72. CHANGEABLE PERSON.

 

Slaves grew up in a harsh environment since they were young. If they didn’t use some means, it would be difficult for them to grow up alive.

Bao Ye scanned all the slaves reminiscing their past, he continued: “I know that I have done many wrong things in the past, and I know that I have to repent and make up for it. Apologies to those who have been hurt by me, at least I have a clear conscience, and I am a hundred times better than those who are not aware of their mistakes.”

He looked at Xiao Wei: “You want me to donate all the blood on my body before you will be willing to donate blood , your suggestion is tantamount to persecuting me, so what is the difference between you and me who did all kinds of bad things before?”

Xiao Wei lowered his face and said, “You…”

Bao Ye didn’t give him a chance to speak, and continued: “donating blood  is our responsibility. It’s voluntary, I won’t force it, but I still hope that everyone can take the initiative to donate blood.”

Someone immediately shouted: “I, I will donate.”

Bao Ye looked over and saw Jiang Yu who used to sleep on the bed next to him.

Jiang Yu squeezed through all the slaves and came to Bao Ye: “I am willing to donate blood. I hope that the slaves in other towns can get help like me and escape the strange disease left by the game of gods. I also hope that you can continue to be like this. When everyone was in trouble, you stood up and help others. I believe that in a short time, everyone will gradually forgive you. I think it is really good that you are like this, really.”

Bao Ye hooked his lips: “Can you donate two hundred drops of blood if you are so thin?”

“Don’t underestimate me.” Jiang Yu stared at him and stretched out his hand: “Two hundred drops of blood.”

Bao Ye pushed his hand back: “Come and get the vial, and you can bottle it yourself.”
“Okay!”

Bao Ye didn’t persuade the other slaves anymore, went back to the construction site building, borrowed a large truck, and then used his power to turn the empty carriage into a large truck filled with small bottles, he put the small bottles into boxes and put them on the ground. Anyone who is willing to donate can come and get it.

Jiang Yu was the first to take initiative.

Later, hundreds of slaves came to donate blood one after another, which showed that the hearts of these people were not so cold that they could not be cured.

Everyone else was hesitating.

Bao Ye sat next to the bottle with his eyes closed, seemingly resting his eyes, but he was actually eavesdropping on the slaves talking.

“Someone has donated blood? Are we going to donate?”

“Donating blood won’t do us any good, so don’t donate.”

“We have been eating less recently and have no strength to work. If we donate blood again, we may not even be able to work. If we can’t, we will be beaten to death by the deacon or the slave owner.”

Everyone shuddered in fear when they heard about the death.

Someone said: “Just 10 milliliters of blood, then you won’t be able to even work?”

“If you are not afraid of death, donate.”

“Of course I am afraid of death, but I can’t bear to hear that slaves in the surrounding towns are sick and dying as Well, I just need to think that many of these slaves are children under the age of six, I can’t let them die. If 10ml of blood is too much for me to do, then I donate 5ml or 3ml How many can be saved?”

The man ran up to Bao Ye, grabbed a handful of bottles at random, and ran away.

Some people hesitated, grabbed a few small bottles and left.

As long as someone is willing to donate, Bao Ye is not afraid that they will not donate. If a slave does not donate blood, other slaves will definitely think that he is cold-blooded, and they will gradually alienate them in the process of communication in the future, and they will not dare to have a deep friendship with this slave. , He seized the mentality of the slaves and asked them to donate their blood.

However, the process of donating blood was a bit slow.

Bao Ye was a little anxious to wait, as long as they waited for a minute, the slaves in other towns might die within a minute.

Just when he was thinking about whether to use other methods to get the slaves to donate blood faster, suddenly, six large-wheeled carts drove in and stopped beside Bao Ye’s cart, and then two or three thousand people jumped off from the back of the cart.

Using the dim light, Bao Ye saw clearly that the leader was Jin Lingrui, and couldn’t help raising his eyebrows.

Jin Lingrui walked up to Bao Ye and said, “We are here to donate blood.”

He brought people here after receiving the news.

Bao Ye: …

Jin Lingrui turned around and said to the people under him: “Those who are strong and healthy should donate at least 300 milliliters of blood, and others should donate at least 100 milliliters.”

Everyone agreed.

Yu Yi picked up the small bottle: “How can such a small bottle contain 300 milliliters of blood?”

Bao Ye explained: “Each small bottle holds five ml of blood, and two hundred drops of blood is ten ml.”

Yu Yi did the math: “Then When can I finish the bottles?”

Jin Lingrui said, “Even if you don’t sleep, you have to finish the drip. don’t talk nonsense, everyone, hurry up and work.”

“Yes.” Everyone picked up the bottle box and found a place to sit down and let the blood out.

Jin Lingrui sat down beside Bao Ye.

The others wisely stayed away from the two brothers, so that they could talk. Of course, this does not mean that they forgive Bao Ye for the bad things he did in the past. They came to donate blood because it’s a good deed.

Jin Lingrui opened the cap of the small bottle, bit her finger, pointed the wound at the mouth of the bottle and dripped it in.

Bao Ye glanced at him, then turned his eyes to Tang Kaiji, and then saw Zisang Yanruo who was sitting not far from Tang Kaiji.

She is excitedly trying to donate blood to save lives.

Bao Ye couldn’t help but touch his forehead.

My mother! You are a god, if ordinary people drink the blood of gods, they will either awaken their divine power or explode and die.
Bao Ye didn’t dare to imagine it anymore, and he didn’t know whether to take out Zisang Yanruo’s blood later.

“Why don’t you talk?” Jin Lingrui said suddenly.

Bao Ye turned to look at him: “I thought you didn’t like me.”

Jin Lingrui glanced at him: “If you can keep from doing bad things, I will listen to whatever you have to say.”

After finishing speaking, He paused, and then said: “I also like to listen.”

Bao Ye thought for a while, and asked: “I haven’t seen my parents since I was born, can you tell me what they look like?”

Jin Lingrui Smiled: “You finally want to know what kind of people your parents are.”

Bao Ye searched Ugly slave’s memory, and Ugly slave seemed to have never asked about his parents. When he was young, he was ignorant. After he was sent to the research institute later, he had no chance to ask these things again. When he came out, his personality was already distorted, so it was even more impossible to ask about his parents.

“If I don’t ask, couldn’t’ve you told me?”

Jin Lingrui refuted him: “You didn’t want to know, why should I tell you.”

“I want to know now; will you tell me? ”

Jin Lingrui was silent for a while, and then said: “I do not have the same mother as you.”

Bao Ye was surprised.

“I haven’t had a mother since I was born, and I don’t know who your mother is.”

Bao Ye was speechless: “Do you not know who my mother is?”

“I don’t.”

“Then how are you sure that I am your real brother?”

This time, Jin Lingrui was silent for a long time before saying, “You look a lot like Dad.”

Bao Ye touched his face: “I’ve tumors on my face. How did you know that I resemble him?”

Jin Lingrui laughed, “He also has tumors on his face.”

“Uh, okay Well. Then what kind of person is he?”

When Jin Lingrui talked about her father, she couldn’t help but miss her: “He is a very good person, but sometimes he will give you a feeling that you want to strangle him to death.”

Bao Ye: “…”

This was the first time he heard someone describe his father like this.

“Sometimes he likes to do good deeds, sometimes he secretly does bad deeds, sometimes he likes to punish people, and sometimes her values ​​love and righteousness. He had many friends and many enemies. The most important thing is that he had Powerful divine power.”

Bao Ye doesn’t know why, although he has never met this ‘dad’ whom he has never met, but from Jin Lingrui’s description, he likes this person, if only he could meet such a person.

Such a versatile character.

Jin Lingrui smiled meaningfully: “He is indeed a changeable person.”

Bao Ye asked: “He possesses powerful divine power, so how could he die?”

Jin Lingrui’s smile froze: “He did too many bad things.”

Bao Ye felt that the truth of the matter was not like this.

“The more bad things he did, more and more sarcoma appeared, until his body was covered with it, and his body exploded.”

Bao Ye pointed to himself in surprise: “Then…”

“You also have the same condition. ”

So, you also knew that my sarcoma will become more and more as I do bad things?” ”

Jin Lingrui hummed lightly.

“Then why didn’t you stop me from doing bad things before?”

“It’s useless.” Jin Lingrui frowned: “If you keep doing bad things continuously, you won’t be able to stop, and no one can stop you. My father once told me that if I can’t stop you, don’t bother with you, if I continue to control you, sooner or later you will treat me as an enemy and kill me, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that I will be killed by my brother also my whole team will be in danger of getting killed you.”

“With my ability, can I kill you and your teammates?”

Jin Ling Rui sneered: “You are Father’s child, no matter how bad you are, you will wake up your divine sooner or later.”

“You can kill me in advance.”

“I can’t do it.”

Bao Ye smiled: “Then you know what this sarcoma is? Did Dad tell you?”

“Yes, he said it was because of a crime he committed in his previous life.”

“What does his crime have to do with me in his previous life? I have it too.”

“You are his son.”

“Aren’t you too Why don’t you have this?”

“I am such a kind-hearted and innocent person; how could such an ugly tumor grow on such a handsome man like me.”

Bao Ye sneered, “So you do know how to joke.”

In his impression, Jin Lingrui has always been serious.

Jin Lingrui gave a ruffian smile: “Does it look like I’m joking? No matter how you look at us, I look better than you.”

 

“If I didn’t have this tumor on my face, I would definitely look better than you.”

“Wait until you don’t it. Then we will compare.”

Bao Ye: “…”

 

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