"Human, don't listen to that bitch. If you cut out her heart, it'd be black too—she's vicious to the bone!" a Drought Demon Clan soldier hurriedly cried, hoping Xia Ping would see through the truth and not heed the pillow talk of this treacherous consort.
This was practically the harem meddling in politics—the consequences were seriously dire.
"That's right, keep us alive. We're useful."
A Blackwood Race soldier wailed.
"Exactly, exactly. We Mechanical Clan don't have any so-called mysterious connection. That's just a rumor passed from mouth to mouth." The mechanical soldier claimed to be very honest; it simply had no way of forming any connection with other mechanical soldiers.
They all hoped Xia Ping would think twice.
"Don't worry." Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and said blandly, "I won't kill you. Good people like me are hard to find in this world."
He put on the expression of a thoroughly good man.
"Human, thank you. Thank you so much."
"I knew humans were good creatures, unlike these monsters—every last one of them is sinister, cunning, and steeped in evil."
"They're no different from their ancestors, rotten to the core, every one of them."
The creatures of the three great races all spoke with gratitude, fiercely denouncing the many monsters through gritted teeth. Clearly, they hated them intensely and bore a blood-deep grudge against them.
Yet in their hearts, they also hated Xia Ping bitterly. Once their companions arrived, they would definitely seize this human and tear him apart with five horses pulling his limbs, only then venting the hatred of being captured and humiliated.
On the surface, however, they remained meek and submissive, as though Xia Ping had completely cowed them.
Hearing this, Doom Crow and the other monsters were furious enough to die. They