"Master, what good is trash like this?"
Dumbo was absolutely agitated, and was shrieking as he tried to kill the kneeling Demi-Saint Insectoid. Knocking him over on the ground with a paw, it barked furiously, "How dare you hunt down my master? I'll kill you, believe it!"
"Calm down."
Jiang He waved his hand to stop Dumbo.
Being the ruler of the world in his body, Jiang He naturally sensed what set that Demi-Saint Insectoid apart. Frowning, he asked, "I have some questions for you."
As if a drowning man grasping at straws, the Demi-Saint Insectoid's eyes lit up and asked, "Would you spare my life if my answers are to your satisfaction?"
"Dream on!"
Dumbo sneered, gnashing its canines. "What my master mean is that he would give you a quick death if your answers are to his satisfaction!"
That Demi-Saint Insectoid looked as if he had been forced to eat dirt.
It was weird if one thought about it.
