Qin Yi suddenly became childlike and laughed, "Why rush? Don't you think these fools are quite amusing?"
Truth be told, Qin Yi sometimes had a bit of a dark humor. Pretending to be captured by the enemy was something only he could pull off.
The Blood Flood Dragon spoke earnestly, "Master, I need to seriously remind you, this Poison Dragon Flood Dragon's innate poison body has an overwhelmingly foul stench, and its tendons are the same. They carry a very unpleasant smell, and once it sticks, the odor is hard to dissipate."
Qin Yi was taken aback, quickly lowered his head to sniff, and almost gagged. Indeed, there was a faint but extremely putrid smell on him.
"Damn, you filthy things, this net is way too stinky! You actually used something this foul to disgust me." Qin Yi was quite angry.
The old man turned back to look at Qin Yi, sneering, "You're about to lose your life, yet you still complain about the smell. You are truly a rare one."
"Didn't you say you won't kill us?"
