Chapter 2182: Turned out to be an old friend

"Look at you, poor, the blood on your body is almost running out." The handkerchief girl said distressedly.
Her hands are slender and slender. They look better than any hands Long Zhizhang has ever seen before. She uses very light force and the wound makes Long Zhizhang a little itchy. Occasionally the handkerchief girl will use force unconsciously, and Long Zhizhang hums. She would retract her hand in repentance, and then apologize to comfort Long Zhizhang.
Long Zhizhang gradually realized that he was in this feeling. He forgot that the handkerchief girl was also a member of the circus, and was also one of the people who mocked and spurned him before.
His brain has automatically shielded everything, and now all she can think of is comfort.
"I want to heal you." The handkerchief woman took Long Zhizhang's neck and led him out.
I have to say that some things in the circus are really amazing. The big turntable is reluctant to give up to Long Zhizhang, just to stick to him, but when the handkerchief girl came, she generously released the dragon. Zhi Zhang.
Long Zhizhang was led by the handkerchief girl. He didn't know where he was going, he just missed the temperature the girl left on his body.
When Long Zhizhang recovered his mind, he was lying on the operating table again, with a familiar lamp above his head. The dim light shining on Long Zhizhang's heart panicked. He wanted to stand up from the operating table. At this time, the handkerchief girl Walked over with another bowler girl.
When the bowler girl saw Long Zhizhang about to get up, her mouth tilted, she raised the slender stick in her hand, held Long Zhizhang's leg with one hand, and passed the slender stick through Long Zhizhang's leg with the other.
"Ah--" Long Zhizhang looked at the bowler girl in disbelief, his eyes were clouded with pain.
The bowler girl ignored Long Zhizhang's accusing eyes, did not know where she brought the slender stick again, and touched Long Zhizhang's other leg with the claw.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Long Zhizhang shrank back and pulled a lot of blood from the wound.
Being hugged behind his back, Long Zhizhang trembled. When a familiar feeling appeared, he knew that the handkerchief girl was behind. The handkerchief girl whispered, "Relax, relax."
Long Zhizhang shook his head, and the sorrow in his heart spread deeper. He probably had noticed it, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart-these two people are a group. He begged the handkerchief girl: "Help me!"
The girl with the handkerchief looked at the bowling girl. The bowling girl was so short-handed that she raised her hands and dropped another long slender stick into Long Zhizhang's leg.
Long Zhizhang’s legs were fixed, and he had two left, but he couldn’t run anymore. It was too painful. The pain continued to spread from his legs to his heart, and his whole body was suffering from pain. , This made him feel weak and lost the light called hope in his eyes.
In this circus, the others are others, he is him, no one will come to save him, he will die here! The bad thoughts in his heart made Long Zhizhang even more desperate, but he didn't know how to adjust this negative thought.
Hurry up, kill me, kill me. Long Zhizhang's head was very painful, as if someone had held a Didi party in his mind. He roared silently, tears breaking the embankment, and running down his embarrassed face.
The handkerchief girl wiped his tears distressedly, and said softly and greasy: "Don't be sad, we are helping you!"
Long Zhizhang kept shook his head and helped him? This is the most ridiculous joke he has ever heard in his life. He is obviously torturing him, so why keep saying that this is helping him?
Hypocritical humans.
The bowling girl doesn’t care about Long Zhizhang and the handkerchief girl. She simply put the other two slender sticks into Long Zhizhang’s legs, spreading Long Zhizhang on the operating table. .
Then, a smile appeared at the corner of the girl's mouth. She looked at Long Zhizhang who was unable to move, clapped her hands and said with satisfaction: "You're done."
The handkerchief girl also laughed, and she praised: "Sister, you did a great job."
"Don't look at who I am." The girl who shook the bowl made a strange giggle.
She slapped Long Zhizhang's wound with a puddle of blood, and Long Zhizhang screamed. The girl with the handkerchief calmly covered his mouth, making him unable to scream.
"Start quickly, otherwise his blood will run out, then he won't be saved." The dumpling girl said solemnly.
"Sister, I'll rely on you next." The handkerchief girl nodded, and when the bowler girl put on a mask, she walked away to bring back a plate, which crackled because of her movement.
Long Zhizhang opened his eyes and looked at the bowler girl. She was now wearing gloves. The cheap plastic gloves exuded a stinky smell, wrapped around Long Zhizhang's nose.
Suddenly, Long Zhizhang felt an unspeakable nausea rising from his stomach, making him want to vomit. He retched a few times and was slapped by the bowl girl.
"What are you going to do to me!" Long Zhizhang glared at the bowler girl. The painful sensation made his sane return a bit, and his brain kept alerting that the girl who dumped the bowl was dangerous and asked him to flee immediately.
Seeing Long Zhizhang's vigilant appearance, the bowling girl laughed instead, with crooked eyebrows and a feeling of a water town. She said word by word: "Wait a minute, don't you know?"
Long Zhizhang's breathing stopped, and he stiffly said: "I have never harmed you, I have no grievances against you, you let me go, please let me go!"
The hand of the girl throwing the bowl melted down Long Zhizhang's face. She pulled Long Zhizhang's hair out and said, "These are too many things, shave it." That tone was like in a vegetable market. I discussed with the pork vendor that there is too much hair on the pork to be shaved.
But Long Zhizhang was terrified! He has let go of all his dignity and begged for mercy again and again, why these people are not willing to let him go! Are they still human? !
The girl in the handkerchief tidying up the tools handed the bowl girl a razor and said with a smile, "Sister, please come on."
"Sister, don't worry, no one in the entire circus can match my craftsmanship." The bowling girl turned on the electric razor and looked at Long Zhizhang confidently.
Long Zhizhang moved his Adam's apple, his throat was dry and painful, his lips were chapped, he wanted to drink water, but he didn't dare to say, he was afraid that the girl would think of any tricks to deal with him.
The hair on his body was shaved little by little, and Long Zhizhang opened his mouth, leaking a few broken calls from his mouth. ..
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