Whoosh!
Soon, Xia Ping's figure flickered and left the valley. He came to the mountain wall a few miles away and looked at the Crow of Misfortune that was nailed to it.
At this time, the blood on the Crow of Misfortune dripped down, dyeing it red. It was no longer as arrogant as before. Even if it wanted to curse, it couldn't.
"It's not dead yet?"
Xia Ping raised his eyebrows. Originally, he aimed this arrow at the Crow of Misfortune's heart, wanting to kill this monster with one arrow, but he didn't expect it to miss.
In fact, it didn't miss, but because the Crow of Misfortune twisted its body at the critical moment, causing the arrow to hit other parts of its body.
Although this was a fatal injury for humans, it was not fatal for monsters even if it was very serious.
If they were given a certain amount of time, they would definitely recover to their original state.
"Damn human, how dare you treat the great Crow of Misfortune like this. Do you know how much misfortune this behavior will bring to you? Do you know..."
Seeing Xia Ping coming in front of it, the Crow of Misfortune seemed to have recovered some of its strength. It was unruly, and its eyes revealed a fierce look. It immediately cursed, as if it wanted to scare Xia Ping.
"Die!"
Xia Ping couldn't be bothered to listen to the Crow of Misfortune's nonsense. He punched, wanting to blow up the crow's head.
"Wait, human, wait for me." Originally, the Crow of Misfortune was still acting tough, trying to scare Xia Ping with its identity as a descendant of the Monster King, but it didn't expect that this guy didn't care about its words at all.
He didn't even intend to listen to its words and punched, wanting to blow up its head.
Suddenly, the Crow of Misfortune was so scared that it peed its pants. It no longer dared to pretend and hurriedly shouted.
"Wait my ass!" Xia Ping punched, but the Crow of Misfortune was, after all, the Crow of Misfortune. It actually turned its head at the critical moment.
Dong!
When the punch landed on the mountain wall, it instantly blasted open a large hole with a diameter of tens of meters. The entire mountain seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and cracks spread to who knew how far.
In the distance, a boulder of tens of tons was shaken to pieces. One could imagine the power of this punch. If it hit, it would definitely kill the Crow of Misfortune.
"Why are you hiding?" Xia Ping looked at the Crow of Misfortune curiously.
Why did he hide?! Damn it, if I didn't dodge, that punch would have killed me. How could I not dodge? This was clearly bullshit. The Crow of Misfortune couldn't help but curse inwardly, wanting to spit on this human's face.
However, it still endured it. Who asked it to be inferior and become a prisoner?
"You can't kill me." The Crow of Misfortune said, "I am the prince of the Crow of Misfortune race. If you kill me, you will definitely incur the wrath of the Fiend race. At that time, it will cause a war between the human race and the Fiend race. You will be the main culprit, and even kings will not be able to protect you."
"Oh."
Xia Ping grunted and clenched his fists, wanting to give him another punch.
F * ck, this bastard doesn't fall for it.
The Crow of Misfortune's face turned green. How could it not see that this kid wasn't threatened by it at all? It seemed like he didn't care about the war either. Perhaps for this guy, a war was exactly what he wanted.
Thinking of this, it immediately said, "If you don't kill me, I can give you some benefits." Since the hard way didn't work, it would use the soft way. It also knew how to advance and retreat.
"Benefits? What benefits can you give me? "
Xia Ping immediately stopped. To be honest, even if he killed the Crow of Misfortune now, he would only be getting rid of a demon. It wouldn't bring him any benefits.
He wanted to hear what this demon had to say.
"I am the prince of the Crow of Misfortune race. If you let me go, after this Fiend Battlefield ends, I can ask my father to give you a large number of treasures. You can have anything you want." Regardless of whether it could be done or not, the Crow of Misfortune immediately made an empty promise, hoping that Xia Ping would spare its life.
"A crow is also a prince?" Xia Ping was very doubtful.
The Crow of Misfortune's nose was crooked from anger. "So what if I'm a crow? Can't a crow be a prince? You're judging people by their appearance. When the Crow of Misfortune race dominated the world, it had nothing to do with you humans."
It revealed an arrogant look. Clearly, it still remembered the prestige of its ancestors.
"None of my business."
Xia Ping said lazily, "I only care about whether you can give me benefits. Since your race is so awesome, you naturally have a lot of treasures, right? What treasured artifacts? Just give me four or five of them and send me away like I'm a beggar."
"If you don't have any treasured artifacts, give me five or six thousand-year-old spirit herbs or ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs. That's not too bad."
Give your sister!
The Crow of Misfortune spat at this shameless fellow. Just give me four or five treasured artifacts? Why don't you ascend to the heavens? Do you think treasured artifacts can be given out so casually? You still say it's like sending away beggars? Damn it. You make it sound nice, but you're clearly sending away bandits. Not even a blade of grass will grow.
Furthermore, as the Crow of Misfortune, it had never seen thousand-year-old spirit herbs or ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs before. They were all kept by the Demon Monarch and never showed themselves easily.
This kid's appetite was boundless. He wanted to make do with five or six of them. He had never seen anything like this before. Was he not afraid that his appetite would be too big and he would die?
The Crow of Misfortune's face darkened. "No, I don't have any treasures. I only have my life."
"Forget it. It seems you Crows of Misfortune are just a bunch of poor bastards. You can't take out any money. You're probably one of those declining races. If that's the case, what's the use of you? I'll just kill you and roast you."
Xia Ping looked at the Crow of Misfortune ferociously. He felt that this crow was only worth roasting.
"Wait, I, the Crow of Misfortune, am not poor."
Feeling Xia Ping's killing intent, the Crow of Misfortune was so scared that it peed its pants. It quickly said, "Although we can't take out treasured artifacts or thousand-year-old spirit herbs, we can still take out some ordinary spirit herbs, spirit liquids, and demon cores."
It showed that it was still of some value.
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. He had to admit that this crow was still of some use. If he used it to blackmail the Crows of Misfortune, he would be able to extort a lot of money.
However, if the blackmail was too much, the Crows of Misfortune would probably not agree. It was estimated that they would rather fight to the death. He had to maintain a balance. He couldn't let himself suffer a loss, nor could he let the Crows of Misfortune fly into a rage.
"It seems that these poor monsters are unwilling to take out treasured artifacts or thousand-year-old spirit herbs even if I beat them to death. I can only extort some money." Xia Ping expressed that he was still very short of money.
In order to buy a super battleship, he was short of money.
"Okay, it's not impossible to spare your life, but you have to give me 500 billion federal coins." Xia Ping opened his mouth wide.
What?!
Hearing this, the Crow of Misfortune's face turned green. The Human Race and the Monster Race had been living together for such a long time. In fact, their currencies were almost the same, and they would communicate from time to time.
500 billion federal coins was the same as drawing blood from the Crow of Misfortune. He would have to pay more than half of his wealth.
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