Chapter 2088: Surrender, you can't hold it

Watching the many experts of the Stone race busy there, more active than their own subordinate races, the many subordinate races were directly stunned.

Why are you stealing our work? If you finish it all, what are we supposed to do?

Moreover, outside, the many experts of the Stone race, looking at the clansmen who were like lackeys on the light mirror, all fell into silence.

Even some young Stone race members asked with a confused face.

"So... are we now the Human race's subordinate race?"

"Impossible, right."

"Then why..."

This is simply more subordinate than a subordinate race; just look at those subordinate races of the Human race—they aren't as diligent as our Stone race. Isn't this a subordinate race?

"Even if it is, the Human race is powerful now; it's not shameful to be a subordinate race to the Human race."

Hmm???

Hearing this, the many Stone race members looked over one after another. Good guy, you changed very quickly; it's so smooth—is there no pressure at all?

But the Stone race is one thing; in the Human ancestral land, what's the situation with these subordinate races of the Demon race?

Isn't your superior race still tied up? As subordinate races of the Demon race, shouldn't you be sharing the same hatred as your superior race and resisting to the end?

Does the Demon race know you are so sycophantic?

Looking at these subordinate races of the Demon race, seeing the Human race, their faces were all blooming with smiles, bending their waists, accompanying with smiles—a complete look of lackeys.

"My lord, are you tired? Come, come, come, I'll help you take it."

Seeing a Human Saint holding a teacup, they hurriedly went up to take it, with an expression of "you've worked hard."

This made the Human Saint confused. What "worked hard"? What am I working hard for holding a teacup?

After finishing breakfast, drinking a sip of tea—what am I working hard for?

Looking at this subordinate race of the Demon race with complicated eyes, this Human Saint didn't know what to say.

"You..."

"My lord, if you have anything, just order it."

"No... nothing..."

"Then my lord, go slowly, watch out for the steps."

"There's water, don't dirty my lord's shoes."

Hmm???

Watching the subordinate race of the Demon race holding the teacup and following behind this Human Saint, the various races on the side were all stunned.

Damn, are there such lackeys in this world?

It's simply eye-opening.

For a time, the original subordinate races of the Human race felt great pressure.

Damn, they are all so capable; what should we do if this continues? Doesn't it make us look very useless?

If the superior race doesn't like us by then, what are we supposed to do?

The many subordinate races of the Human race felt great pressure for a time. Can you guys roll further away? We are the Human race's subordinate races.

Things in the ancestral land didn't need the Human race to worry about at all, and it seemed like there was someone serving them for everything.

Holding a teacup, drinking water, giving a massage—anyway, as long as there was a look, someone would understand. ===== CHAPTER 2089 =====