Two-dimensional Perfect Creature

　　The leader elected by the refugees himself, not to mention high morality, at least his ability will convince most people, so Xia You has no objection.

　　After confirming his status as the leader, Xia You didn't want to worry too much when he saw that Mario was busy with trivial matters.

　　He quickly pulled up the two loli beside him and walked forward, ready to take a good turn around here.

　　However, just after taking a few steps, a suppressed low cry caught his attention.

　　Xia You stopped and looked in that direction.

　　The crowd in front dispersed one after another, revealing the two refugees inside.

　　One of them, in his thirties, originally had a resolute face, but now he was hugging a thin old man, tears rolling in his eyes.

　　"What happened here?" Xia You walked over and asked some people beside her.

　　The surrounding refugees looked a little ashamed and ashamed, and no one spoke for a long time.

　　The middle-aged man who was crying also heard Xia You's question. He gently put the old man's body on the ground, then stood up, clenched his fists, and apologized in a low voice:

　　"Sorry chief, my father was injured, so..."

　　"Injured?" Xia You's expression was stunned. When he beheaded giants before, he had noticed that no one was accidentally injured by giants, right?

　　After asking his doubts, the middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then he endured his grief and told it slowly.

　　It turned out that his father was not injured by the giant, but was pushed to the ground in a panic by the crowd in the previous stampede incident. Hundreds of people stepped on the body, and it became like this.

　　The old man was very old and his health was not very good. At this time, there was almost only his last breath left.

　　"Is that so..." Xia You glanced at the surrounding refugees.

　　No wonder their expressions just now were so weird. It is estimated that they were involved in the panic and stepping on people before.

　　But at that time, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves. Driven by the desire to survive, they couldn't pay attention to the situation around them. It was not their fault.

　　After pondering for a while, seeing the sad expression of the middle-aged man in front of him, Xia You finally stepped forward and said lightly:

　　"Get out of the way first, let me try and see if I can save him."

　　The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then glanced beside him, seeing his father's face pale, unconscious, and even breathing intermittently.

　　He couldn't help but nodded fiercely, showing a look of gratitude:

　　"Thank you boss!"

　　Even if he has some doubts about Xia You's statement, but there is no medicine or medicine here, he can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

　　After all, if you delay for a few minutes, the old man will also lead the dog...

　　Xia You stepped forward and looked carefully at the old man lying in the weeds. His clothes were ragged, his face was yellow and his muscles were thin, his body was full of footprints, and his mouth was foaming. He was almost unconscious.

　　After thinking about it, he did not take out the red medicine.

　　Although that thing can definitely save the old man, once it is used in public, it will definitely be coveted by many people.

　　Although he is not afraid, it will definitely be annoying to have to deal with some small troubles from time to time.

　　So Xia You chose another treatment method - making the old man a follower.

　　In this case, it may have unexpected effects.

　　"Open your father's mouth!" Xia You commanded lightly, frowning at the old man's white foam.

　　The middle-aged man was puzzled, but he subconsciously obeyed the leader's orders, squatted down quickly, and gently opened the old man's mouth.

　　Xia You put her finger in the air, with a distressed look on her face, and cut it between her fingers.

　　A drop of blood so bright that it could be called bright red slowly seeped out from the small wound and dripped into the old man's mouth.

　　After doing all this, Xia You stood up and solemnly ordered: "Be sure to watch him swallow it, my blood is a very precious thing!"

　　The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but seeing Xia You's serious expression, he quickly and cautiously fixed the old man's head to prevent him from spitting out the drop of blood when he foamed.

　　"Yeah!" Xia You nodded in satisfaction, but secretly laughed in her heart.

　　His blood is precious, and with the hematopoietic recovery ability of the Hematopoietic Class, if he drinks another bottle of red medicine to supplement it, there is no problem in producing half a ton a day...

　　But the more precious something is, the more it will be cherished by others. This is an eternal truth.

　　As long as you make this gesture, others will feel that Xia You's blood is rare.

　　And once the old man is really cured, the middle-aged man who just cried for a drop of "precious" blood will definitely be grateful for his "new leader".

　　After quietly clicking on the system message and turning the old man into a follower, Xia You looked at the subsequent changes with ease.

　　After a while, the old man lying on the ground stopped foaming at the mouth, and his body that was shaking like an epilepsy began to slowly return to calm.

　　His originally yellow and pale face was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye. In this cold winter, while wearing thin clothes, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　"Chief, my father..."

　　Seeing this strange change suddenly arisen, the middle-aged man looked startled and asked hurriedly.

　　"Don't worry, it's my blood that is at work, 480 wait for a while, your father will not only recover from his injuries, but also greatly increase his strength!"

　　Xia You waved his hand and said in a "tired" voice.

　　"Thank you boss!"

　　Although the middle-aged man had a grateful expression on his face, there was still a trace of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

　　Obviously, this unscientific statement made him unable to believe it.

　　The others were all around in the distance, and when they heard this conversation, they couldn't help but look silent and didn't make a sound, just quietly watching the old man's changes.

　　After a while, the old man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes. He suddenly sat up and shouted loudly:

　　"Kyle! The monster is about to catch up, run!"

　　This full-bodied voice, as well as his lively gesture, amazed the people around him.

　　"It's incredible that he woke up!"

　　"Yeah, it's completely incredible! The leader's blood... can really save people who are dying!"

　　"It only takes a few minutes to make a person from a half-dead state to a complete recovery. No doctor or hospital can do such a thing!"

　　For a while, everyone was talking about it and was surprised.

　　When the refugees turned their eyes to Xia You again, the originally indifferent or slightly contradictory eyes all changed!

Chapter 85 The Mentality of Refugees

　　If there is a stranger, you have never known, understood, or even seen before.

　　Just because of his high strength, he suddenly became the leader of himself and others.

　　To be honest, for such things, the hearts of the refugees were not touched too much.

　　The most is to understand that in the future there will be someone who will take care of you.

　　As civilians, they are basically used to being restrained, so they will neither strongly oppose nor welcome the appearance of the new leader.

　　But... if it is a super bull, a strong man who can even save the dead and become their leader!

　　Then they will feel awe and worship in their hearts, and they are very willing to express themselves, hoping to be remembered by the new leader.

　　This is the power of blood to save people!If he is remembered by the leader, he must not be stingy with that little drop of blood when he is injured and dying, right?

　　From ancient times to the present, all human beings, from emperors to beggars, are basically not afraid of death.

　　This is the reason why the so-called ants are still alive.

　　Some people even remembered what Xia You had said before - not only will the injury heal, but even the strength will be greatly increased!

　　If this is the case, the distressed and tired expression on the leader's face just after he shed a drop of blood is definitely not a slap in the face...

　　"Hey, what's wrong with me?"

　　Until this time, the old man who had just woken up and yelled, finally realized that something was wrong.

　　He squeezed his arm and asked blankly:

　　"Am I cured?"

　　The old man felt incredible in his heart.

　　As a victim, he was very aware of his injuries, panicked, and was stomped on by hundreds of people, his internal organs were displaced, and even nearly split.

　　With his weak physical fitness, it is almost impossible to be cured.

　　But now, it has really been cured!

　　"Dad, are you all right"?"

　　The middle-aged man was so excited that his lips were shaking. He quickly lifted the old man up and looked up and down for a while.

　　Then he turned around, knelt down on the ground sincerely, and gave Xia You a big gift.

　　"Boss, thank you, I..."

　　This man with a resolute face may not be good at words, and he also felt a burst of shame for his previous doubts.

　　He opened his mouth, and after a few seconds passed, he still couldn't think of any good words of thanks, and his face flushed with anxiety.

　　"I said before that you are all wealth under my control. As the leader, I will try my best to protect the property under my name!" Xia You glanced at him and waved lightly:

　　"Take good care of your father. Although his body has been cured, he has just recovered from his serious illness and is still a little weak. He needs to find food as soon as possible for him to replenish!"

　　"Yes!" The middle-aged man answered repeatedly, nodded vigorously, and said with a sincere expression, "I will definitely help the leader find food!"

　　I also use you to help find food...

　　Xia You pouted in her heart, but did not speak to dispel his enthusiasm.

　　"Let's go!" He greeted Mikasa and Christa beside him, and the three continued to walk into the distance.

　　A large group of refugees around, with some awe and admiration in their eyes at this time, silently watched his back.

　　Being able to control the lives of others, turning one's hand into a cloud, and turning one's hand into a rain, can be worshipped as a god in this medieval society.

　　Just like the City Wall Cult, those guys only believed in a pile of stones, but there were still a large number of believers joining.

　　What the commoners want is nothing but peace of mind.