C147 Great Desolate Heaven's Hypocritical Immortal Master

Mo Lin exclaimed in astonishment, "What the—where did you score that pork hock from?"

Zhou Jin merely grinned, offering no reply. He clamped his teeth onto a glistening, fatty piece of pork skin and yanked hard. The succulent meat and juices instantly parted from the bone, filling the air with a tantalizing aroma.

Mo Lin's mouth watered, but he scoffed, "Pfft, I don't want any