This dark shadow is - the butler in a black tuxedo.

Even at this time, he was still wearing the clothes he had worked on, and he was alone and never left.

The housekeeper in Deng Zeyang's "Castle" is the same as everyone imagined, like a character who came out of a TV series full of British flavor. Quite the temperament of the castle butler. The face crisscrossed by ravines under the big white back head is quite experienced and has an outstanding sense of ability.

"Uh, Master Deng, you're just doing it, hurry up, give me the knife, the wound has been cleaned, and it's not good to bleed again."

"The face is white......

The housekeeper also felt a little guilty when he spoke, after all, he fired the gun.

After staying at Deng Zeyang's home for a long time, he didn't know how many illegal elements he had beaten away who wanted to come in, so this time he didn't see clearly in the dark that it was the main owner who had returned.

One shot was fired, if it weren't for Lin Lu's quick move, the person who pulled Deng Zeyang away and was now waiting for surgery was Deng Zeyang.

"It's not you who fired the gun, hurry up, Brother Lin already wants to scold his mother."

The voice came from the mouth of Zhou Pengfei, who was lying not far away, he was shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, and there were a lot of valuable cigars on the table, and he didn't forget to enjoy it for a short time.

But no one will say that he is wrong, after all, in this world, if you say something very unpleasant, there may be no tomorrow today.

Drinking today and getting drunk today is the attitude of many people.

Others don't say it, just these three people who were picked by Ye Kuang, which one dares to say that he has never seen a dead person, and which one dares to say that he has not seen the real doomsday?

So Zhou Pengfei, who "fell into the well", didn't have a backache no matter how he stood and talked, Fan Ma's head didn't move, and he didn't look at him.

I saw Fan Ma holding a knife in his hand, and he was squirming around sharpening a small round wooden stick.

In fact, it is not small, but it is a little small in the hands of Fan Ma, a big man, at least more than three centimeters in diameter.

Judging from the layer that was dropped, this is also a hardwood, and there is some aroma of precious wood, and he intoxicated after taking a hard sip on the tip of his nose:

"This sandalwood ???"

"And a little bit of aroma."

"Bit, don't shout later, hahaha, our Ye Kuang brothers once had a whole body surgery and won the title of an iron plate without saying a word, I hope Brother Lin Lu, you can endure it."

"Let the horses come!"

When Lin Lu heard this, he also gritted his teeth and shouted at a few people.

Fan Ma stuffed the small wooden stick in his hand into Lin Lu's mouth, and the housekeeper held the knife handed over by Deng Zeyang, which was a little blackened due to the fire. There is no way, the medicine at home has been used up, and the seemingly glamorous housekeeper is not like this.

It's just that Deng Zeyang and his party went into the room to change their clothes after taking them upstairs, and only he knows how many wounds there are hidden under the tuxedo.

Such a castle-like mansion is absolutely coveted, and even if the power system is down, it is still charming!

"Wow Ka ......"

The hot knife had just touched the wound, and Lin Lu, who was like being tortured, directly began to twitch, his teeth chattered, and his mouth swelled and chewed on the hardwood with a clicking sound.

It hurts to watch, and the knife stirs and is bound to hook out all the iron sand.

After all, at that time, the housekeeper used to beat people with dirt shotguns, which were snatched from some so-called survival freaks, and those people also had ideas about Deng Zeyang's home. It's just that there has always been a big mountain of housekeepers, and no matter how much they jump, they can't get in.

Da!

Lin Lu was already sweating profusely in the muffled snort, and Fan Ma held a towel in his big hand while wiping his sweat and blocking his eyes with the corner of the towel.

Watching yourself be operated on may be more painful.

"No, don't block it!"

"I want to see !!"

Lin Lu, who gritted his teeth, gritted the wooden stick and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, signaling that Fan Ma didn't have to block himself, but he still felt a little unconvinced in his heart.

Ye Kuang was silent when he could operate, he could bear his white and pure appearance, before he set off, he said that I was a tough guy, an absolute tough guy, and believed in me more than believing in Fan Madu.

Of course, this is likely to be polite words, but Ye Kuang can bear the title of iron plate. Thinking of this, Lin Lu was naturally a little unconvinced, although he himself knew that watching the wound being uncovered would cause people to feel pain both physically and psychologically.

But this world hurts a little bit, and you can stay awake.

Anyway, it's just a wound on the leg, and I can hold on.

"Yes!"

"I hope you hold back."

The main lord spoke, Fan Ma didn't say much, and after a few words of relief, he sat on the side and watched the knife in the butler's hand digging.

Da da da, soon a few more iron beads fell from the wound onto the iron plate held by Deng Zeyang, and every sound of impact gave everyone a reassuring injection.

The most important thing is that his partner is okay, but obviously he can't participate in the mission after he looks like this, Fan Ma took the wine glass he handed over from Zhou Pengfei's hand and thought about it, maybe put him here directly to recuperate?

It doesn't make much sense to take it away like this, but it's still cumbersome, and if it were Ye Kuang, he would never take a wounded person to do things.

So before his "operation" was over, Fan Ma planned to tell him his decision, but he was shocked by his current appearance.

The wound, which was originally only the size of half a fist, has now doubled in size, just in the trance just now?

What did he go through?

Sensing the surprised gazes of Fan Ma and the other two, Deng Zeyang replied:

"Some iron beads are hidden deeply, because the gun is fired from the top down, so it can only be like this, otherwise it is easy to cut other blood vessels."

"Thanks to his patience, we have already started to stop the bleeding for him."

Hearing Deng Zeyang's words, Fan Ma immediately put down his wine glass, picked up a towel, and turned over to wipe Lin Lu's sweat, probably because he didn't have a correct understanding of the gunshot wound.

Is it really as easy as digging bullets on TV?

Thinking too much, from the fact that the main owner has a pale face and sweats profusely, he knows that it is not so easy. God knows what kind of torment it was, da-da......

Yan Yin walked over and pulled the wooden stick from his mouth, and suddenly he didn't know whether it was labor pain or instinctively, Lin Lu's teeth hit it directly, like a shiver from the cold.

"What the hell are you doing, put it back!"

Fan Ma roared, but he woke up Lin Lu who was in a trance, and his bearded face suddenly gave birth to a little energy, and his eyes flashed with new vitality and essence.

"Hiss......"

"For a moment I felt like I was going to faint, and I felt like I was going to hell."

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's already bandaging, Brother Lin is really a ruthless person."

Fan Ma, who found that he was fine, patted him on the shoulder and held him. I just brought it out and got along for the first time, I already knew that this person could be a brother, and I couldn't bear this pain, and I deserved to call him Brother Lin.