This thing really knows how to change colors. 0

Wang Xuan detested the bird in his grasp, and he almost ripped its head off right then.0

"Stop, don't kill me!" The mechanical bird's metal feathers stood on end. Its whole body trembled as it pleaded, "Transcendent offspring—no, majestic young celestial being! Please spare me! I have great value to offer!" 0

The panicked bird was crying out, afraid of being torn apart. It was certain that every single individual at the scene could destroy it. 0

Wang Xuan looked down at it. This bird couldn't even be steamed or roasted, it was just a useless lump of metal. What's more, it had been nagging at him incessantly. He wouldn't be able to ease his anger if he didn't deal with the damn thing. 0

Wang Xuan, gripping the bird by the neck, slapped it hard.1

The mechanical bird screamed in agony, wailing and flapping its steel wings. However, Wang Xuan was now further annoyed because of its exaggerated expression. One should act convincingly even when selling their misery. It wailed loudly, but the iron bird was putting on an act no matter how he looked at it. 0

What kind of pain could a mechanical bird feel?0

"I am truly in pain. My simulated body is more sophisticated than normal flesh and blood. Its various intricate components give me an incredibly realistic sense of pain. I am so miserable!"0

It managed to squeeze out two drops of living-metal tears. This time, its expression was less contrived and more genuine.0

"What use are you, if you can't even be eaten?"...0