“Even the young masters of the big tribes were unwilling to use this kinds of desolate bones. Only because this set of Frost Python desolate bones was the cheapest I could get. Just like how a rich family will give the remaining bones to feed the dogs, to the big tribes, I’m like a wild dog waiting to eat their scraps!”
Lian Chengyu self-deprecating last words were said with his lips twitching and fists clenched tightly, with his nails piercing into his flesh.
He hated!
The young masters and mistresses of the large tribes could pick among the desolate bones, not using those with side effects or low efficacy!
But for him, he had to go through all the trouble and sacrificing his wealth just to obtain a rejected piece of Frost Python desolate bones!