Long Aotian is gay

The light was very dazzling, Zhong Ling blinked, glanced at the doctor, and glanced over, besides the doctor, there were two assistants standing beside the bed.

Everything was exactly the same as what happened in Zhong Ling's memory, including every detail, Zhong Ling was tightly bound with a restraint belt, the disgusting smell of disinfectant in the air, and the doctor's thought that no matter how many times he saw it, he would miss it. Gouged out disgusting eyes.

Zhong Ling felt as if he had forgotten something.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the doctor didn't take it seriously, "You will thank me when the operation is successful."

The assistant seemed to be a newcomer, his eyes were amazed and unbearable, "Aren't you going to be anesthetized?"

The doctor didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "Anyway, he's going to lose his sense of pain in the future, so let him feel it for the last time."

The doctor glanced at the assistant, "And do you know who he is? You pity him? Don't know when you will die."

"The number one killer in Tangtang's organization! I give you a piece of advice, for your own life, put away your useless sympathy."

After a few reprimands, the operation will begin soon.

The surgical light above his head was dazzling, his forehead was stabbed by the scalpel, and the sensation of his skull being lifted was very clear and obvious. He could feel the cold instrument moving in his brain, and the severe pain was numb at the end. Only the body's instinctive cold sweat broke out, and the physiological salt water emerged from the eyes, sliding down the corners of the eyes.

It hurts, it really hurts.

But Zhong Ling was a little confused, this feeling was very familiar, as if he had experienced this kind of thing for the first time, and Zhong Ling always felt that he had forgotten something.

Because he was focused on other things, Zhong Ling's surgery felt faster than the last one.

Um?Why did he say last time?

Something seemed to flash through Zhong Ling's mind, but when he tried to remember, there was a force preventing him from remembering, and his mind went blank.

Zhong Ling didn't dwell on this issue for too long. He was lying on the operating table, looking at the mirror glass opposite, his eyes fixed on one point, as if he was looking at someone through the glass.

The movement of the doctor's hand was slightly delayed, and his mouth did not stop at the same time, "Look at him, he is still so calm, he has no human emotions at all, as long as you don't treat him as a human being, it will be fine."

"Some people are born as tools. This is the meaning of their existence in the world. Otherwise, living in this world is a waste of food."

After the doctor told the two assistants, he didn't look at them, his eyes fell on Zhong Ling's indifferent face, and he said disdainfully, "Are you right? No.1"

Others say no.1 is admirable, but he is full of ridicule here.

No matter how powerful he was, wouldn't he just lie on the operating table like a dead fish and let him do whatever he wanted?

His eyes scanned him up and down like sticky bugs.

This face is superb, and his figure is even more extraordinary. Although he is not interested in men, it is not impossible.

Zhong Ling felt the disgusting sight, and remained motionless, thinking that he didn't feel anything. The fingers tied to his side moved, without attracting anyone's attention, until the wound was sewn up, the doctor took off the mask and gloves , when the finger was about to swipe across his face.

pat!

Scarlet warm blood splashed onto the mirror glass, the doctor covered his cut neck with his palm, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The two assistants stared blankly, and Zhong Ling wiped another one with his backhand. The only one left stood farther away. He took out the blade and cut the restraint belt. The assistant was terrified until Zhong Ling got off the operating table, and ran to the door as if he woke up. The effect of anesthesia was still a little bit left. The cart was supported to stand firm. At this time, the assistant had already grasped the doorknob. Zhong Ling picked up the scalpel on the cart and swung it. The assistant's happy expression just surfaced before he fell down.

Zhong Ling walked slowly to the side of his corpse, looked at the scalpel on the assistant's neck for two seconds, and shook his weak hand.

Just now, he actually wanted to take aim.

Opening the door, a red alarm suddenly sounded outside.

"Attention all personnel, go to XXX to intercept Yu Ling, and use any means if necessary, regardless of life or death."

"Attention all personnel, go to XXX to intercept Yu Ling, and use any means if necessary, regardless of life or death."

Zhong Ling looked down and saw that he had changed into a new suit. The jet-black tights suit was the full armor he had prepared for the mission before.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached. Zhong Ling held the gun in his left hand and the Nepal Army knife in his right, and ran directly to the corner without any pause in his footsteps. As the knife moved forward, it stabbed the person's neck directly, and blood gushed out.

The weird sense of familiarity surged up again, but Zhong Ling didn't have time to delve into it. More footsteps came, and Zhong Ling's special session began.

When Zhong Ling was one against a hundred in the illusion, in the black mist, the cat-headed ghost sensed that the ghost king and Yin Du had also run in. It couldn't show itself, otherwise the illusion would disappear and everything would be in vain, but at the same time it didn't want to Now face the ghost king.

The cat-headed ghost is not stupid, there are still so many celestial masters staring at it, if it directly turned against the ghost king, wouldn't it be an enemy, making it harder for itself?

So even though Maotou Ligui felt that his strength was enough to be equal to the ghost king, he still didn't show his face. Not long after Yindu came in, Maotou Ligui received the ghost king's call.

The cat-headed ghost is temporarily unable to appear, but can speak.

The Ghost King used Yin Du's body to talk to it, "What are your plans for so many celestial masters now?"

The tone is as usual, but it is actually testing the attitude of the cat-headed ghost.

What else can the cat-headed ghost do? For the time being, press all kinds of dissatisfaction and tell the truth.

"Of course it's best to get rid of them all."

Leaving aside the life-and-death battle between the Celestial Master and Li Gui, the cat-headed Li Gui couldn't ignore the so many exploding spells just now, and the pain of the soul being scorched.

The ghost king had no opinion on this, Yin Du had already chosen his position, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

but.

"Zhong Ling, can you deal with it?"

The cat-headed ghost felt insulted, "Oh, I'm just a human, are you looking down on me?"

Now it's not what it used to be.

"No, no, you're good, but I suddenly thought of a good idea."

Yin Du smiled, "Can you confuse Zhong Ling?"

Maotou Ligui muttered in his heart what kind of idea he had. After thinking about it, he found that he could do it, "Yes, it's just a little more troublesome."

At this point, 3 minutes have passed, and the contestants caught in the black mist are immersed in various illusions, and the illusions are their relatively deep memories, and they are blinded by ghosts. At most, they can only feel a kind of deja vu. The sense of familiarity, no one has yet come out of the illusion.

Yin Du followed the instructions of the cat-headed ghost to the place where Zhong Ling was. The black mist in front of him split a small path for Yin Du to pass through. Because the destination was clear, he found Zhong Ling not long after.

He stood upright, motionless, with his head slightly lowered, and Yin Du moved closer to look at his slightly opened eyes, which were dull and unfocused.

Obviously still immersed in hallucinations.

Yin Du patted his face hard, with a smug and disdainful expression, thinking that you, kid, have today too.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't looked at this body seriously for a long time, but Yin Du actually thinks this face is more handsome than when he used it before.

No no no, it must be an illusion!

They are all the same face, which must be the reason why he hasn't looked at this face carefully for a long time.

"What can you do?"

Before the ghost king could speak, the cat-headed ghost couldn't help it, and asked questions urgently.

It seems to have some sequelae of devouring many ghosts, and its temper is very violent and unstable.

Yin Du pouted, "What's the rush?"

He is not afraid of it.

"You control him to find those celestial masters. Those celestial masters must not have the slightest vigilance against him. Then when those celestial masters are not at all prepared, they will kill them. Not only can they solve the enemy, but also let Zhong Ling take the blame."

Yin Du felt happy just thinking about it.

Maotou Ligui was silent for a few seconds, and said to himself, this idea is good, but it is a bit difficult.

Zhong Ling's willpower was unexpectedly firm and powerful. It took most of Maotou Ligui's effort just to confuse him and trap him in a hallucination. All the other Celestial Master players combined could not compare to him.

Control and confusion are not on the same level.

Yin Du: "Why? Difficult? I thought you were very good now."

The tumbling black mist showed that the Maotou Ligui was not in a calm mood, but considering the Ghost King, he endured it.

At this time, in the hallucination, Zhong Ling passed through all the way, with countless corpses of his former colleagues behind him, shaking off the blood on the knife, and pushed open the door. The man he hated to the bone was sitting behind the crimson desk.

"Zhong Ling?"

The man called out to him.

Zhong Ling tilted his head. The name sounded familiar, as if someone had called him that before.

But his name is Yu Ling, not Zhong Ling.

I'm a little curious why the man called him that, and what's strange is that Zhong Ling was still full of hatred when he saw the man just now, but now his mood gradually calmed down.

Weird, so weird.

Zhong Ling asked, "Who is Zhong Ling?"

The man glanced at him, then at the unfamiliar furnishings around him, thoughtfully, "It's nothing, what do you need from me?"

Zhong Ling was surprised that he had killed everything outside. As the leader of the organization, the man monitored every corner of the organization, so it was impossible for him not to know.

Unless, he is fake.

Zhong Ling thought for a while, and Mu Cang and Nepal turned around and fell into the waist pocket accurately.

"You are hurt?"

The man didn't know when he came to him, his eyes fell on the back of his hand, where blood was dripping very slowly.

Zhong Ling is very powerful. Except for the two of them, there are basically no living people in the base. It is inevitable that they will be injured in the fierce battle. This was just a moment ago when they fought three times, they accidentally scratched their forearms because the tights were black. Yes, it wasn't very obvious until the blood flowed down.

The man asked in a low voice, "Who hurt you?"

A bit cold and murderous, Zhong Ling clearly distinguishes it, but it is also very clear that this killing intent is not directed at him, but at the person who hurt him.

A lot of strange thoughts and emotions merged together. Zhong Ling didn't react for a while, but heard the man ask, "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Ling has already had an operation, and he can't feel any pain. If you look carefully, you can still see a very small scar on his forehead. The flow of time in the hallucination is not clear, and the operation has been a long time ago. up.

It should have been said that it doesn't hurt, but when the words came to my lips, it turned into, "It hurts."

Very soft voice, no emotion, but both the speaker and the listener paused.

The man's torn clothes were bandaged briefly, and then he smiled. Those eyes that were mean, selfish and vicious in the past were as quiet as a deep pool, and Zhong Ling couldn't raise his guard at all.

This is really too strange!

What's even weirder is still behind, the man saw that he was silent, and after bandaging, he gently held his hand in his palm, with a smile in his eyes: "Were you acting like a baby just now?"

The person who used to be the No. 1 killer was suddenly stunned.

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I found a job, and I will start working tomorrow. It is because of my epidemic control, several roads have been blocked, it is very troublesome to go out, and I have to walk a long way == I hope the update can be completed quickly! ! !