"Look at you, you are pitiful, the blood on your body is almost flowing out." The girl in the handkerchief said with distress.

Her hands are slender and slender, which is better than any of the hands Long Zhizhang has seen before. She exerted very lightly, and the wound made Long Zhizhang a little itchy. Occasionally, the girl with handkerchief would use force unconsciously. Long Zhizhang groaned, and she would repent and withdraw her hand, and then comfort Long Zhizhang apologetically.

Long Zhizhang gradually felt this way. He forgot that the handkerchief girl was also a member of the circus and one of the people who had ridiculed and despised him before.

His brain has automatically blocked everything, and now all she can think of is comfort.

"I want to cure you." The handkerchief woman pulled Long Zhizhang's neck and led him out.

I have to say that some of the things in the circus are really magical. The big turntable is reluctant to leave Long Zhizhang, just to stick to him, but when the handkerchief comes, he let go of Long Zhizhang openly.

Long Zhizhang was led by a handkerchief girl. He didn't know where he was going, but just thought about the girl's remaining warmth on his body.

When Long Zhizhang's mind recovered, he lay on the operating table again. There was a familiar lamp above his head. The dim light made Long Zhizhang feel panicked. He wanted to stand up from the operating table. At this time, the handkerchief girl and another girl swayed the bowl came over.

When the girl saw Long Zhizhang about to get up, she tilted her mouth, raised the slender stick in her hand, pressed Long Zhizhang's legs with one hand, and passed the slender stick through Long Zhizhang's legs with the other.

"Ah--" Long Zhizhang looked at the girl who was throwing the bowl in disbelief, and the pain made his eyes covered with a layer of fog.

The girl threw the bowl and ignored Long Zhizhang's accusing eyes, and brought a slender stick from somewhere, and touched Long Zhizhang's other leg.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Long Zhizhang shrank and retreated, pulled the wound, and a large pool of blood came out.

He was hugged by someone behind him. Long Zhizhang shook for a moment. When a familiar feeling appeared, he realized that there was a handkerchief girl behind him. The handkerchief girl whispered: "Relax, relax."

Long Zhizhang shook his head, and the sadness in his heart spread even deeper. He probably had noticed it, but he was unwilling to admit it in his heart - these two people were in the same group. He begged the girl with a handkerchief: "Save me!"

The girl with handkerchief looked at the girl who shook the bowl. The girl was very simple and started to fall. Another slender stick was stabbed into Long Zhizhang's legs.

Long Zhizhang's legs were fixed, and he had two left, but he could no longer run. It was so painful. The pain continued to spread from his legs to his heart. He was in pain all over, which made him feel weak and lost the light called hope in his eyes.

In this circus, 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.

Let's end quickly, kill me, kill me. Long Zhizhang's head hurts very much, as if someone was having a disco party in his mind. He roared silently, tears broke through the dam and flowed down his embarrassed face.

The girl with handkerchief wiped her tears with distress and said softly: "Don't be sad, we are helping you!"

Long Zhizhang kept shook his head and helped him? This was the ridiculous joke he had heard in his life. He was obviously torturing him, so why did he keep saying that he was helping him?

Hypocritical humans.

The girl threw the bowl and didn't care about Long Zhizhang's back and forth between the girl with handkerchief. She simply and neatly pierced the other two slender sticks into Long Zhizhang's legs, spreading Long Zhizhang and fixing it on the operating table.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. She looked at Long Zhizhang who could not move and clapped her hands and said with satisfaction: "It's done."

The handkerchief girl also smiled, and she praised, "Sister, you did a great job."

"You don't even see who I am." The girl slammed the bowl and let out a strange laugh.

She slapped Long Zhizhang's wound and made a large pool of blood. Long Zhizhang screamed, and the girl in the handkerchief covered his mouth calmly, making him unable to scream.

"Start quickly, otherwise his blood will flow away and he will not be able to save it." The girl who dumped the bowl said seriously.

"Sister, I'll rely on you next." The girl with handkerchief nodded. When she was shaking the bowl and putting on a mask, she walked away to bring back a plate. The plate made a crackling sound because of her walking.

Long Zhizhang opened his eyes and looked at the girl who was shaking the bowl. She was wearing gloves now. The cheap plastic gloves emitted a stinky smell, wrapped around Long Zhizhang's nose.

Suddenly, Long Zhizhang felt an unspeakable nausea rising from his stomach, which made him want to vomit. After he retching a few times, he was slapped by the girl who threw the bowl.

"What are you going to do to me!" Long Zhizhang stared at the girl with a bowl. The pain made his mind return a little. His brain kept reminding the girl with a bowl that was dangerous and asked him to escape immediately.

Looking at Long Zhizhang's vigilant look, the girl swayed the bowl and laughed, her eyebrows and eyes curled up, with a water town charm. She said word by word: "Wait a minute, won't you know?"

Long Zhizhang's breathing stopped, and he said stiffly: "I have never harmed you, I have no grudges and grudges with you. You let me go, please let me go!"

The girl's hand was distorted along Long Zhizhang's face. She pulled Long Zhizhang's hair out and said, "These things are too redundant, shave them." That tone was as calm as if she was discussing with the pork dealer in the vegetable market that there was too much hair on the pork and she had to shave them off.

But it scared Long Zhizhang! He had already let go of all his dignity and begged for mercy again and again. Why are these people just unwilling to let him go? Are they still humans?!

The girl who was tidying up the tool handed the girl a razor when she threw the bowl, and said with a smile: "Sister, come on."

"Sister, don't worry, no one in the entire circus can compare with my skills." The girl who threw the bowl 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 that he was afraid that the girl would come up with some tricks to deal with him.
Chapter completed!