Before the man could run outside the house, the Amings tribe ran back again, but he still couldn't bear to leave the angel's leg flesh.

After all, it is the angel's leg flesh, the most delicious and holy food in the eyes of the Nether Clan. Not to mention people with strength like him, even many strong people can only fantasize about it with emotion throughout their lives.

"What kind of meat is this?"

The A Ming clan had just bent down and picked up his leg flesh, but he heard someone asking in his ear: "It seems that he is also a humanoid creature. Is it your fellow tribe?"

"No, it's angel leg flesh."

The other party used the standard language of the Nether clan. The Amingsi answered subconsciously. When he looked up, he saw a human body standing in front of him, which was not known whether it was the body of the deity, a human being or a powerful man from a Nether clan. He saw that the other party's calm face contained indescribable disgust and looked at him. The Amingsi immediately felt cold.

This Ah Mingsi has no other ability, but his memory is amazing. At present, more than 270,000 people have gathered in the Skeleton Continent. I dare not say that he can recognize everyone. At least he has heard of those powerful people of some strength. He can definitely see this person in front of him who can still touch the door of the house after somehow surrounded by dozens of Holy Realm-level powerful men.

"Who are you?"

The angel leg flesh in the hands of the Amings tribe fell down again.

"I'll look for the king."
Chapter completed!