The posthuman who buys food

"Do it, give me a quick death!"

Zhu Yuangang slowly said as if he was facing death.

After he finished speaking, Zhu Yuangang closed his eyes and looked sad.

He wasn't afraid of death, but the camp he had built was going to be gone just like that. This was the Empire he had spent a long time on here, his life's work.

With his death, this camp would also completely cease to exist.

However, after waiting for a long time, Zhu Yuangang was stunned and opened his eyes in confusion.

"You're not going to kill me?"

He did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhang Xiaofei had put away her weapon and had no intention of attacking.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Xiaofei said calmly."You've led your men to attack us many times before and caused a lot of losses. It's too easy for you to kill you now!"

Zhu dagang's face turned ugly. He didn't expect that he would be squeezed dry of his value before he died.