The doctor wore a white coat, black trousers, black leather shoes, a white mask, white gloves, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of his face was covered by a white mask, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes, and a perverted smile flashed in his eyes, which made him shudder like a poisonous snake when he stared at people.

In his white-gloved hand he held a surgical scalpel, the thin blade shining with a blinding cold light.

"Hi Bichi!" The white patient suddenly wrung hard on the female nurse's buttocks, and the female nurse let out a scream of pain.

It's like a signal, the doctor is holding the scalpel and walking towards the patient, he walks calmly and calmly, step by step, as if he really just walked over.

The patient jumped up and pushed the female nurse towards the doctor, who was still in no hurry, only when the female nurse was about to collide with him, he took a seemingly random diagonal step, but it was just right to avoid the female nurse.

"Whew-"

The whole bed was lifted up by the patient with one hand, and slapped the doctor on the head like a huge goshawk.

The doctor's eyes flashed with a perverted smile, his body suddenly accelerated, and he grabbed the patient's face first, and the scalpel flashed!

"Whoa—"

His white-gloved hand pulled out a string of apparitions, and the scalpel cut a dazzling silver line in the air, so fast that it was impossible to see where the blade had come from.

And a blood line appeared on the patient's neck instantly, blood slowly gushed out of the blood line, the patient's hand was weak, and with a loud "boom", the hospital bed fell to the floor, and the doctor had already appeared behind him.

"Boom-boom-boom......"

The doctor's scalpel kept flying up and down in the air, and the silver threads were intertwined into bright six-pointed stars in the air!

The patient's body was densely covered with blood lines, which crisscrossed and looked very cruel and beautiful, and his hospital gown had long been stained red with blood.

It stands to reason that he should have been lying down after so many knives, but he didn't fall down, the doctor's knife technique is really amazing.

When the patient falls to the left side, the scalpel will appear exactly on his left side, drawing a line of blood, not light or heavy, just enough for him to turn back to the right, and at this time a silver line will appear on his right side, bringing out a string of blood beads......

In this way, the patient swayed around like a tumbler, but he never fell, only the blood on his body was constantly rushing.

The Doctor's mouth hidden under the white mask opened a smug perverted grin, he liked to torture his opponents like nothing more, and it had become his signature signature.

Although this kind of abuse is very perverted, making him notorious among black boxers, but because of this, it has gathered a group of loyal die-hard fans, constantly throwing money rain for him, and the reward he gets for each fight is far greater than the share.

With this encouragement, the doctor went further and further down the path of metamorphosis.

The two girls who played the nurses were so frightened that they huddled in a ball and huddled in the corner, lest they be drawn into the battle group. In addition to role-playing, there are actually more meanings of their existence, such as meat shields, obstacles, and ......

"Cool! It's so cool! ”

"It's the art of killing!"

"It's a doctor, such a fast knife!"

The spectators blushed like young girls in spring, tearing off their ties and waving them in the air, their white shirts open to reveal their sweaty chests, standing on chairs and jumping and roaring, as if they were pig butchers rather than well-dressed white-collar workers in the workplace, and the charming charm of black boxing allowed them to vent all the negative emotions in their hearts unscrupulously.

Their roars rose and fell like waves after waves, hoarse but never stopped.

The high rollers in the front row of VIP seats were also very excited, although they did not stand up and scream, but they were throwing the star coins in their hands into the ring like waste paper.

The continuous rain of money and the splashing of blood together create a bloody and brutal music of death.

A tall and fat big fat man in the office angrily propped up the glass wall with one hand, pinched the cannon barrel cigar with the other, looked down at the game in the ring and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "Pheasant, which game is this arranged?" With such a huge difference in strength, why is there any suspense? ”

A man with a colorful head standing next to him hurriedly replied: "Fat Dragon Boss, this is a competition that the two of them have a grudge against in private and took the initiative to apply, and it was approved by Brother Baihu."

"That bear is a level 12 life, and the doctor is also a level 12 life, no one expected such a one-sided situation......"

"! The white tiger is full of poop in his head! Didn't he notice that the doctor had just restrained the bear? The big fat man Fat Dragon snorted coldly: "The bear is a pure strength player, and what he is most afraid of is the pure speed type of the doctor, who is completely restrained, how can he fight?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the patient's bear fall down like a blood gourd, and there was already a river of blood on the ground, which made the fat dragon even more angry and scolded his mother: "Mom! Who will bet without suspense? Well, now that the bear is dead, this one is simply a loss-making business......"

"Boss, look!" The pheasant pointed to the ring and said, "Someone has launched a bloody battle to the end!" ”

"Who?" The fat dragon's big fat hand hurriedly fanned the wind in front of him to drive away the smoke, and then looked fixedly, and sure enough, a handsome young man who looked like he was shaking and seemed to be weak appeared in the ring, and the fat dragon couldn't help but say inexplicably: "Where did this kid come from?" ”

"I don't know...... pheasant scratched the colorful miscellaneous hair on his head: "It doesn't seem to be the boxer we have registered in [Hongya Cave Black City]......"

"That's good! Then this one is for nothing! The fat dragon hummed and stuffed the cannonball cigar into his mouth: "Interesting!

"It's common to have a bloody battle in the C-level arena, but those who dare to launch a bloody battle in the B-level arena to the end are really the only ones in the scorpion poop!"

In the ring, Pan Xiaoxian really wanted to cry without tears - I knew it! Teacher, you're a Bichi!

On the VIP seat, Ximen Fengyue lightly stretched out a finger and hooked the rabbit girl - black boxing in Hongya Cave, Pan Xiaoxian in black boxing, Pan Donkey boxing I bet, and earn star coins for wine money!

"Welcome 'No'!" The host happened to be the one who saw Pan Xiaoxian last time, and he witnessed Pan Xiaoxian's bloody murder, and he immediately excitedly advertised for Pan Xiaoxian:

"This is the mysterious fighter 'No' who once launched a bloody battle in the C-class arena and managed to win, and that time made him famous!

However, after becoming famous in the first war, he disappeared again, but he did not expect that after a month, he magically appeared again, and launched a bloody battle to the end!

"Whether it's the doctor who is good at human sashimi who has the last laugh, or the 'no' who is not happy to fight bloodily - let's wait and see! The race is now - it's on! ”

"Dare to start a bloody battle in front of my doctor, Zhen Nyima has a kind of ......" The doctor's narrow eyes flashed with a murderous light, and the scalpel coiled between his fingers like a butterfly through flowers: "Hmph, I will prepare an infinitely terrifying surgical operation for you......

"How's that kid? Do you have any last words to tell your family before going to the operating table? Hee-hee, maybe I can relay it for you! ”

Pan Xiaoxian hunched his back and drooped his head, the oblique bangs of the oblique punk hairstyle hung down to cover his eyes, and his cold blood-red eyes were raised from the bottom to the top and stared at the doctor through his hair, and the cruelty and ferocity in his eyes made the doctor's heart skip a beat.

"Convey your paralysis!" Pan Xiaoxian said.

"!" The doctor was suddenly furious, do you understand psychological warfare? It's all like you who tear up without saying a word, and you're still hairy!

Die, Mountain Cannon! The doctor's figure flashed, his little hand was raised, and with a "boom", a silver thread flew towards Pan Xiaoxian.

Forty-Eight Styles of Taijiquan Third ...... Emma!

Before Pan Xiaoxian could pose, the doctor had already staggered with him!

When the doctor had already arrived behind Pan Xiaoxian, a blood line slowly appeared on Pan Xiaoxian's neck.

it! So fast!

Pan Xiaoxian looked at his eyes in disbelief, and the blood beads soared into the air, and before the blood beads landed, he felt a knife in the back again!

The doctor went around to Pan Xiaoxian's back and shot like the wind, mercilessly "Xiuxiu" drew a few silver lines, Pan Xiaoxian's clothes had been cut into pieces, and the blood rushed out one by one, and when Pan Xiaoxian finally turned around slowly, the doctor had already circled in front of Pan Xiaoxian like a ghost, "Xiuxiu", cut so much!

"Whoa......"

The spectators suddenly erupted into a wolf-like scream, and the collective orgasm in the doctor's "surgery".

"Give this kid a thousand cuts!"

"Doctor, how about an anatomical operation?"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! ”

In the frantic shouting of the spectators, the doctor sneered and left an unknown number of bloody wounds on Pan Xiaoxian's body.

A thousand cuts? He really thinks so, and if he dares to launch a bloody battle against him to the end, he must make an example of the chickens and monkeys, and never let Pan Xiaoxian die without a thousand cuts!

"Eat jujube pills!" Seeing Pan Xiaoxian's performance, Feilong couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment: "I don't know if this kid is a strength type, but it's definitely not a speed type!" This is slower than the bear that just died, why can't you think about it at a young age? ”

"Forget the boss, it's not for nothing anyway, isn't it?" The pheasant said flatteringly beside him.

The fat dragon smiled "hey", shook his head and didn't say anything - this kind of one-sided torture and killing, occasionally it is okay, if there are too many, it will inevitably cause the annoyance of the spectators. Although the torture and killing are enjoyable, after all, there is no evenly matched battle that is more attractive!

Ximen Fengyue poured wine into her mouth one by one, and a pair of sleeping phoenix eyes narrowed into a line: Little rabbit cub, haven't you realized yet?

There is nothing wrong with Tai Chi's policy of playing slowly, fast, and preemptively, but what is wrong is that you are really too slow! Slow! Ahh Yes......

[Thank you for the rewards of your brothers and sisters such as Yingchan (500), Eight Wilderness Liuhe Sole Respect 1 (500), and Ranran (99), hug them one by one, let the doctor hi today, and let's get high tomorrow!] 】