Chapter 321

Song QingHan didn't know if Muye was busy, but they couldn't be idle on the day of the sacrifice ceremony.

He wanted to say something, but Muye couldn't wait. He ran to him and yuanxuan directly and urged him: "hurry up! There's no time. You have to succeed today! "

Song QingHan and yuanxuan look at each other, slowly stand up and follow him, toward the operating room that let them resist.

The two men were still on the operating table, but when song QingHan saw their faces, his perception was obviously different from that before.

Is the wood leaf always so cruel and heartless, or what kind of attack? Did he really feel nothing when he saw these sons on the operating table that were somewhat similar to him?

These sons are also very strange, clearly a large number, but do not know to unite against Muye. Or is it that the confrontation has not achieved the desired results?

Song QingHan bowed his head and pondered. Suddenly, a scalpel was thrown from the plate in front of him. The voice of wooden leaves seemed cold and indifferent.

"If you do it, you will be rewarded if you succeed. If you fail, he will be punished."

Seeing that the direction he indicated was clearly the direction of the original Xuan, song QingHan stopped and calmly said, "since I failed, naturally I should be punished. What's the matter with him?"

With a smile on his face, the leaves of the wood, as if explaining a fact, understated and said, "why do I stipulate this? Do you not count them in your heart? Don't talk about yesterday. You didn't think of it. You just don't want to talk about it, do you? Since you don't worry about being punished, I'll punish him instead of you. If you don't, I'll punish the man in the room. In this way, you should be obedient? "

"Don't say I'm cruel. I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it."

This is the first time Muye said this to him. Although song QingHan was calm, he was touched by his heart.

It seems that the prospect of victory has affected him, so that he can no longer hide his inner violence.

Song QingHan thought silently, while disinfecting the surgical knife with strong liquor, he said slowly, "if I succeed, can we move freely here?"

Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at him. His voice was inexplicable: "you can also move freely here now."

After detoxification, song QingHan raised his eyelids and glanced at him calmly: "you know I don't mean that. I want real freedom, there is no snake to follow."

After listening to his words, Muye's face showed a distinct displeasure and frowned: "they are just some snakes. They don't understand people's words or understand what you are doing. Besides, I don't have the habit of locking them in a cage. They can go wherever they want. I can't restrain them."

Song QingHan rarely heard so much explanation from Muye. He nodded and calmly said, "in this case, they will be handed over to me. As long as I don't hurt them, you should have nothing to say?"

Seeing what Muye still wanted to say, song QingHan suddenly said, "this is impossible. What reward can we say? Simply say that there is no reward, only punishment.". Punishment is what snakes do to us, and rewards are what we do to snakes. Isn't it fair? "

Muye was stunned and seemed helpless. He turned to the head and said, "OK, let's start."

Song QingHan wields his knife, his face is focused, as if nothing can disturb him.

Looking at his appearance, Muye has no reason to have more confidence and sink down to watch his operation.

In fact, until now, he still did not understand why song QingHan knew so many strange knowledge, but those knowledge could not be verified, but had its own logic.

He asked himself that he had made a thorough investigation of song QingHan. He knew that song QingHan had never studied medicine with any doctor before he married Wu Dahu, and no one in his family had ever been a doctor. Therefore, he could not understand song QingHan's Kung Fu.

Sometimes he thinks that song QingHan and he are the same kind of people who have lived for a long time, but their appearance is still young. But if this is the case, song QingHan's "Tao Xing" is even higher than his and will not be reduced to the point of being controlled by him.

But it's hard to say... Wu Dahu flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing at the bottom of his heart.

A man as clever as song QingHan should not be caught up in things like love and love, but if not, he would have no room to drill, because he was sure that even if he looked for another 100 years, he would not find a second song QingHan.

When he was deep in thought, song QingHan had already reached the most critical step in the operation.

Even if it is the original Xuan side watching, at this time also can't help but pinch a sweat for song QingHan.

It's easy to say in theory, but in practice, it's hard to know without thinking.

Song QingHan's eyebrows are tight, the movements on his hands are not bad, and there is no hesitation. He can do what he thinks.

There is no way to do it. There is no instrument here. It depends on whether God would like to give him and the poor man a bowl of rice to eat.

After this step, the man didn't die. Song QingHan knew that the God was soft hearted, or he couldn't look down on the cruel behavior of wooden leaves.Although he knew that the operation was probably successful, song QingHan and Muye did not speak. Even yuanxuan quietly watched song QingHan continue to move.

After suturing, song QingHan washed his hands and tools, frowned and said, "I need a rest. My stomach is uncomfortable."

Muye took a look at his stomach and saw that yuanxuan had already rushed to help him pulse, but there was nothing to stop him. He only said, "success is success, but this is only one time. When we do it again, it's time for us to do something important."

Song QingHan randomly nodded, see the original Xuan look dignified, did not say anything, took him to turn to leave.

Although yuan Wenxuan is still small, it is enough to connect the recent events. When he left the operating room and walked into the narrow corridor, he subconsciously asked, "master, do you want to change his internal organs?"

In fact, Muye is in good health now, but he just doesn't feel well.

The exchange of blood keeps his appearance in his youth, but the matching things inside are still old-fashioned. He is not happy, he wants to change it.

Song QingHan didn't think that he would die with a knife when he was doing the operation for Muye, but in that case, he would die, the child in his stomach would die, Wu Dahu and yuanxuan would die, and even Hualian, Lu Sen and Xiaoshi, who did not know where they were hiding, would die.

He still counseled that his life was only one time. He wanted to live well, so he would try his best to deal with Muye, even burst out his potential at the critical moment, and did what he was not sure he could do.