Salt-and-Pepper Cumin-Roasted Golden Crow!
Just thinking about it made their mouths water!
Once they eliminated the Human Race, their greatest worry, they would definitely torment Di Jun first, then roast and eat him.
Di Jun felt somewhat uncomfortable under the Patriarchs of the Three Clans' wolfish gazes. A chill ran down his back, and his body hair stood on end in fright, each strand clearly distinct.
Why did he feel that their gazes were rather malicious?
It was as if they were staring at some delicious prey, ready to tear him apart and swallow him alive at any moment...
When Di Jun happened to glimpse the transparent, murky-white liquid dripping from the corner of First Kirin's mouth, his heart gave an abrupt jolt. His ominous premonition grew even stronger...
That old geezer was actually drooling over him?
Could it be that he had taken a fancy to him?
Did he have designs on him?!
A wave of nausea surged up. Di Jun's face turned ashen, and he hurriedly looked away. What he didn't see couldn't disturb him.
He was a married man, after all. The woman he liked was someone as beautiful as Xi He.
He had absolutely no interest in men—especially old men!
Di Jun forcibly suppressed the nausea roiling in his stomach, pulled out a faint smile, and spoke first to divert the Patriarchs of the Three Clans' attention.
As long as they stopped staring at him, anything was fine...
"Since the Demon Clan and the Three Clans have formed an alliance, we're all on the same side now. I wonder, Seniors, whether the three of you have any ideas about breaking through the Human Race's defenses?"
"Now that the Human Race's fortune has surged and their strength has greatly increased, humanity has already awakened with the help