C227 The Transcendent Gray Wolf

"Brother, as the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree. Since Brother Rat Man is willing to join us, why did you stop him?" Monkey Orc smiled. His eyes turned slightly cold and the small dagger in his hand turned even faster at the tip of his finger.

"That's right." The orc threw a piece of fat into his mouth, and as he chewed, oil splattered everywhere. He said in a vague voice