C222 Food Is the Bridge to Communication

By the bonfire, the broken armor turned its head and looked at the screaming human male.

It's not Chinese... I don't understand.

A golden flame lit up on Du Kang's neck. After clearing his throat, Du Kang decided to show his friendliness first.

"Who is it?" Du Kang tried to make his voice softer. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Undead!"

The human male turned around and ran.

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