Black Camp!
When Chu Ge heard this answer, his heart ached.
There was also a possibility that these guys were actually from the White Camp and were deliberately deceiving him.
He immediately replied, "Lucky for me, I'm glad I didn't kill you."
Upon hearing this, the crucian carps suddenly became overjoyed, erupting into laughter and showering Chu Ge with compliments.
Dammit!
Were they really from the Black Camp?
Or was it that their acting skills had reached an incredibly convincing level?
Xiao Poor Thing was puzzled, weren't we from the White Camp?
She didn't interject, just quietly watched.
"I can change color, hide my shape and scent. Next, when you encounter other survivors, you can tell them your camp, and I'll lurk, waiting for the right moment to act. How about that?" Chu Ge spoke again.
The crucian carps had no objections.
A dark crucian carp asked cautiously, "Then can we share the bean soup?"
When Chu Ge heard this, he didn't get angry; instead, he was pleased.
