spitting at the same time.

It seems that human beings only move their fingers when they smell the smell of meat emitted by other animals, and smell themselves so fragrant... It's a bit unappetizing.

"You're such a lucky roast chicken."

Looking at his miserable situation, Ling Yichuan repeated what he had just said: "In this world, every Christmas, tens of millions of roast chickens are brought to the table... But no roast chicken has ever been able to see itself being eaten.

Yan Yucheng seemed to have retained some san value, and he suddenly stopped screaming, as if waking up from a dream, and muttered: "No, no, no, no!" No! Don't throw me down!!

Ling Yichuan slowly pressed down his right hand and laid it flat.

The reverse cross, which had been roasted to red, also tilted.

Yan Yucheng faced down and saw the hell monsters that were still gathering.

Their saliva is drawn, and it has been stretched for a long time.

"No... No...... No..." He could not say a complete sentence, and his heart was full of despair and fear.

"I wish you good taste, goodbye." Ling Yichuan's five fingers loosened.

The vine that bound him suddenly loosened, and a living roast chicken fell into hell with a long scream.

Just listen to the 'poof'.

Crashed to the bottom... It's not high.

Ling Yichuan walked quickly to the edge of the cave and looked down.

Perhaps the food he fed was too fragrant, and countless Xena demon soldiers flocked to him, frantically tearing and snatching the food.

Looking down from the top, you basically can't see the specific situation, you can only see this demon soldier holding a chicken leg, fighting and biting with several other demon soldiers; The other demon soldier held half a chicken wing, trying to highlight the encirclement.

In this process, although Ling Yichuan could not see Yan Yucheng, he could hear his crazy screams that remained intense.

It wasn't until the group of piranhas-like demon soldiers dispersed that Ling Yichuan saw him with only one head left.

A huge Xena demon soldier slowly crawled over.

It should have come late.

Coming to the side of the only remaining head, the demon soldier stretched out his long tongue and licked the part of the chicken's head.

Yan Yucheng seemed to suddenly take a breath and screamed again: "Aa——!!a "

Not dead yet!

The demon soldier was frightened by him, jumped up, and smashed the chicken's head with one foot!

Red, white and gray things splash in hell!

The shouting finally stopped.

[Level 9 fugitive 'magician' Yan Yucheng has been eliminated! ] 】

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