"It's cleaned up, sir."

One of the tens of thousands of feet said respectfully.

A member of the Bronze Tree and one of Xuandu's subordinates.

Ayara asked him to clean up the blood stains and garbage here.

"Go get some more human meat. We can't let this guy die too early."

Ayano said calmly.

"Yes, sir."

Wan Zhang lowered his head and quickly left the room.

The gecko was killed by Ayara?

Even if this kind of news spreads, everyone will only be more afraid of this man and will not dare to complain.

Even if it needs to be dealt with, it is something that only the top management will consider.

As a little minion, you can live longer by being obedient and obedient.

"gecko,"

"Why are you shaking all the time? You look ridiculous."

"Is this still Jason?"

Ayara slowly approached.

The low voice reached the gecko's ears, like the whisper of a devil.

He wore a black mask, his voice was calm, and he held the pliers belonging to the gecko in his hard gloves.

"look,"

"This is your pet."

Ayaluo's laughter sounded a little scary.

In his hand he was holding a centipede that was over fifteen centimeters long.

Few spiny centipedes, the largest can grow to 20cm long.

Put it into the ghoul's ear, and then drill it all the way into the brain, causing pain that cannot be described in any language...

"You like this kind of thing, don't you?"

"Seeing as you have raised so many, but you don't use them at all, isn't that a pity?"

"Let's get one first."

Aya Luo said to herself.

"Stop, stop, stop -"

"Stop it!"

The gecko's huge body struggled wildly.

He collapsed and despaired, and in the violent pain, he completely recalled the memories of his past.

Those were the darkest days.

He was tortured crazily by that pervert, and the pain made him unable to survive or die.

"so good,"

"I didn't expect you to be so good at dancing."

Ayano smiled again.

The gecko kept stamping its feet, roaring without any grammar, and making unintelligible roars.

Until the blood from the wound flows cleanly, until the pain becomes numb due to exhaustion.

Until the centipede in the brain was unable to struggle and died.

"puff--"

Pour three buckets of cold water in a row.

The biting coldness made the gecko wake up a little.

"It's time to eat."

Ayara sat on a chair not far away.

Wan Zhang carefully handed over a few pieces of human flesh, fearing that the gecko would suddenly burst out and hurt him.

"Meat, meat, meat, meat."

The gecko didn't think much, he was just attracted by the smell of human flesh, and he devoured a few mouthfuls and stuffed them all into his stomach.

"Ugh-"

"Cough cough cough - vomit -"

Jason spat it out.

Lingluo's sudden knife cut open half of his body.

There were several huge holes in his abdomen, and his intestines gurgled all over the floor.

"Keep feeding him."

Aya Luo ordered.

"yes."

Wan Zhang's hands were shaking, but he continued to work.

The former Jason was reduced to this point, becoming a puppet that others could play with at will.

The more miserable he is, the more it proves that Ling Luo is powerful.

"Forgive me, Gecko."

Wan Zhang thought silently in his heart.

Jason was usually very unpopular, but under this situation, he couldn't help but sympathize with this guy.

It's too awful.

Compared with this kind of torture, death is the easiest.

Jason continued to eat human flesh.

He must eat.

If he doesn't eat these things, he will die, but what's the point of living? Living will be torture.

But.

How could he refuse the human flesh in front of him in his current state?

No ghoul can endure this temptation.

He is now being fed like a dog, a hundred times a thousand times humbler than any domestic animal.

...

"senior,"

"It's been such a long time no see."

Ayaluo's thoughts drifted to the distance.

To be honest, he didn't quite remember what that face looked like.

Legal loli?

She was killed by Jason, who escaped from the ghoul asylum.

Born in the White House... probably no one would avenge her, right?

The people who come out of that place are the best tools.

There are no relatives or any ties.

The best tool at the moment is Arima Kisho. He still has an undefeated record and is known as the White God of Death.

"grown ups,"

"Finished feeding."

Wan Zhang carefully observed the young man's face.

"Um,"

"Leave the rest to me."

Lingluo came back to her senses and gave a simple instruction.
To be continued...