C1956 Poor Old An!

After Anyan left, Xun Zhonghou's gaze fell on the Night Hand Tribe.

The Night Hand Tribe became restless. They felt that Xun Zhonghou's gaze was filled with malicious intent.

Xun Zhonghou suddenly laughed and said, "In the future, you will have to follow me. In order to make communication more convenient, I will give you a name."

Bai Mo reminded him, "Xun Zhonghou, he has a name