In a forest on Longyou Road, the North Wind Wolf King and Qian Shanxiu, among others, were sitting around a campfire, munching on roasted hawks and falcons.
Among them, there were two particularly succulent looking thighs.
Once cooked, the North Wind Wolf King unapologetically tore off one of them.
Many from the Town Demon Office were quite miffed—such delicious thighs, and you tear away one just like that?
Then the North Wind Wolf King handed the greasy hawk thigh to Hu Xingxiang, who was sitting beside him.
Next, the North Wind Wolf King tore off the other thigh for himself to eat.
Several strong men from the Spiritual Platform Realm dared not to speak their anger.
Damn it, not even leaving us a single bite, huh?
Hu Xingxiang took a bite of the hawk's leg and frowned slightly, saying, "Mediocre."
The strong men from the Spiritual Platform Realm were at that point lost for words.
