super right hand

Updated: 2013-02-15

Jiang Hao knew that the dice would explode, because according to his previous test performance of the trick of beating cattle across the mountain, the explosion was an inevitable result, and there were no exceptions in the past, but he did not expect that the power of the explosion would be so powerful. big.welcome to read

Jiang Hao has now initially mastered the move of fighting cattle across the mountain, but he has not been able to use it freely. Qin Liuzhi asked him to use his dark energy, so he thought of using this move on a whim. As for the consequences, He hadn't had time to think about it yet.

It is better to use this trick sparingly in the future!

Jiang Hao thought of the huge adverse consequences of beating cattle across the mountain, and decided to use this destructive move less in the future. If he wants to use it, he must control it freely before using it, so as not to accidentally hurt himself, which is not very good. .

Snapped!

The remaining three dice on the table also quickly gathered and concentrated the airflow force, and then exploded, but this time, no one dared to take half a step closer, and the explosion fragments naturally did not hurt someone.

"Brother Hao, this move of yours is really powerful." Fan Yao looked at Jiang Hao enviously, and asked expectantly, "Can I learn this move?"

"If you are not afraid that your body will explode like a dice just now, I suggest you not to learn it." Jiang Hao warned with a blank expression.

"This!"

Fan Yao's face was unwilling, but he still didn't mention it resentfully. He didn't want his body to be torn apart. After all, he didn't enjoy life enough, and he didn't want to commit suicide.

"Do you have any questions?"

Jiang Hao sat back on the chair and asked Qin Liuzhi who was opposite him. No matter what questions Qin Liuzhi asked, he was confident and easy to deal with.

"Nothing."

Qin Liuzhi shook his head. At this moment, he had the intention to retreat. If he continued to compete, the final result could only be a loss. Since Jiang Hao's dark energy is so powerful, he believes that Jiang Hao will be able to do well. The dice in the bamboo tube, no matter what points you want, you can easily get it, so he has no advantage at all in such a bet.

Rather than being eliminated by comparing with Jiang Hao, it is better to automatically push down to protect one's reputation, and it is better not to do unnecessary struggle.

But would He Lang agree?

Qin Liuzhi rubbed the sixth finger hesitantly. He was invited by He Lang to gamble. If He Lang asked him to continue to gamble, he wouldn't be able to lose his reputation and automatically reject it!

In the infirmary on the third floor, He Lang howled like a curse: "Can't you be gentle? Do you want my life?"

"Yes."

Holding tweezers and wearing a mask, the doctor was sweating continuously on his tense forehead. He pinched a piece of He Lang's face with his hand, and then he gritted his teeth and pulled it out forcefully. He Lang's face was violently shaken. Trembling a few times, he hurriedly picked up the cotton cover and carefully wiped the blood for He Lang.

When He Lang walked into the infirmary just now, the doctor was frightened stupid on the spot. When he was on duty, the main purpose of his existence was to deal with the injured brothers of the Wild Wolf Gang. After all, some injuries cannot be treated in the hospital. The face was full of small pieces, which made it very difficult for him.

What was even more troublesome was that He Lang's injury was on his face, so he couldn't take anesthesia at all, which meant that the fragments on He Lang's face needed to be pulled out one by one!

There were dead fragments all over He Lang's face, and every time he pulled out a piece, it was equivalent to suffering a severe pain. As a doctor, he was very clear about the distribution of nerves on his face, so he naturally understood how much pain He Lang was enduring.

click!

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, and threw the crushed fragment into the bloody tray in front of him, and there were already many fragments, large and small, in the tray.

"what!"

He Lang clenched his fists tightly, and the severe pain made his body twitch, but the more severe the twitch, the more painful his face became, and he even felt that his face no longer belonged to him.

Jiang Hao, I must strip you alive!

A monstrous murderous intent rose in He Lang's heart, and the doctor at the side was terrified, and the strength of his movements automatically slowed down a bit.

"You should pull it out quickly!"

He Lang relied on his willpower to persevere. Who let the wound be on his face? According to the doctor, if you get measles, one bad thing will hurt your brain, and you will become an idiot. Between idiot and severe pain, He Lang Choose hard resistance wisely!

"Understood, Young Master Wolf."

The doctor pinched the tweezers nervously, knowing that there was no way to go on like this, he simply gritted his teeth and increased the speed of the fragments by a few points, directly ignoring He Lang's screams, and busy picking them up on his own.

There were screams one after another in the whole clinic, which made the scalp tingling, which made the little brother guarding outside the clinic break out in cold sweat, and looked at the tightly closed door of the clinic from time to time.

click!

With a sound, he plunged the tweezers deep into He Lang's face, ignored He Lang's cursing and roaring, and found a sharp fragment the size of a hair in the bloody mess, which was still in the bloody tray next to him.

After taking out the last piece, he hastily dipped cotton in anti-inflammatory lotion and gently wiped He Lang's wound, wiping his bloody face little by little.

After finishing all this, he sat down on the chair limply with a sound of collapse, and said weakly, "Master Wolf, the fragments have been taken out, and your face has been wiped clean."

"it is good."

He Lang nodded weakly, and responded with a hoarse voice. He no longer knew how many times the doctor's tweezers had entered and exited his face. He rolled his eyes and glanced at the tray. The bright red cotton balls took up half of the basin. , and bloody fragments can be seen on the cotton ball.

When the doctor took out half of the fragments, He Lang's face had already become numb due to the severe pain. Unless it was severe pain, there was no feeling of slight pain.

Hope you don't get paralyzed!

He Lang touched his face with his hands, wanting to make some facial movements, but tragically found that his face seemed to no longer obey his commands, and his expression seemed to be fixed.

"Master Wolf, your face can't move for the time being, because it has been too stimulated, wait a few hours and it will be fine."

The doctor looked at He Lang's fiery red eyes, afraid that He Lang would blame him, so he hurriedly explained.

"Oh."

He Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at himself in the mirror expressionlessly. The severe convulsions, pain, and massive blood loss on his face made his face no longer rosy, just like a piece of white paper that had been soaked. And on the handsome face, like a piece of mended cloth, small scars appeared here and there, and the marks were so dense that they were everywhere.

"When will it be restored?"

He Lang rubbed his bumpy face with his fingertips, and asked a question that he cared about the most. He didn't expect to do anything to Jiang Hao, but his own face was disfigured first!

"The wounds are very small, the disinfection is timely, and the treatment has caught up. It won't take long for the scars to heal, and it won't take long for it to heal."

The doctor replied obediently, and carefully glanced at He Lang, trying to read He Lang's reaction, but the expression on He Lang's face remained the same, and it was difficult for him to decipher what He Lang was thinking, so he could only resign himself to fate. standing up.

"Will it leave a scar?"

The corner of He Lang's mouth twitched. The wound that had been cleaned up was slightly bleeding out because of being involved. The frightened He Lang hurriedly endured the pain and remained expressionless.

"Will not."

The doctor replied affirmatively, He Lang's face was full of wounds, and if he recovered well, there would definitely be no scars, but how could his face remain expressionless?If He Lang got involved in the wound and the wound couldn't heal, he would definitely leave a scar.

But now that He Lang was in a moment of anger, he didn't dare to tell the truth. If he became He Lang's punching bag, he would have to pay the price of his life. The doctor automatically classified his deception as a white lie.

"That's good."

He Lang's dangling heart was put back into his stomach again. He was really afraid that his face would become the current patched state, even though this picture looked neither human nor ghost. It is very suitable for scaring people, but the key is that it will scare yourself!

"Do you use a bandage?"

He Lang asked worriedly.

"The bandages are all big wounds. You don't need bandages for small wounds like yours. If you bandage it, it will affect the ventilation, which is not conducive to wound closure."

The doctor lowered his head and answered respectfully. He knew that He Lang was a person who wanted face. If he really suggested that He Lang wrap his face like a mummy, He Lang would definitely not agree. It turned into a mummy directly. To be on the safe side, it's better not to bandage it.

"Ah."

After thinking about it carefully, He Lang felt that what the doctor said made sense.

"Master Wolf, your wound needs to recover properly now. I suggest you not to get emotional, because once you get emotional, the wound will be involved. That way...you will be very painful, and it is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

The doctor clearly sensed the murderous aura on He Lang. He knew that He Lang was a person who never suffered. Now that he suffered such a serious injury, it was still on his face. According to He Lang's temperament, he would definitely take revenge. He Lang had nothing to do with him even if he killed someone. He just hoped that He Lang's face would not be in trouble again, because his life would be closely related to He Lang's face from now on!

"Don't get emotional?"

He Lang needed to vent his pent-up anger, but the doctor didn't let him get angry. Could it be that he was going to be pissed off?

"Don't get too excited, it doesn't matter if you get a little excited."

The doctor sensed He Lang's anger and hurriedly changed his words.

"I see."

He Lang took a deep breath, and he suddenly felt that even after taking a breath, his face became very painful, and he quickly thought about how to deal with Jiang Hao, to avenge his disfigurement.

It seems necessary to use some very means!

He Lang spat out a mouthful of saliva, and the blood from the wound on his tongue was stained red. He had already thought of a new way to win Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao, I want to see if it is you who are good at cheating, or I am good at cheating!

He Lang stared blankly at himself in the mirror, his red eyes were full of anger and hatred, he decided that no matter what, after the game was over, he would kill Jiang Hao, otherwise it would not be enough to calm the anger in his heart , but before killing Jiang Hao, he needs to win Jiang Hao, no matter what method he uses, he must win!