Chapter 33 Yihongyuan Hotel (32)

The three doctors held the scalpel and thrust it down into his neck. The sharp scalpel pierced the aorta and blood spurted out.

The doctor didn't stop, and the scalpel slid across his neck.

Three fountains shot straight to the ceiling, causing a bloody storm.

It's not over yet. After the U-turn, the doctor was not dead. His head and cervical vertebrae were hanging behind him like small backpacks.

Then he continued to use the scalpel to draw zebra crossings all over his body.

The knife penetrated three-thirds of the flesh, blood dripping, and flesh flew everywhere.

Yuan Qingli pulled up a stool and sat down. This transformation seemed to take a long time.

However, the swordsman behind him is about to finish the battle, so these things should not be in his eyes.

Finally, the doctor in the operating room suddenly turned into a monster with rotten flesh hanging on its body, the kind without a head, and its shape was very different from the transformed bodyguard.

The only difference was that after they cut themselves, they took out three more scalpels from under the operating table, scalpels that were at least three times larger.

Three monsters surrounded Yuan Qingli, and before turning around, the small backpack that was hanging turned into weird and deformed heads one after another.

Two empty big eyes, no, six of them, stared at Yuan Qingli faintly, grinning with a sinister smile:

"Eye!"

"heart!"

"Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over!"

Yuan Qingli felt the stiffness of her limbs, and her heart was beating crazily faster than ever before, as if it was about to explode.

She knew that she was overconfident, and she should have rushed forward to deal with the two of them while the transformation was still pending.

The monsters' voices kept breaking through her inner defenses and calmness.

Those strong nerves were destroyed in an instant and became sensitive and fearful.

He didn't dare to raise his head in too big an arc. He only raised his eyelids and rolled his eyeballs upward to meet the weird head surrounding him.

Isolated.

For a moment, a thought flashed through Yuan Qingli's mind.

Can't escape!

Dead!

However, her thoughts were quickly swallowed up by her sudden desire to survive.

Live!

She wants to live!

The doctors sneered and approached Yuan Qingli. Yuan Qingli turned over behind a table and shouted loudly: "Sword Immortal, come here to help!"

Outside the door, Mu Yingshan had already dealt with all the four-legged beasts.

Hearing Yuan Qingli's call, he turned around and entered the house involuntarily.

Looking at the helpless Yuan Qingli, Mu Yingshan seemed to see his former self in his dim vision.

He found it ironic.

The violent aura surged through Mu Yingshan's body, and he roared like a monster from hell, with veins around his mouth exposed.

He has never wanted to be sent around or controlled by others.

Little did he know that he would now be so humiliated and become a prop for others.

First he became a thug, then a groom, and he also became a locksmith. As a swordsman, he had never suffered such a humiliation.

Ever since Mu Yingshan was betrayed by his beloved, his kindness disappeared like ashes and ceased to exist.

In that world, he killed the betrayer, slaughtered the entire sect of the other party, and washed the sect with blood.

After becoming an enemy of the world, he was hunted down by endless so-called righteous people. Did they ever hear a few words from him, but saw the results, but did not know the pain in his heart.

Humph, what is justice and evil is just coveting his mind.

What kind of little fairy, what kind of master who makes unprovoked arrangements?

Can you still be your own master at such a young age?

Since there is no intention, why should you care.

Kill her!

Change your body!

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.