Number One Ugly Husband

"What? Potion?" Nian Tong said excitedly.

Bao Ye said: "It's not the potion, it's the blood of the slaves. They drank the potion I gave, and the potion's power has penetrated into their blood, which made the slaves' health better and also played a role in resistance. As long as the slaves If someone draws some blood and gives it to slaves in other cities, it will save their lives."

"That's great, I'm going to ask the slaves for blood." Nian Tong was happy for less than two seconds, and his face fell down again: "How much blood does a person need to draw enough? We have less than 100 million people in Gongcheng slaves, and the surrounding towns add up to tens of millions of people, how can this be saved?"

Before he came, he thought too naively, thinking that it would be enough to find Baoye and get the potion, but he never thought that even if Baoye had the potion, it would be impossible to save so many people.

"Two hundred drops of blood is not much, and it will be difficult for everyone to volunteer."

Under the condition that everyone is willing to lose blood, as long as each person donates two hundred drops of blood, it is almost the same.

Niantong is very aware of the nature of the slaves. Under the long-term torture of the slave owners and the games of the gods, many slaves have very dark personalities. They are afraid of death, selfish and cold, and only see themselves. As long as they live well, the life and death of others It has nothing to do with them, asking them to donate blood now is tantamount to killing them, especially now that the slaves don't have enough to eat, and it is impossible for them to donate blood on their own initiative.

Alas, he can also understand them. If his elder brother hadn't begged him to come here, he wouldn't be nosy.

Bao Ye said, "It's better than nothing, where is your elder brother now?"

"Now he is hiding outside the city. He is a slave in another city. Our security team will not let him in."

"Then don't tell your elder brother about this matter, we will find him after we find all the slaves donating blood." Bao Ye was worried that if this matter spread, slaves in other cities would have evil thoughts and come to slaughter the people in Gongcheng. The slave came to save his own life.

Nian Tong also knew the seriousness of the incident, so of course he would not say nonsense: "I will first find slaves from Beicheng District to donate blood."

Bao Ye nodded: "Then I will start from our construction site to find slaves to donate blood, and then I will ask the slaves in Nancheng District to help."

Nian Tong was surprised that he offered to help: "Thank you."

After he left, Dong Ling Ce sent a voice transmission to Bao Ye, asking him to come to the office.

When Bao Ye came to the office, Dong Ling Ce, who was so bored to play with his pen, saw Bao Ye's face, paused, and the pen slipped from his hand.

He narrowed his eyes: "Did you kill someone?"

Bao Ye said helplessly, "No."

"You framed, humiliated, beat, hurt slaves?"

Bao Ye rolled his eyes: "Master, if you treat me like this, I will be very sad. Before, you clearly said that I have changed a lot, but now you are saying that I am so bad after only a few days?"

Dong Ling Ce couldn't believe that he didn't do anything: "If you didn't do anything, how could the sarcoma on your face be broken? It's getting worse, even your chin has a sarcoma."

Bao Ye told him about Nian Tong's visit to him: "At that time, I only had one thought that I couldn't help him, and the sarcoma burst open. Later, in order to verify whether the sarcoma on my face was what you said, I tried again. After I said something, if I don’t make a move, the sarcoma on my face would explode again before I could finish my sentence.”

Dong Ling Ce: "..."

Bao Ye walked up to him: "Master, I want to do an experiment."

Dong Ling raised his eyebrows: "What kind of experiment do you want to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bao Ye suddenly raised his right hand and swung it towards his face.

Dong Ling Ce quickly raised his hand to grab his wrist, and said sarcastically, "Beating me is your experiment? Do you want to rebel?

Bao Ye giggled: "I just want to see if I will develop sarcoma after beating someone."

"You won't find other people to experiment?"

"Others are not as strong as you."

Dong Ling Ce: "..."

Bao Ye swung another fist, and the moment Dong Ling Ce caught him again, he lowered his head suddenly, opened his mouth and bit the arm that grabbed his right hand.

This bite was particularly forceful, as if venting all the aggrievedness of this period of time on this arm, and soon he tasted the blood.

Dong Ling Ce was in pain, and just about to lift his foot to kick someone, the next moment, the person disappeared in front of him, leaving Baoye saying in his ear: "In your name, all the slaves are recruited to donate blood."

Dong Ling Ce looked at the beautiful tooth marks on his forearm and frowned. He hadn't bled for many years.

That idiot drank his blood, and it made him feel better.

Bao Ye teleported from the office to the cave near the construction site, licked the two tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said, "The blood of the gods is actually sweet, almost like drinking sugar water."

He touched his face again: "If there is no sarcoma, then you can beat someone?"

If you can't even hit people, you will really hold back your fire and you can only let others slaughter you.

Baoye came to the construction site to find the foreman, and asked the foreman to recruit people in the name of Dong Lingce.

The foreman knew that he was someone who was with the master, so he didn't doubt his words to gather all the slaves in the place where they were fed.

Baoye directly explained the purpose of coming here: "I brought you here because I want to tell you one thing. Many slaves in the nearby towns are infected with black spot disease. They need my potion to save them, but I gave all of my potion to Gong. The slaves in the city have no medicine to save the slaves in other towns. I thought of asking you to donate blood. Your blood contains the anti-black spot medicine in it. As long as each of you donates two hundred drops of blood, it will be fine. It’s only about ten milliliters, not too much, but two hundred drops of blood can save ten people, it depends on your willingness, it’s all voluntary, not forced.”

He didn't say what would happen if the slaves in the surrounding towns didn't get treatment, because he wanted the slaves to take the initiative, hoped that they could be more caring, and didn't require them to be selfless, but he didn't want them to throw away all their goodness.

"Donate blood?" Everyone was talking about it. It was a very new thing for them, but it must be painful to bleed, and everyone hesitated.

With a snap, the deacon whipped out his whip: "The master wants you to donate blood, but you are procrastinating, do you want to die?"

Bao Ye's face darkened: "I told you, it's voluntary. If you don't want to donate, you don't have to donate."

He didn't want to do a good deed to cause dissatisfaction among the slaves.

It's a pity that the slaves were frightened by the deacon, and hurriedly shouted for donations. Moreover, they were much better than the slaves outside. At least the master didn't deduct their meals to make them full. So donating some blood is nothing.

Seeing that they didn't show reluctance, Bao Ye didn't say anything more.

He returned to the office building, and used magic to conjure up a large number of small glass bottles with a mouth diameter of only seven millimeters and a height of three centimeters for the slaves to take back and distribute to other slaves.

Each vial contains only ten drops of blood, and all the vials are filled and sent back to the office building.

When Lao Liu, Nian Gao, and Wang Qiao heard about the disappearance, they volunteered to donate two hundred drops of blood.

When it was time to get off work, Bao Ye went alone to the slaves in Nancheng District, which is the slave shed area where he used to live.

With the concerted efforts of the slaves, all the tents have been built.

Everyone saw that Bao Ye was neither welcoming nor indifferent, and most of them were curious about his purpose for coming here.

Bao Ye told them what he had said to the slaves on the construction site.

After the slaves in Nancheng District heard this, someone said: "The life and death of slaves in other towns is none of our business. We don't have enough to eat now, so we don't have enough blood to save them. Everyone, you say what I say!" right?"

Everyone responded: "Yes!"

A slave said: "If they give us food, we will donate blood to save them, or they will die."

Bao Ye had expected that this time would not be as smooth as before: "Two hundred drops of blood is really not much to you, and the amount is less than one-twentieth of your one-twentieth amount of urine. There are more than 20 drops in Nancheng District." Thousands of slaves, if all of them come out to donate blood, more than 200 million slaves can be saved, and more than 200 million lives can be saved, and they don’t have to be tortured to death. The idea is the same as yours. If you don’t give you the potion, what do you think will happen to you? Also, when you suffer from black spot disease, do you also long for someone to come forward to save you? The slaves in other towns think like You were the same at the beginning. I saved you, and now it is my turn to need you. Similarly, you saved them, and one day you may need them to save you. On the contrary, if I didn’t save you at that time, I would not have so many The potion is going to save people in other towns, if you don’t save them, who do you turn to when you need help one day?”

Slaves: ...

Everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, someone scoffed: "Ugly slave, don't pretend to be a good person. I feel very disgusted when I see you. If you are so kind, why don't you donate your own blood? Why don't you donate all your blood?" ?”

Bao Ye followed his reputation, and it was Xiaowei who used to build the same tent with him.

The slaves who came with Xiaowei also shouted: "Yes, if you have the ability, donate your own blood. If you can do it, we donate blood without saying anything."

Bao Ye looked at the proud Xiaowei and squinted his eyes: "I will definitely donate blood, but I won't donate all of it."

Xiaowei ridiculed: "If you don't even want to donate all your blood, don't pretend to be a good person. Also, you think you can make up for what you did to us by giving us a little potion. Be the bad guy."

Bao Ye looked at him indifferently: ""Yes, I admit that I have done many things that were outraged by people and gods before, but who didn't do anything wrong? "

"Are you? Or do those present dare to say that they have not done anything wrong to others? Ask yourself, have you ever robbed other people's food, have you ganged up with others to beat other slaves? Have you ever done anything wrong to others? ?Who among the people present would dare to say that he will live his life in the light and aboveboard, and dare to say that he can sit upright since he was born?"

The harsh interrogation left everyone speechless, and the scene fell silent for a while.