“Hahaha!” Hong Zhong’s laughter echoed within Li Huowang’s head incessantly. “Strayed One! Li Huowang, hahaha!”0

Meanwhile, Li Huowang held the cup in his hand and just sat there, dumbfounded. He looked at the half-corpse in Tuoba Danqing’s hands, at half the head of the half-dead person and the internal organs hanging from the head. After a long pause, his eyes gradually widened, and shock appeared on his face, “So… this is a… Strayed One..”0

At that moment, his clenched fist under the table tightened, but his face showed no emotions.0

The drunken Tuoba Danqing was quite satisfied with Li Huowang’s surprise, and replied with pride, “How’s it? You haven’t seen it before right? Truthfully speaking, it’s also my first time seeing...0