Mu Daxian's mouth twitched fiercely, and he pursed his lips without replying.
Seeing this, Mao Feiyang knew he had guessed correctly; Mu Daxian indeed had a habit of blowing up streetlamps...
Mao Feiyang sensed the atmosphere was off, so to prevent Mu Daxian from picking up parts of Pseudo-Human Art Students and using them on him, he quickly changed the subject, "Brother Xian... do you think they play tricks? Can we really trust the Pseudo-Human Art Students?"
Unexpectedly, Mu Daxian spoke, "Actually... they can be trusted to some extent."
"The only difference between us and them is 'faith'."
"They firmly believe that becoming their kind of life form is an evolution and hope to make all of us 'evolve'... But we are still more 'human'."
"Simply put, their stance is not 'human,' but yet not anti-human. They are like a group of self-appointed pioneers who think they have completed evolution,"
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, "But they seem to want to kill you?"
