I always think that people always have some secrets. Everyone is the same. It's like the secret on me. I always think that I left the organization and started a normal life. However, when the people around me approached me with purpose, I realized how stupid I was at that time. When I knew that I had a chip with "meteor dust" on me, I thought it was my own secret. Even when the organizations around me were waiting for an opportunity to target the wind that I deliberately emitted, I still felt that the three wounds on my body were my own secrets, including Xiao Yan who took out the chip for me. However, at this time, the beggar's low hehe suddenly made me feel that I was the legendary king, the king without clothes. I was deceiving myself, and I was urging my body and then shamelessly told people how beautiful the clothes on my body were.

If possible, I want to beat the beggar, but I know that in front of the beggar, if he wants, I can't even take action. That's the difference between a mountain and a stone, and nothing can be changed. So, a faint murderous aura became a sense of frustration.

"It seems that you have no confidence in yourself." The beggar still looked like a traitor looking at the lamb he got.

I said embarrassedly: "I feel like I'm nothing."

"This feeling is very good, child, at least, it was almost the same when I met the head." The beggar put away his laughter: "The beginning of that glorious years is just a little memory in the head's life, but it is the high-end of my life." He looked at me with emotion, just like an artist looking at a piece of uncensored jade, with an extremely high-end look.

I wasn't even interested in looking at the pyramid crystal that was very different from "meteor dust" taken out of my butt. I sat there dejectedly.

The beggar played with the crystal in his hand and suddenly looked at me and smiled: "It's not the style of a 'heart-wrenching' person."

I couldn't help but laugh: "I'm 'heart-breaking' person? Bullshit! Am I worthy?"

The beggar didn't say anything, and everyone next to him showed a strange smile, as if they all felt their heads were talking crazy. After all, this was a very simple and childish comparison. Now, I think about it, an ordinary person like me who almost couldn't even handle life, at the beginning, actually thought that I was working in the "heart-wrenching" for my beliefs, for my glorious value, for the country, and for everything. Now it seems that this is really a great irony. In the face of reality, people are so fragile here.

I calmed down and said, "Forget it, I won't say that much, I don't have any big aspirations. Isn't it a good result to be able to live?"

"From the organization, it seems that you have changed a lot. Society has beaten you very hard, right?"

I was surprised by the beggar's words, and I couldn't help but stare at the beggar again. I don't know what kind of head is under this skin.

The beggar obviously didn't know what I wanted to dissect him. With another wave of hand, several white coats suddenly appeared and invited me and two doctors into another side room. Ajun, who had made new friends, encouraged me all the way, actually the surgery was not that scary. I couldn't help but laugh and cry, and didn't speak, but just followed them in silently, closing the thick door. Take off my pants, inject anesthesia, and simply disinfected. The old doctor touched my butt with great stance. That little anesthesia was just about scratching the hair through the shoe, but I didn't say anything. However, the old man was helpless when he touched the old man. I whispered: "I said old man, don't do this, grab it, my butt was very itchy."

The old man said in surprise: "Do you still have any feelings?"

I was so angry that I laughed: "I heard that you didn't feel like you just touch me hard?" The old man was frustrated, didn't say anything, his hand fell, and began to explore my butt with Ajun quickly. From time to time, I tilted my head and saw a few handing tools next to me, all looking at me with pity.

I silently recited the number of times the old man took the knife, and secretly cursed the old man in his heart to sneeze so many times a day. Ajun kept urging me with verbal encouragement, which should be considered encouragement, at least not a run. But it sounds quite ironic.

It was only when I ended that it felt less painful. The old man was fanning the flames and igniting: "Okay, don't be nervous and painful. I destroyed the nerve line near the wound and I won't feel the pain in the future. I can just get an injection or a reporter from the reporter."

I lifted my pants, grinned at him, then greeted Ajun and left. I had to hurry up and had to go back. And, the faster the better.

The old man called me: "Don't you want to see what the essence is in your butt?"

I didn't look back: "You can appreciate it yourself, there is also a beggar." Regardless of whether he knew who the beggar was, he hurriedly ran out. The beggar waved his hand and asked me to stop.

The beggar looked at me and smiled. The few people next to me had indescribable expressions. Then he realized that there were so many people around him, each of whom was about the same age as me, and his spirit was exactly the same as when I entered the pseudo-"Heart Thorny Heart" back then. He regarded the world as his own thing, and regarded life as a stage, and everyone was the protagonist. But look at me, the real supporting role.

The beggar waved his hand: "Have you met you? Let's go down. Look at Pinrui's eyes and you almost saw other people's underwear. Go back and do your own. You haven't given me a complete answer to the structure of that robot last time!"

The woman named Pinrui stuck out her tongue and pushed each other out amid the laughter of several men and women around her. Only then did I see many acquaintances, the young man who helped Xiao Yan rescue the siege on the street last time, the ghost hand that brought me and the doctor here, the others were very eye-catching, and some were pale in their faces, but they were in good spirits and were afraid of people.

"What are you thinking?" The beggar was the slutty look that was desperate.

"I think your temperament is so different from when I first met you? Now I'm a rogue."

Ajun behind him suddenly burst into laughter, and I was shocked. It was hard to imagine that such a shy boy would burst into laughter, and then look back at him. Ajun's face turned red: "Scorpion, you didn't realize that they were two people?"

After saying that, he couldn't stop laughing, leaning forward and backward, as if I had done something so stupid. The beggar also laughed: "Does my brother and I look so much like that? I always thought I was a little bit more tiring than my brother, and a little more elegant." After saying that, he sighed slightly with a very good look.

I was startled again and then looked at it carefully. Sure enough, in addition to the completely different temperaments, the beggar in front of me was a little bit taller, and the heartbeat frequency was slightly different from the beggar I came into contact with at home. Actually, I noticed it a little at the beginning, but I always thought it was normal, but now I think it is not easy to change when practicing kung fu to them.

"All right, don't hit me. I still think it's better to talk less in front of perverts like you, no, it's better to appear less." I was a little restless, and the beggar stood up: "Okay, I'll just take it off. By the way, I'll call that beauty by the way. It seems that you have decided something and should talk to others carefully so that the happiness of your hands will disappear."

The beggar was in front of him in an instant, and his heartbeat didn't beat, and the pressure he released also disappeared at the same time, as if he had never appeared before.

I calmed down: "Ajun, can you do this too? How many of your organization can do this?"

Ajun looked at me in confusion until he understood what I meant, but he shook his shoulders: "After all, we are humans, and we are a certain distance from our heads. We have no negative points and no negative points to go in and out of the head. We definitely can't bear the pressure, so we can't practice. Don't look at me like that. If you have the chance in the future, you will know what I mean. Of course, the head I am not talking about." His husband seems to be the beggar brother. The so-called head must be the boss of the organization. To be honest, I am not interested in all mercenary companies and corporate empires. I even have a slight disgust, although it has no effect in the beggar organization.

Ajun asked carefully again, "What did you mean by sir just now?"

"Well, that's right, a few friends need me, by the way, Jun, can you ask a few questions?"

"Well, you said, I really hope that the friend of the top list will be busy. The master said that his friend is the reason to live." Ajun's eyes shone.

I looked at Ajun in surprise, thinking of the dead old man who was joking about me, and I didn't expect that the old man could say such emotional words.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Just ask what you would do if your two friends who don't have a good relationship with you and are in trouble, maybe only you can help? Or not?"

"What do you call a friend who has a bad relationship? My master said it is difficult to make friends, so how could a friend who has a bad relationship?"

Looking at his face full of suspicion, I really didn't want to say anything to ask him or sneer, perhaps because we have different understandings of our friends.

"A friend who is not very good means that they make friends with you for certain purposes, that is, to make money from you. Let's put it this way, you are a doctor, and some people approach you just so that you can treat him for free."

I think the metaphor is not very good, but I can only make do with it. Ajun thought for a while: "Yes, I have no losses anyway, and I can also exercise my medical skills. It's very good, so I will definitely help."

"What if this busyness puts you in danger?"

"Is it very big? Will it prevent me from watching Tony Leung's movies in the future?"

I really can't communicate Ajun's IQ: "I may not let you be a doctor."

"That's not good, I'm not. I want to be a legendary doctor." He decided to do it.

For some reason, Ajun's denial made me feel even more ups and downs.

"If you don't help, you will feel uncomfortable for a while? Maybe it's for a lifetime?"

"Scorpion, you are lying to me."

I looked at him strangely: "What's wrong? I didn't lie to you."

"That's right. My master said that some friends must be protected and accompanied for the rest of their lives. If they fail to fulfill their promises, they will be uncomfortable for the rest of their lives. How can such friends be friends who are not very good? If they really feel uncomfortable for so long, I would rather not be a doctor than help."

"That's help?"

"It's more than just helping? You should do it desperately. My master stayed here for so long because he agreed to a request from the past."

I don't have time to care about the love, hate and love between his master and the mysterious head: "Is it worth helping?"

"worth!"

"Even if you die?"

He hesitated a little: "I have no dreams, and I can't help my friends around me, so why don't I live?" When he said this, he became louder and louder, and then he echoed directly in the room and in my mind. I seemed to be back to the feeling of "the masts and oars were gone while chatting and laughing" in the organization, and back to the scene when I was plotting against the yellow-haired people in the Internet cafe and told everyone that Xiaoxiao was my girlfriend. Although I don't have that feeling about Xiaoxiao, she is indeed my friend, and, as Ajun said, sometimes promises are to be fulfilled for a lifetime.

Ajun talked again: "We were in Alaska and bet with the local gambling saint. The bet was the head of the gentleman. After learning about the bet, the head chopped off his right index finger and conquered the gentleman at that time..."

I found it strange: "What's there? Isn't it just a finger? I think the beggar's head is much more valuable than a finger. Even if it's a gold finger."

Ajun seemed to be reluctant to speak, and finally said: "Of course, the gentleman's hands are thousands of times more valuable than the golden fingers, but the gentleman's heads are piled up like the fingers that are not as good as those of the heads."

I don’t think it’s necessary to delve into this topic. Any organization will portray its leaders as sacred. This is not unusual. I will stop talking and change the topic and ask: “Who are the young men and women who suddenly appeared just now? It seems that they are all leaders in your organization?”

Ajun shook his head: "I don't know this, I just followed the master. The gentleman said that I often get close to them, and they are all very good, but the master didn't let me approach them, saying that they are all good birds that will lead me to ruin."

I immediately became interesting: "Then why did your master say to me? I didn't refuse you to make friends with me."

Ajun also showed a recollection expression: "At that time, someone notified my master that someone might have brought the 'Meteor Dust' here and asked him to go and see it. I was very happy at that time. An outsider came to the organization and immediately begged the master to make friends. The master was quiet for a long time. I thought that when the master stopped talking, he sighed and said whatever he said was life, and then he didn't say anything he refused. So, didn't the master refuse later?"

Even so, I feel that his master means that Ajun will meet bad people in the end, and I am the ultimate guy who is not a good bird.

When the doctor came in, Ajun took the door out wisely.

A little embarrassed, the doctor looked pity: "Have you decided?"

I scratched my head: "I don't know either! Maybe I should go."

"Don't you, you're obviously ready to pretend here?" She said softly again: "Damn, do you think I'm jealous. I didn't take it seriously at the beginning of you and Xiaoli's girl..." The more you said, the lower your tone, the lower your voice, and then it was so low. Although I thought I had done nothing, I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable when I saw the doctor like this: "Xiaoxu, I don't know if this is right, but I'll do it. I'm yours, just like you will be mine. It's the same as if I'm going this time or not. This is my principle."

"Go to your principle." The doctor put it on. After a deep kiss, she bit my lips. I collapsed on the sofa, a little sweet and a little sad. The doctor sat on my lap, whirling my collarbone, looking at the wound she bites and marks of Xiaoli biting, and looked at me with gentle eyes: "You are a fool, you never know how to comfort girls."

I closed my eyes and resisted the tenderness of her fingers: "That's what I said to you, didn't I?"

"The beggar said that he would not take care of this matter."

"It should be a cooperation, and it's my own business for us to have no reason."

"In addition to Xiaoli, there seems to be a woman?\' Her eyes are flowing in her autumn water-like eyes, staring at me tightly.

"Well, the one who gave us food on New Year's Eve turned out to be the owner of the place where I played the game, and the one who played the game with me."

Her hand slid down my lower abdomen and stopped on her belt: "Is it the one who got married and had children in the game and sent you a message in a slutty way?"

"Don't talk about it that way." I grabbed her little hand into my pants to prevent further damage, but suddenly a flash of inspiration in my mind: "By the way, Xiaoxu, that night, I was not at home. I could call you on the night when I went to the disco with Xiao Yan and said that someone was looking for it, it was her. Did she go alone that day?"

She broke away from my hand and held the target: "I know what I know? She came over to ask, and looked around, as if she was very familiar with me, blinking with me, as if she was saying something, and told me that she didn't have your number and asked you for something, of course I won't give it to me. She said as if she was relaxed and said that she hoped that you would go to see her today and leave, but I felt like someone was waiting for her at the door."

Xiaoxiao had my account, but pretended not to know, and asked, and signaled to the doctor not to say it, which was obviously not the original intention. And I sent another message a while ago, and it was estimated that things had changed over her side, so Xiaoxiao's situation was not very good.

"What are you thinking about?" She started to move her hands. I moaned and held her hand: "Be good, stop making trouble, I have to think about the things in it."

"I'm thinking for a while." Her hands became unhonest again. I felt her firm chest trembling on my chest, and my mind was so confused that I didn't know what to think.

"Is it comfortable?" She exhaled like orchids and gently leaned into my ears.

""I'm not worth it...Yeah, you are like this."

"Silly, there is nothing worthy or not. Some people are worthy, and some people are not worthy in this life." Her face turned red.

"I am not good at all. I have no ability, except for being able to fight and cause trouble."

"Love is blind, and I don't think you are like this."

I felt that I could not control myself anymore, so I spoke out and begged for mercy. She honestly pulled out her hand: "Go, even if you die, you will be considered half of mine."
Chapter completed!