Players Please Respect Yourself

(Leader Scorpio lonely plus update 11/13)

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If you sacrifice a sand sculpture subordinate like [Monarch and Minister Tianya] in exchange for a big boss like [Sin Judgment] and the hearts of the paladins, it will be a bloody profit.

If there is a limit to the number of times for this cruel sacrifice, Wang Hao hopes it will be... 10,000 times... Start!

Boss, if [Junchen Tianya] plays tricks again next time, I also want to find him to practice my [Split Ding and Cut Chicken] skills.

When Liu Yuechan made this small request, Wang Hao was taken aback for a moment: He even peeped at you?

If this guy is so cheap, Wang Hao will consider giving him a physical salvation in the Celestial Dynasty.

No, it's just that he is too much in the official group, and I'm just unhappy.

Oh, give him one last chance, if it doesn't work, fire him. Wang Hao said, shaking his hand, and a Nagadin flew out.

In the villa of Datianchao, Fan Mo, who was lying dead on the bed, suddenly twitched all over his body.

That's right, this guy's phantom limb hurts, and he dreamed that he was practicing [Evil Resisting Sword Manual].

The paladins couldn't accept it, but they didn't know what to say.

After all, that guy is a 'player', and he can't do anything. Call it cruel? It seems a little bit. But too much is not necessarily too much.

It's really hard for them to define whether this rogue-like practice of using infinitely resurrected hands to practice knives is good or evil.

Practiced 72 times!

Wang Hao was finally more confident.

This kind of master knife is really not easy to play with other people.

Under the illumination of a surgical lamp composed of 36 magic gemstones emitting soft white light, Wang Hao began to perform the surgery on [Judgment of Evil].

Can this [anesthetic] be used? Ah Guang watched the production process of the so-called anesthetic with his own eyes.

It was simply ground from [rotten flesh] plus [black fruit] in the swamp on the South Road.

What exactly is this [black fruit], no one has studied it yet. Anyway, the player researched it and used it directly to anesthetize prey such as crocodiles, and named it [ark anesthetic].

This operation made the paladin's scalp tingle.

However, Wang Hao rejected Ah Guang: Of course I know that he is a brave paladin. But the human body has a nervous system. When receiving pain from an injury, it will cause a stress response. Any convulsions may trigger surgery. More bleeding. He can't afford it. Instead, it's poisonous, aren't you paladins the best at getting rid of toxins?

What Wang Hao said made sense, but the paladins were speechless.

Wang Hao started the operation.

Let's start with the injured man's chest...

puff!

This is really a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the ceiling. The blood pressure in Brother Guii's chest was astonishing, and he didn't know how many places he was bleeding from.

As soon as Wang Hao used the sterilized Tianxia Sword to separate his chest cavity, blood spattered three feet.

If you were an ordinary person, you would basically die.

When Ah Guang was in danger, he hit the [Holy Light Technique] with one hand, and the blood spurts that could be caught by Wang Hao's naked eyes stopped almost instantly.

If Wang Hao hadn't performed too many surgeries yesterday, the paladins would have thought that Wang Hao was trying to kill their second-in-command.

Miss Palana used the most basic water magic very deftly to instantly draw away the blood that came out and clear the surgical field of vision.

Wang Hao was unambiguous, and directly manipulated the four water tentacles, together with his own hands, hooking, pinching, or pinching like flying, pulling out the rib fragments trapped in Brother Sinister's lungs.

Increase the healing speed! Ah Guang immediately followed suit.

A dazzling golden halo emerged from his hands, pressing into the injured chest, and one could see that the damaged lung lobes were miraculously regenerating at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

Without the bone splinters, under the stimulation of the holy power, the healed organs can finally make up correctly, instead of wrapping the bone dregs of the ribs into the flesh as before, causing secondary damage.

Wang Hao estimated that [Judgment of Evil]'s constitution would not be lower than 300 points, and even 400 points would not be uncommon. When an ordinary person is hit by the bear king, his whole body is torn apart on the spot.

Wang Hao discovered after the operation that it turned out that the left rib was broken into pieces and inserted into the left lung lobe. The worst thing was that a small piece of bone pierced into the ventricle, even if it was a shallow stab, it was enough to be fatal.

This guy survived Wang Hao's operation under Shengguang's hanging.

After pulling out the bone slices and fixing the ventricles and lung lobes, Ah Guang could clearly see that his best friend's breathing was much more calm.

Not the calmness of dying, the heart beating hard through the muscles that wrap the lungs and the heart.

The following scene is quite bloody, but the risk factor is not necessarily very high.

Enduring the blood, Wang Hao used his own hands to cooperate with the water tentacles, and put together a large section of ribs like building blocks, and let Ah Guang heal.

It took more than an hour before and after to get the torso done.

Using carefully sterilized fiber thread to suture the wound in a very unsightly manner, Wang Hao turned to the hands and feet of the injured.

The whole process lasted for four hours, and I finally brought back [Judgment of Evil].

After the effect of the anesthetic wears off, this strong man with a standard hero template wakes up slowly, and the first sentence is: Yo, I seem to have returned from hell.

Ah Guang almost burst into tears: Brother, it's good to be alive!

[Sinful Judgment] Turned my attention to Wang Hao: Thank you, Your Excellency Momoa. If you kill the Scorpion King, I will still be alive after the incident here, and my life will be yours. My name... I used to think that I Giving it up for good. But let me tell you, my name is - Tucker Embitt.

What exactly caused a man to give up his name and past, leaving only a code name as a title, Wang Hao didn't want to get into it.

It is too early to say these at the moment.

Feeling the grateful eyes cast from all directions, Wang Hao maintained a cold aura: Your thanks are meaningless. Now you are just a useless person. You are not even as good as a crayfish who can be resurrected infinitely.

Tucker smiled bitterly: I know, but I have the confidence to recover.

Hehe! Wang Hao left.

Rescuing Tucker is, in a sense, also a redemption for Wang Hao himself.

It can be said that it was also Wang Hao's mistake to let Tucker act as a tool man to anger Xiong Wang for failing to judge the enemy's situation clearly.

Fortunately, this is a magical world.

Thanks to the existence of the Holy Light, at least that guy Tucker has a chance to live as a normal person.

Wang Hao left, who knew that he saw a sad lion girl just as he went out.

Peko...she may be dying. I heard that Master, you have powerful medical skills, please save Peko!

etc! What happened to that one too?

What can she do?

Although she blasted herself to the sky with a copycat rpg, with her heroic physique...well, let alone the physique of the crumb rabbit. That guy is the shame of a hero.

Wang Hao followed the lion girl patiently, and immediately knew what happened to the crumb rabbit—there was blood on the chrysanthemum.