Number One Ugly Husband

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.

Baoye scanned all the slaves, and when everyone realized that he had made many mistakes, he continued: "I know that I have done many wrong things in the past, but I know that I have to repent and make up for it. Forgive those I have hurt, at least I have a clear conscience, a hundred times better than those who do not realize their mistakes."

He looked at Xiaowei: "You asked me to donate all my blood before you are willing to donate blood to others. Your behavior is equivalent to persecuting me. Then what is the difference between you and me who did all kinds of bad things before?"

Xiaowei lowered his face: "You."

Baoye didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "Blood donation is voluntary, I don't force it, but I still hope that everyone will take the initiative to donate blood."

Someone immediately shouted: "I, I 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 Baoye: "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. Standing up to help others when everyone is in trouble, I believe that it will not be long before everyone will 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 people." Jiang Yu stared at him and stretched out his hand: "Two hundred drops of blood are for you."

Bao Ye pushed his hand back: "I'll send the bottle over later, you can fill it yourself."

"it is good!"

Bao Ye didn't persuade other slaves any more. He went back to the construction site building, borrowed a large truck, and used his power to turn the empty truck into small bottles.

When they come to the slaves to set up a booth, put the small bottles into boxes and put them on the ground, anyone who is willing to donate can come and get [-]

bottle.

Jiang Yu was the first to hold the bottle.

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 is hesitating.

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

"Someone donated blood? Are we going to donate?"

"Donating blood doesn't do us any favors, 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 do work, and we will be beaten to death by deacons or slave owners."

When everyone heard of death, they all shuddered in fear.

Someone said: "Just donate 10 milliliters of blood, so you can't even do your job?"

"If you are not afraid of death, donate."

"Of course I'm afraid of death, and I can't bear to hear that the slaves in the surrounding towns are sick and dying. As long as I think that many of these slaves are children under the age of six, I can't let them die. If the 10ml The blood makes me unable to work, so I will donate 5 milliliters or [-] milliliters, and 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 this slave 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 one by two.

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

Bao Ye was a little anxious to wait, as long as they waited for 1 minute, the slaves in other towns might die within 1 minute.

Just when he was thinking about whether to use other methods to speed up the blood donation of the slaves, suddenly, six large-wheeled carts drove in and stopped beside Baoye's cart, and then, two to three thousand people jumped off from the back of the cart.

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

Jin Lingrui walked up to Bao Ye and said, "Let's donate blood."

He brought people here only after receiving the news.

Bao Ye: ...

Jin Lingrui turned around and said to the people under him: "Those who are strong and healthy must donate at least [-] milliliters of blood, and others must donate at least [-] milliliters."

Everyone should be well.

Yu Yi picked up the small bottle: "How can such a small bottle contain [-] milliliters of blood?"

Bao Ye explained: "Each small bottle contains five drops of blood, and two hundred drops of blood equals ten milliliters."

Yu Yi did the math: "Then I'm not six thousand drops of blood, when will it last?"

Jin Lingrui said: "Even if you don't sleep, you have to finish the drip. Okay, 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 they did good things for him.

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.

Baoye 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.

Baoye couldn't help but touch his forehead.

my mom!

You are a god, if ordinary people drink the blood of gods, they will either awaken their divine power or explode and die.

Baoye 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 hearing my voice."

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 for a moment, and said again: "I also like to listen."

Baoye 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 lowly: "You finally want to know what kind of people your parents are."

Bao Ye searched Chou Nu's memory, and Chou Nu seemed to have never asked about his parents. When he was young, he was ignorant. He only asked where his parents had gone. After he was sent to the research institute, he had no chance to ask these things again. , When he came out, his personality had been distorted, and it was even more impossible to ask about his parents.

"If I don't ask, can't you tell me?"

Jin Lingrui retorted him: "You don'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 am not the same mother as you."

Baoye was surprised that there was such a thing.

"I'm like you. I haven't had a mother since I was born, and I don't know who your mother is."

Bao Ye was speechless: "Don't you know who father gave birth to me with?"

"do not know."

"Then how are you sure I must be your 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'm curious about the tumors on my face, how did you know that I resemble him?"

Jin Lingrui laughed: "He also has sarcoma all over his face."

"Uh, okay. So 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 gives you the feeling that you want to strangle him to death, and you really deserve to be beaten."

Bao Ye: "..."

It 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 he values ​​love and righteousness. He has many friends and many enemies. The most important thing is that he has many Powerful divine power."

Bao Ye didn't know why, although he had never met this 'dad' whom he had never met, but from Jin Lingrui's description, he liked this man, if only he could meet such a man.

He is such a versatile person.

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

Baoye asked: "He has powerful divine power, how could he die?"

Jin Lingrui's smile froze: "He died from doing too many bad things."

Bao Ye feels that the truth of the matter is not like this.

The more bad things he did, the more and more sarcoids on his face, until his body was covered with sarcoids, and his body exploded.

Bao Ye pointed at himself in surprise: "Then...

"So will you."

"So you also know that my sarcoma will become more and more as I do bad things?"

Jin Lingrui hummed lightly.

¨Then why didn't you stop the ugly and 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 you really can't stop you, don't bother You, if you continue to control me, you will kill me as an enemy sooner or later, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that you will kill my brother."

"Just, with my ability, can I kill you and your brother?"

Jin Lingrui sneered: "Father's child, no matter how bad you are, you will wake up sooner or later."

"You can kill me early."

"I can't do it."

Bao Ye smiled: "Then do you know how sarcoma came about? Did Dad tell you?"

"Yes, he said it was a sin made in the previous life."

"What does he have to do with me for committing crimes in his previous life? I have it too."

"You are his son."

"Aren't you also his son, why don't you?"

"I am kind-hearted and innocent. How could such an ugly sarcoid grow on such a handsome man like me."

Bao Ye sneered: "So you don't know how to joke."

In Ugly Nu's impression, Jin Lingrui has always been serious.

Jin Lingrui gave a naughty smile: "I don't look like I'm joking? No matter how you look at us, I look better than you."

"If I didn't have this sarcoma on my face, I would definitely look better than you."

"Compare me when you don't have sarcoma."

Bao Ye: "..."