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"What is there? Potion?" Nian Tong said excitedly.

Baoye said: "it's not the potion, it's the blood of the slaves. They've drunk the medicine I gave them. The strength of the potion has infiltrated into their blood. This makes the slaves better and plays a role of resistance. As long as each slave draws some blood to drink for the slaves in other cities, they can save their lives. "

" that's great. I'm going to ask the slaves for blood. "In less than two seconds, Nian Tong's face stepped down again:" how much blood does one need to draw? We have less than one million slaves in Gongcheng City, and the surrounding cities and towns add up to tens of millions of people. How can we save them? "

before he came, he thought it would be enough to find Baoye and get the potion. He never thought that even if Baoye had the potion, he could not save so many people.

"Two hundred drops of blood is not much. It is difficult for everyone to volunteer. "

in the case that everyone is willing to lose blood, as long as everyone donates 200 drops of blood.

Nian Tong was very aware of the nature of the slaves. Under the long-term torture of the slaveholders and the games of gods, many slaves were very dark in character. They were afraid of death, selfish and cold-blooded. They could only see themselves in their eyes. As long as they lived well, other people's lives had nothing to do with them, It is impossible for them to donate blood voluntarily.

Well, he could understand them, and he would not have been meddling in his business if his brother hadn't asked for him.

Baoye said: "it's better than nothing. Where is your brother now?"

"he's hiding outside the city. He's a slave in other cities. Our police won't let him in."

"Don't tell your elder brother about this matter. We'll find all the slaves to donate blood before we find him. "Baoye is worried that if this incident spreads out, it will make slaves in other cities think evil, and come to kill the slaves in bow city to save his life.

Nian Tong was also aware of the seriousness of the incident. Of course, he would not say anything nonsense: "I will first find slaves from Beicheng district to donate blood. "

Baoye nodded:" 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 to take the initiative to help:" thank you. "

after he left, donglingce sent a message to Baoye and asked him to come to the office.

When Baoye comes to the office, Dong lingce, who is bored to turn his pen to play, sees Baoye's face and moves. The pen slips down from his hand.

He squinted: "did you kill people?"

Baoye Chao had no choice but to say, "No."

"Did you frame up, humiliate, beat and hurt the slaves?"

Baoye turned his eyes wide and said, "master, I will be very sad if you treat me like this. Previously, I said that I had changed a lot, but now I am so bad just a few days later?"

donglingce didn't believe that he had done nothing: "if you didn't do anything, how could the sarcoma on your face break? It became serious, There are sarcomas on the chin. "

Baoye told him that Nian Tong had come to see him:" I had only one idea that I couldn't help him, and the sarcoma exploded. Later, in order to verify whether the sarcoma on my face was like what you said, he said tentatively that if I didn't do it, the sarcoma on my face would explode again before I finished my words. "

Donglingce: "master, I want to do an experiment. "

donglingce raised his eyebrows and said," what experiment do you want to do? "

as soon as the words fell, Baoye suddenly raised his right hand and swung it in his face.

Donglingce quickly raised his hand and grasped his wrist. He sarcastically said, "hitting me is your experiment? Do you want to rebel?

Baoye laughs:" I just want to see if there will be sarcomas after hitting people. "

"You wouldn't ask someone else to test it?"

"other people are not as hardy as you."

Donglingce:...

Baoye swings another fist. At the moment when donglingce catches him again, he suddenly lowers his head and opens his mouth to the arm that holds his right hand.

This bite was very hard. It was like venting all the pent up flexion during this period on this arm. Soon he tasted the smell of blood.

Donglingce is suffering from pain. He is about to kick people. The next moment, the man disappears in front of him. Baoye is left in his ear and says, "in your name, recruit all the slaves and ask them to donate blood. "

Dong lingce looks at the beautiful tooth marks on his forearm and frowns. He hasn't shed blood for many years.

That fool drank his blood. He felt better.

Baoye moves from the office to the hole near the construction site. He licks two tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue, and says in a tut: "the blood of the gods is sweet, almost like drinking sugar water. "

he touched his face again:" if there is no sarcoma, then you can hit people? "

if you can't even fight people, you will be suffocating and can only be slaughtered.

Baoye comes to the construction site and finds the foreman. In the name of donglingce, he asks the foreman to recruit people.

The foreman knew that he was with the master, so he did not doubt his words, and gathered all the slaves to the place where they were fed.Baoye directly explained his intention: "I brought you here to tell you one thing. There are many slaves in the nearby towns who are infected with black spot disease and need my medicine to rescue them. But all my potions have been given to the slaves in Gongcheng. There is no medicine to save the slaves in other towns. I thought of asking you to donate blood. Your blood contains the effect of resisting black spot disease, As long as each of you donates 200 drops of blood, it will add up to about 10 ml, which is not much. However, 200 drops of blood can save 10 people, depending on whether you are willing or not. It is voluntary and not forced on you. "

he didn't say that if the slaves in the surrounding towns could not be treated, he wanted the slaves to be more active, hoping that they could be more loving and not be selfless, but he didn't want to throw away all their good deeds.

"Blood donation?" everyone talked about it. It was a very new thing for them, but it must be very painful to bleed, and we hesitated.

With a crack, the Deacon threw out his whip: "the master wants you to donate blood. You are procrastinating. Do you want to die. "

Baoye sinks his face:" I said it's voluntary. If you don't want to, you can't donate. "

He didn't want to do a good thing to make the slaves dissatisfied.

Unfortunately, the slaves were frightened by the deacon, and they all cried for donations. Moreover, they were much better than the slaves outside. At least the master didn't deduct their meals and let them eat enough. What's more, donating some blood is nothing.

Seeing that they didn't show any unwillingness, Baoye stopped saying anything.

He went back to the office building and conjured up a large number of small glass bottles with the mouth diameter of seven millimeters and the height of three centimeters for the slaves to take back and distribute to other slaves.

Each bottle contains only ten drops of blood. Fill all the bottles and send them back to the office building.

Laoliuhe, niangao and Wangqiao also donated 200 drops of blood when they heard of the disappearance.

When it comes to work time, Baoye goes alone to the slave camp in Nancheng District, where he used to live.

With the concerted efforts of the slaves, the sheds were all built.

Seeing that Baoye is neither welcome nor indifferent, most of us are curious about the purpose of his coming here.

Baoye tells them what he said to the slaves on the construction site.

After hearing this, the slaves in Nancheng district said, "it's none of our business to kill the slaves in other towns. We can't eat enough now. How can we save them? Are you right about what I said?"

everyone should say: "yes! "

some slaves said," if they give us food, we will donate blood to save them, or they will die. "

Baoye had long expected that this time would not be as smooth as before: "200 drops of blood are really not much for you. The amount is less than one twentieth of your urine. There are more than 200000 slaves in Nancheng district. If all the people come out to donate blood, we can save more than two million slaves and more than two million lives, and they don't have to die of illness, I hope you can change your position and think about things. If my thoughts are the same as you, if you don't take the potion to drink, what do you think of your end? And, when you are suffering from black spot, are you also eager for someone to come forward to save you? Other towns have the same idea of slaves as you did at the beginning. I saved you, and now it's my turn to need you. Similarly, you saved them. One day, they may also need them to save you. Instead, if I didn't save you, I didn't have so many potions to save people in other towns. If you didn't save them, who would you call for help one day when you needed help? "

Slaves: "

everyone calmed down.

Suddenly, someone sneered: "ugly slave, you don't pretend to be a good man. I feel sick when you look like you. If you are so kind, why don't you donate your own blood? Why don't you donate all your blood?"

Baoye is the same Xiao Wei who used to build a tent with him in the past.

The slaves who came with Xiao Wei also began to shout: "yes, if you have the ability, you can donate all your own blood. If you can do it, we will donate blood without saying a word. "

Baoye looks at Xiaowei, who is proud of himself, and squints:" I will definitely donate blood, but not all of it. "

Xiao Wei sneered: "if you don't even want to donate all the blood, don't pretend to be a good person. Besides, you think that if you give us a little liquid medicine, you can make up for what you have done to us. You are doomed to be a bad person all your life. "

Baoye looks at him indifferently:" yes, I admit that I have done a lot of things that people and gods are indignant about before, but who hasn't done something missing? "

" are you? Or do the people present dare to say that they have not done something sorry for others? Ask yourself if you have robbed other people's food, Have you ever ganged up with others to beat other slaves? Have you ever done anything to apologize to others? Who dares to say that he has lived a life of honesty and uprightness since he was born? "

severe questioning made everyone speechless. Suddenly, the scene was quiet.