"Who would eat your heart?" Qin Han hated it most when people slaughtered innocents indiscriminately. Even when Wen Ruo Ruo killed people, he would scold her in every way imaginable. He never expected that the black-robed youth he encountered today would do nothing if he did not strike, yet the moment he did, he would reap nearly a thousand lives.
Those had all been living, breathing people, yet he had slaughtered every last one of them without leaving a single survivor. How could he have not even the slightest trace of compassion? Not even the slightest pity?
That was why his tone was filled with extreme displeasure.
He did not understand why Wen Ruo Ruo kept protecting this man. If she had not constantly tried to pull him into the Dragon Slaying Squad, he might have been unable to resist confronting the man himself.
"People, too, like eating human hearts." The black-robed youth raised his head and looked at the anger in Qin Han's eyes, then said with a smile, "Do you think only dragons like eating human hearts? People like them too. Fry them, stir-fry them, or slice them up, chill them, and have them with wine—they make a fine dish."
"Nonsense." Qin Han's face flushed crimson with anger as he shouted, "Where have you ever heard of comrades eating one another? Apart from the cannibal tribes in those wastelands, I've never heard of such a thing. Anyone who eats even the heart of his own comrade—is he still human? They're clearly livestock, beasts!"
The black-robed youth applauded and cheered. "Well said. Very well said. Anyone who eats even the heart of his own comrade—is he still human? They're clearly livestock, beasts!"
Qin Han stared wide-eyed at this Yan Xiangma. *Was he insane? Why was he agreeing with me