"Tattooed on the sternum in front of the heart. "In the same position as in his previous life, Yan Leng was actually more worried about Cen Ge's reaction when he found out about it, yes, he was gambling. In this love game with Cen Ge, before it started, he had already lost nothing, and now, the chips he has are only left with himself, so this time the bone pattern tattooed on his heart, he is gambling with himself.

"You're crazy?!! the little boss twisted his eyebrows, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, and his words were full of disbelief.

"It's okay, I can trust your craft...... Take out the 'life and death certificate', I'll sign it." "Yan Leng is very proficient, in his previous life, this guy just took a 'Accidental Death Liability Justice Certificate' to scare him, at that time Yan Leng was simply half dead, how could he be frightened by this thing? At that time, Yan Leng laughed, jokingly called this responsibility book "life and death", and scolded a coward.

“…… Okay! Anyway, it's you and not mine, you're not afraid, what am I afraid of?!" The little boss seemed to be angry with Yan Leng's attitude, and directly dumped him with a life and death situation, and took a capacitive pen to draw on Yan Leng's body.

Two seconds later, Yan Leng's name appeared on this incomparably ridiculous and ridiculous life and death certificate, saying that it was mad because all the terms on it were in case of an accident, if the tattooed person died, if he regretted it in the future, etc., and said that it was ridiculous because this unpublished letter of responsibility, legally speaking, actually has no legal effect, besides, if his family wants to find trouble with him, how can a letter of responsibility full of loopholes be shirked?

"You...... Come on, I don't bother to say, anyway, I'll sue you when I should sue you, then I'll start!" After the little boss said this, he suddenly showed a series of rather peculiar-looking weapons, some sharp, some blunt, some flattened, some needle-pointed, and some corrugated, these will be things that act on human bones, inevitably with some blood and cold light.

There is no one in ten thousand who knows how to write bone tattoos, and the process is extremely complex, and the requirements for the skills of tattoo artists are also extremely high, not only skillful, but also talented, which is responsible for these customers.

The skin and flesh were cut open, and the little boss also took a stick-like thing into it and stirred it, and it hurt so much that Yan couldn't catch his breath and held on until now.

In addition to concentrating on "dissecting" Yan Leng, the little boss also wiped Yan Leng's sweat from time to time, and tirelessly told Yan Leng that he must hold on.

On the other side, at Yan Leng's request, a mirror was put forward, so that Yan Leng could watch the whole process of being dissected with his own eyes, and when this request was made, the little boss rolled his eyes and scolded the pervert fiercely.

It's been an hour, Yan Leng looked at the clock on the wall and made a wry smile, but it couldn't be seen on the distorted face at all.

It's been an hour and a half, Yan Leng looked at the mirror opposite, but found that because of the excessive pain, he couldn't see things clearly, looking at the blur on the mirror, Yan Leng endured extremely hard, while recalling that about twenty minutes ago, the guy in front of him had already copied the guy and cut himself almost to the ground, and it was estimated that the hardest time was coming.

"It's about to be the most painful, you have to hold back, if you accidentally move, my knife may be inserted into your heart. The little boss poured out his hand, wiped his sweat, and panted.

"Know...... "Yan Leng didn't dare to breathe much just now, and now he is taking advantage of him to pause his movements and pant fiercely, although he has been tattooed in his previous life, it does not affect the pain in this life at all, he does not discount at all, and he does not talk about his feelings at all."......

As the little boss rubbed back and forth on his bones, he felt his heart tighten for a moment, and the pain beyond the limit was unbearable, but he had to be sober to accept the torture of cutting flesh and scraping bones.

In the first second, he could still hear the sound of the knife scraping on the bones, but the next second, he suspected that his ear bones had been broken in pain, white light flashed in front of him, and even the instinct to think had been lost.

Yan Leng can still think bitterly and happily to see which one can hurt more.

On the one hand, he allowed others to scrape the bones and engrave the characters, and on the other hand, he pressed the wounds more and more hard, which is a torture that ordinary people cannot imagine. And Yan Leng personally chose such torture for himself, and suffered in such a small tattoo parlor, like being trapped in a hell with no end.

Cen Ge ...... Cen Ge ......

Cen Ge ......

Cen Ge ......

Steep...... Song......

"Hey, wake up! It's just the last point, if you faint, all the suffering in front of you will be in vain!" Yan Leng was about to enter a coma, and the shouts of the little boss sounded in his ears.

But...... It hurts...... Don't want to wake up......

Yan Leng frowned fiercely, as if he had fainted, and the little boss who couldn't figure out the situation didn't dare to go under the knife for a while, for fear of accidentally injuring or even killing Yan Leng by mistake.

“…… Continue...... Continued...... "Just when the little boss was still hesitating, he suddenly heard Yan Leng's voice, although it was small, but it was undoubted.

"Are you sure?" the matter was important, and the little boss confirmed again.

“…… Continue...... Continued......" Yan Leng kept repeating this sentence, and he didn't know if he had fainted.

The little boss gritted his teeth, pinched Yan Leng hard, and then continued to use the knife on Yan Leng's body, first lightly covering a little red paste-like thing on the bones, then sewing the flesh that had just been cut, and finally wiping it back and forth with alcohol, and then took a capacitive tattoo pen to quickly tattoo the pattern on this piece of flesh wound, and applied a large amount of anti-inflammatory drugs, and it was over.

After the little boss sewed the flesh together, Yan Leng had completely fainted, and the whole person fell into the hands of the little boss, allowing the mermaid to eat.

It wasn't until dawn that Yan Leng woke up from a coma, as expected, he had a high fever, although the whole person woke up, he was still a little delirious, he didn't know where he was now, he didn't know anyone, he was muttering something intermittently, and the hoarse voice in his throat was so hoarse that the little boss couldn't hear it clearly, but vaguely seemed to be telling someone not to go.

There seems to be a word "song", it should be the person who the owner of the tattoo carved into the blood and bones, although he doesn't know what happened, he still has some appreciation for Yan Leng, the veritable pain can be survived, is it because he has been hurt more deeply? Or because the pain in his heart has overshadowed everything?

Even when I was delirious, I still remembered it, and this feeling can be called unforgettable.

After a while, Yan Leng finally stopped having a high fever, and let the little boss breathe a sigh of relief, and if he continued to burn with such a high fever, he was afraid that a good person would also burn into a fool.

As for the index finger of his right hand that was broken by himself, the little boss secretly found the old doctor in the orthopedic clinic next door to help Yan Leng correct his secondary bones, or the little boss's own pocket, although the little boss will definitely come back with Yan Leng a lot of money.

After another half a day, Yan Leng opened his eyes, although he couldn't see things clearly, but his consciousness was finally clear.

“…… There you are. When the time finally came to pronounce the verdict, Yan Leng closed his eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably, and waited for the verdict.

If it were of any use to plead, I would like to prostrate at your feet and plead with all my heart, but for you there is nothing to hide, and I have no choice but to silently ask for your mercy.