Lord of the People: Kaili's Booster at the beginning

escaped.

This is the most authentic feedback in Biden's mind.

But the moment his feet stepped out of the door, he felt as if a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him back roughly.

The owner of the palm is very strong, and if he is not injured, he may tear it.

But now.
Biden returned to the mourning hall again, raised his head in a daze, and looked at Lin Xiaobai who was standing opposite him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Lin Xiaohuai closed the door smoothly, still with that calm expression: "I didn't restrict your freedom, so... this shouldn't be considered illegal detention."

"At least you have left this mourning hall."

"Yes, it is like that."

In the end, Lin Xiaohuai did not forget to nod his head to prove that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

Biden can't remember how many times he has collapsed in just half an hour.

Lin Xiaobai's immature face was as terrifying as a devil in his eyes.

Biden: I believe in your evil, so I shouldn't believe that you are dead, and I played for a long time.

Just when he was about to go all out, he found that the power in his body was not in control at all.

"Sit anywhere."

"Your injury is serious, it's best not to move around, and remember to help me clean up the blood on the floor."

"Otherwise I won't be happy."

After Lin Xiaohuai gave a few instructions, he took off the high-hanging red silk casually, sat on a chair beside him, and fell into that dazed state again.

On the other hand, Biden stood there, a little sluggish, not knowing whether he should take a rest for a while or clean the mourning hall.

"It doesn't seem to be an illusion."

Lin Xiaohuai sat on the chair and was in a daze. Every time Biden's emotions collapsed, wisps of light gray energy lifted into the air and fell into the Tai Chi pattern in his mind.

The power of the soul is actually stronger.
It's a slow process, but it works.

In other words, this energy is generated from other people's emotions, and this emotion must be caused by oneself?

Lin Xiaohuai had vaguely thought of something, and his eyes on Biden were a little bright.

But Biden, who was dragging his seriously injured body to clean the room, felt a chill on his back at this time, like a thorn in his back.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that the wound on his chest was still dripping blood. Every time he wiped away a little blood, more blood would drip on the floor continuously.

Seeing that Biden's breathing was getting heavier and he looked like he was on the verge of falling, Lin Xiaohuai took two steps forward considerately: "Your injuries are serious, and if you make any aggressive moves, you will die."

Under Biden's unbelievable gaze, Lin Xiaohuai went to the bathroom and took out a piece of soap and handed it to Biden: "Sulphur soap is more convenient for cleaning blood, so you can rest earlier."

Biden took the sulfur soap indifferently, without joy or sorrow in his heart, numbly knelt on the ground and wiped the floor.

Lin Xiaobai watched as the gray gas escaping from Biden's head became less and less until it disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, got up immediately, and came to Biden again.

"I thought about it, sulfur soap hurts my hands."

Snatching back the sulfur soap, Lin Xiaohuai sat back on the chair in satisfaction as he saw the gray gas emanating from Biden's head again.

"I agreed!"

As if he had made an important decision, Biden took a deep breath and stood up, looking at Lin Xiaohuai and said seriously.

"Give me a pen and paper, I want to leave a suicide note before I die."

Lin Xiaobai looked at Biden blankly, puzzled.

"Anyway, if I don't commit suicide, I will lose too much blood and die."

"It's better to die with dignity."

"Didn't you say that you want me to go down to accompany Lin Dada, I agree!"

Biden raised his chin proudly.

At this moment, he seemed to be determined to be the first executive officer of the creation on that sunny afternoon, so high-spirited and graceful.

The strong should not be afraid of death, and even have the courage to face death.

It turned out that I had forgotten my original intention before I knew it, but fortunately at the last moment, I regained my dignity as an executive officer.

"You can't die."

Lin Xiaobai shook his head decisively without any hesitation.

It would be a pity if such a stable energy source died.

"No, I must die!"

"Only by death can I defend my dignity."

But Biden shook his head stubbornly: "Forget it, since he is about to die, it doesn't matter if you don't keep things like suicide notes, the executive... has no feelings."

As he spoke, a small blade suddenly appeared between Biden's fingers, and he slowly slashed at his neck.

Slowly closing his eyes, according to the practice of dying people, Biden once again recalled his life.

A hundred years ago, he was determined to be the first executive officer of the creation.

Half a year ago, De Yaoyang's gift was about to become the No. 1 eighth-level lord of a land.

Unfortunately, the enemy attacked, and the whole country was defeated.

In desperation, get a fetish, mutate to advance to the eighth level, get three points of soul, and seek revenge from the cub.

Lost, fled, broke into the wolf's den by mistake, and died.

Although it is not perfect, it can be regarded as the life of an executive officer after all.

Unknowingly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of Biden's mouth.

Lin Xiaohuai got up, frowned, and looked at Biden's face seriously for the first time under the moonlight, and then said a little strangely: "You still want to be an executive officer?"

"That's the absolute controller of one country's territory. Looking at your injuries, you might not even be able to handle a seventh-level lord, right?"

Biden suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Lin Xiaobai: "I just missed it. If you give me time, I will become the first lord of creation sooner or later!"

"Forget it, let me tell you that you don't understand either!"

You pretend to be stupid and I pretend to be dumbfounded, there is nothing wrong with it.

With disdain for Lin Xiaobai, Biden closed his eyes again, recalling his life again.

"The position is wrong. The place you plan to row is the trachea, and you won't die immediately."

"And it will be painful."

Lin Xiaobai kindly pointed out.Biden's hand holding the blade froze in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and adjusted his position slightly.

Damn, I have to recall my life again.

Biden cursed secretly.

"It doesn't work here either, it will spurt blood."

“The room was dirty and difficult to clean.”

Lin Xiaobai frowned, a little unhappy.

"I'm already going to die, do you know what it means to die?"

"Can you not interrupt me?"

"what??"

With veins popping up, Biden looked at Lin Xiaobai and roared angrily!

Due to too much force, the wound burst open, and the injury worsened again. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest, wanting to wail twice, but he maintained his dignity as an executive officer and forcibly endured it.

"Is there a meaning to death?"

"I don't understand."

Lin Xiaobai pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Before I kill someone next time, I will ask them for advice."