People's expressions suddenly relaxed, and they whispered in joy:
"Fortunately, there is Holy Blood..."
"Holy blood can heal everything..."
Su Mingan frowned slightly.
At this time, Su Liujin smiled and said:
"By the way, teacher, since you just arrived, I should have given you a bottle of holy blood. This is a must for everyone in our team. With holy blood in hand, you don't have to worry about death."
Su Liujin stood up and walked into the next compartment.
Su Mingan followed.
"You don't have to follow me, just wait outside. I am the incarnation of the Jellyfish Emperor. I only need to pray in the compartment and I can ask God to give me the magical holy blood." Su Liujin said with a smile.
Su Mingan lowered his voice: "...This is not 'holy blood' at all, but your blood."
Su Liujin's smile faltered.
He looked at Su Mingan calmly, his golden pupils like solidified moonlight.
Su Mingan said calmly: "So you use this method of overdrawing yourself to maintain this small team and protect these disabled people? You call yourself the emperor, so that they feel that the 'holy blood' is a gift from heaven, not that you cut your flesh and blood, so that they don't feel so guilty..."
Su Liujin said, "I am not that great, and people are not that kind."
He closed the door of the compartment, rested his hands on the wooden railing, and stared at Su Mingan:
"But if I don't call myself that, I will die."
"The initial kindness came from a small piece of bread."
"Then, kindness grows bigger and bigger, from bread to cake, and from cake to banquet. Once people are dissatisfied with any link, the doer of good will be bitten back."
"I am not good at fighting. I am weak, and my only strength is my own flesh and blood. If I don't use the name of the Great Emperor to intimidate them and make them think that I am the child of God, I will be the first to be attacked. I will be served on the table instead of being an independent leader now."
"Although you may think they are very enthusiastic, there will always be people who bow down to huge interests. Kindness is not forever."
"So, in order to keep everyone alive and to maintain this order."
"Su Liujin must be the Great Emperor."
Su Liujin took out a glass bottle, which was a device similar to a blood pump. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing dozens of pinholes that had not yet healed.
The blood was poured into the glass bottle, and soon, a new bottle of "holy blood" was produced.
"One bottle for you, one bottle for Huibi... No, give Huibi two bottles." Su Liujin lowered his head and said, "This blood is a kind of resonance material. If we encounter any accidents in the future and we are separated and scattered, this blood may be able to resonate with my soul."
Su Mingan suddenly thought of the blood-red magic circle before he came here, the colorful-haired young man wearing the executioner's mask, and the pair of green eyes.
He sighed inwardly.
…
[Facing Su Liujin, what do you want to say——]
[A. “Can’t you just be a jellyfish that does nothing but bob and chirp?”]
[B. "Are you obsessed with maintaining this small team in order to win the championship? What is your purpose in winning the championship?"]
【C. “What unexpected things will happen in the future?”】
【D. (No words, patted his shoulder)】
…
Su Mingan actually knew the answers to these options.
A’s answer: No.
B’s answer: To win the championship and obtain the image of the Supreme Lord in preparation for subsequent salvation.
Answer C: In the future our memories will be erased.
Because he knew all the answers, Su Mingan just reached out and gently patted Su Liujin's shoulder.
This did not contain any interest-based meaning, it was just a role of brother to encourage the young. He rarely saw comrades younger than him, most of them were the same age or older than him, Su Liujin was an exception, still a teenager.
The boy is young but passionate, with a naivety and persistence that is different from that of adults.
Su Liujin was surprised for a moment. It was rare for someone to treat him like this. He smiled and picked up the glass bottle: "Let's go. We should go out."
However, it suddenly became very quiet outside the door, without any sound at all.
Su Mingan paused for a moment, then slowly pushed the door open.
The smell of blood.
A strong smell of blood.
The dishes were overturned, noodles were spilled all over the floor, blood was smeared on the table and the wall, and there were corpses lying all over the floor.
Heads next to heads, hands next to hands.
The colorful fireworks were still on the ground, the chairs were tilted all over the place, and the people who had just been smiling and shouting "Brother Qiu" had stopped breathing.
Si Nian and Krilotin, who had just smiled and called Su Mingan to eat, had their throats cut and were killed in one blow, dying with their eyes open.
A woman with loose blonde hair and a purple rose black veil stood in the middle, staring at Su Mingan and Su Liujin. She had a gentle face and a mysterious and profound temperament.
Surrounding her were more than fifty silver-armored guards, fully equipped, with sharp blades in their hands stained with blood.
In just a few minutes, I suddenly fell from heaven to hell, as if the brief warmth was just a flash in the pan.
Su Liujin almost thought he had seen it wrong. He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe the horror before him.
Su Mingan looked at the silver-armored guards and had some guesses in his mind.
...Shi Ying just said that the conservative class does not want to see the Creator Conference being held smoothly. The original aristocracy and scientific community might take advantage of the night to kill the Creators. As long as most of the 100 Creators are killed, how can the Creator Conference be held?
In Su Liujin's small group, only Bai Qiu and Chang Ping were potential creators, but these guards chose to kill them without mercy, as if human lives were just ants.
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