Long Zhizhang's body had been almost eaten, and his head was kicked tilted by a leopard that was so eaten. If it weren't for his neck, his head would have probably been kicked into the corner.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so pitiful." The magician shook his head and pitied Long Zhizhang. He pulled open the tuxedo jacket outside and took out a magic wand from the inner bag of the jacket. The magic wand was pitch black and transparent, with only a small silver-white reed on the head of the stick. The magic wand shook it at Long Zhizhang a few times, and the stick sprinkled some white powder. The leopard touched the powder, yawned and lay down and fell asleep.

However, Long Zhizhang became more and more awake. He stared at the magician with his eyes. The magician whistled and said to him: "Little Pity, don't worry about sleeping. Everything will be fine after waking up."

Long Zhizhang closed his eyes with peace of mind. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the dark ceiling and a familiar lamp.

"You are awake. The operation is at its most important time. See if your new body is very handsome!" The magician came over, his eyes were shiny. Long Zhizhang saw his current body, the body of a lion in his eyes.

"What's going on? You don't like it?" Seeing the horror in Long Zhizhang's eyes, the smile on the magician's face disappeared, replaced by a kind of disgust and indifference.

"Where is my body?" Long Zhizhang asked in disbelief for a long time.

"Don't you remember? Your body was eaten by a leopard, and I threw away all the rotten meat left. Now this body is the freshly slaughtered lion body, strong and powerful. I don't know how many lionesses will fall in love with you when you go out." Speaking of his great creation, the magician said more.

He waved his magic wand, and a mirror facing Long Zhizhang appeared in the air. In the mirror was his full body. Every time Long Zhizhang looked, he felt that the stitching between the head and the lion was painful, but the magician was happy to see him.

He is a human being! Why should he attract a female lion? Long Zhizhang was crying but didn't cry, and felt like he was in confusion. What is he now? Is he a human being? Or is he a lion? Or is he nothing?

"Get up and enjoy!" The magician suddenly removed the mirror and said. Before Long Zhizhang could react, he was pulled off the operating table by the magician. The head of a bloody lion was thrown under the operating table. The lion's eyes were wide open, just aiming at Long Zhizhang's eyes. In those dull eyes, there was an emotion called unwillingness. Long Zhizhang did not dare to look at it anymore, and was pulled away by the magician obediently.

Long Zhizhang didn't want to obey, but he was not at all adapted to his new body. His inner resistance, and suddenly he changed from a bipedal to a quadrupedal, Long Zhizhang could not use his current body normally.

What is it like now? A toy that is being played with by others? Long Zhizhang was confused. At the beginning, the strong idea of ​​wanting to escape was gone. Even if he escaped, he would be regarded as a research object by others. In a daze, Long Zhizhang's hatred for Ye Chen became stronger and stronger. If Ye Chen hadn't suddenly appeared and brought him to such a place, he would not have fallen to the point he is now!

"Alarm - The judged object has a strong sense of attack on the host. Will he be punished?" The system customer service stood beside Ye Chen and asked.

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed, "I still don't repent until now." Although Long Zhizhang was afraid, he did not realize how great the sins he had committed before, nor did he repent his sins. Until now, he only considered himself and attributed the mistakes to others.

"He won't have a good ending, so there's no need to do anything extra." Ye Chen refused the help of the system customer service, and he looked at the Death Live Room.

Long Zhizhang was pushed to a high platform in a daze, and cheers came from below. Long Zhizhang looked over and saw the magician holding a flying knife at a glance.

The magician said, "I'll teach you how to be a magician. From now on, you will be my magician apprentice. To become a magician, you need to go through hard training. The flying knife formation is the first training." As he said that, he threw out the first flying knife. At the same time, Long Zhizhang found that he was pressed by Wuming's power and flashed the big turntable behind him. The big turntable took him to rotate, and the flying knife brushed his cheek and nailed it to the big turntable.

The magician was very satisfied with his achievements, so he picked up the second flying knife.

Long Zhizhang yelled: "Stop, I don't want to be a magician!"

"Don't want it?" The magician's face became ferocious, "That's not your choice!" As soon as his words fell, more than a dozen flying knives flew behind the magician. The flying knives flashed with cold light and flew towards Long Zhizhang. Long Zhizhang shook, but his body could not be controlled by himself.

There were only a few flying knives nailed to the target, and the others were nailed to Long Zhizhang. The body of the lion he had just replaced was now covered in bruises, and there were a few more scars on Long Zhizhang's face.

The flying knife that was stabbed on his body was about to fly towards the magician, and then formed a neat row behind the magician, aiming the tip of the knife at Long Zhizhang. Long Zhizhang begged for mercy and said, "No, please don't." The feeling of stabbing the knife on his body was so painful. Long Zhizhang never wanted to experience it again in his life.

The magician did not stop his movements because of Long Zhizhang's begging for mercy. He raised his hand and said slowly: "Do you still remember what you said? 'How can you become a superior person without experiencing pain?' I am helping you become a superior person, don't thank me too much." His hand waved back, and the flying knife stabbed Long Zhizhang like a strong wind.

After two rounds of flying swords, Long Zhizhang was already full of holes, and the magician still did not stop. The third round of flying swords arrived soon, and Long Zhizhang became numb. He showed a little sign of struggling, and the magician's behavior would become even more crazy. In order to make himself feel better, he could only swallow the begging and wailing that were stuck in his throat.

"Stop playing, you will be ruined by you if you continue playing." A girl who swung the red handkerchief with her index finger jumped over, and the hand that was originally inserted into her waist took away the magician's magic wand. The magician lost the magic wand, and suddenly his back bent and became unconfident when he spoke. He said to the girl: "Give me my magic wand back!"
Chapter completed!