"Uh, this..."
Smir had been about to explain that he had no such intentions; he simply wanted to survive.
But on second thought, he felt that would not be appropriate.
If he wanted to stay alive now, he had to make Shi Aotian and Shi Bashi feel that he was useful.
Just as he had said before, "Only by creating enough value for the Grand Broodmaster can one earn the right to keep living!"
And the prerequisite for being "useful"
was that the two Broodmasters had to be willing to use him!
But if a dog had no weaknesses, how could its master use it with peace of mind?
He was clearly a lowly, filthy thing, yet his character was more noble than his masters'?
Wouldn't that provoke disgust?
At that thought, Smir immediately put on an embarrassed expression as though he had been found out. With a lewd chuckle, he said:
"As expected of Broodmaster Bashi. You see everything clearly and notice every detail. Nothing can be hidden from you..."
"To be honest, I've had my eye on that dog-head's wife for quite some time. I just lacked the strength to take her by force."
"Now that I was fortunate enough to get the chance, I finally fulfilled my wish. Hehehe..."
Just as Smir had expected.
When Shi Bashi saw that his "true nature had been completely exposed," the disdain in his voice grew stronger, but there was also noticeably more pleasure in it.
It was the delight of encountering someone of the same kind.
Of course, Shi Bashi would never admit his own filthiness in front of Smir. He merely continued in a teasing tone:
"Mother and daughter together—I've only experienced that six times in my life."
"And you chose a friend's wife... Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really