Bi Xiao walked slowly forward, arriving at the center of the tal sh bridge. He scanned his surroundings twice, facing pairs of eyes filled with hopeful pleas. Although he had already seen this scene in Stryker's mories, he could not help but feel moved inside.
This feeling was called kindness.
There is always a glow of kindness in people's hearts, though so are not human.
There were those with pale, frail bodies—so without eyes, so without arms, others without legs.
So had no noses, no ears.
There was only more misery, never the most miserable.
Bi Xiao sighed silently. As he extended his hand, a burst of golden energy blood in his palm. The energy flowed like water, emitting dense, needle-sized beams of golden light that precisely hit the lock on the gate's iron bars.
This action startled all the imprisoned mutants, but soon their faces lit up with excitent.
Except for those who had lost their eyes, who had no idea what had happened.
Their excitent was based on the mistaken belief that this handso, big brother, a boy, was a mutant who had co specifically to rescue them. After enduring so much, their only trust was in their fellow mutants.
Moreover, Bi Xiao looked handso and sunny, especially in his black trench coat and round hat, elegant like a noble prince, hardly seeming like a villain.
The mutants knew how to help each other; the healthy ones assisted those who had lost eyes or legs to co forward, gathering around Bi Xiao with gratitude in their eyes.
“I think I need soone to help do sothing, so I can offer so reward in advance.”
“So, can anyone help?”
As Bi Xiao spoke, surrounded by a group of mutants, young and old,
“I am willing to do anything for you, sir.”
Imdiately, a blonde Caucasian girl who had lost an arm excitedly spoke up.
The others were quick to chi in.
“I am willing too.”
“I am strong; I can help you move things, sir.”
“I can set fires.”
“I can spray water.”
The chatter turned the previously quiet isolation room noisy, but Bi Xiao smiled, gestured downwards with his hand, and the noise abruptly stopped.
“OK, then all of you co help, I believe that every effort has its reward.”
“So to help you help better, I will give you so reward first.”
“Let's start with the smallest.”
Bi Xiao turned to the most miserable-looking mutant, a small girl who seed only about four or five years old, with slightly dark skin.
But she was also the most pitiful; on her small head, there was only one ear, her mouth had been cut off, leaving only a row of small teeth, looking fierce and ugly. She also had only one hand and one foot left, needing support to stand.
Seeing Bi Xiao look her way, a bigger child holding the little girl walked up to him.
Under everyone's gaze, Bi Xiao extended his hand and placed it on the little girl's head. The girl's body trembled instinctively with fear, but soon, she felt warmth emanating from her head.
In the admiring and worshipful gazes of the others, they saw Bi Xiao’s hand touching the little girl’s head, radiating a golden light.
Warm as the sun.
The others seed to guess what was happening, their expressions becoming more excited and expectant, and as they hoped, Bi Xiao's golden magic blood over the little girl's body, stimulating cellular regeneration. The golden magic was gentle, nurturing cell vitality rather than causing the cells to exhaust quickly due to rapid regeneration, thereby reducing life span.
Visibly, the missing parts of her body, her facial features, limbs, and tissues, began to sprout and grow. The process was itchy, as the new flesh broke through the dead tissue, causing pain, but he also used his psychic power to soothe the little girl, so she showed no sign of pain.
Soon, the girl's missing parts were restored to their original state.
With her hands and feet intact, her lost eyeballs also regrew, and the little girl saw the light once again, and the tall, handso, sunny big brother in front of her.
The little girl looked up, her big eyes brimming with tears, looking slightly pitiful yet bewildered, truly adorable.
The little girl did not cry; instead, she spoke timidly, "Sir, could you kneel down, please?"
Bi Xiao raised an eyebrow and, under the little girl's expectant gaze, knelt down. The little girl stepped forward, reached out her small hand to hug Bi Xiao's neck, buried her head on his shoulder, and gently kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, sir. Lina will always rember you, and I will pray for you every day.”
Bi Xiao stroked the little girl’s head, whispering in her ear, “I will wait for your prayers every day, Lina.”
Releasing Lina, he then stood up to look at the others, gradually beginning to heal the other mutants with missing body parts.
The process was not difficult, and as he perford more, his speed increased, and his control over his magic beca more skilled, essentially using them as test subjects.
After treating the last mutant child, he again received a gaze of worship from the crowd.
If he really asked, these mutants would surely follow him devotedly.
But alas, Bi Xiao had no such intentions, mainly because he didn't have the ti to look after children.
Since he had given a “reward,” he also let these mutants “help” him head to the adamantium testing area, the place where Logan, the Wolverine, and that Asian woman had been injected.
Coincidentally, when they arrived there, the black-haired Asian woman was waiting for him.
“I rember you're called Lady Deathstrike?”
Bi Xiao looked at the woman, cold as a robot, as a powerful surge of psychic energy washed over her.
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