"It's you?"
When Feng Xia saw the figure clearly, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch. "You are… a demon king?"
It was the white tiger they had encountered at the city gate of the Demon Capital during the day!
Feng Xia frowned instinctively. At that time, he had already sized up this tiger and felt that although it had quite powerful strength, it would be too exaggerated to say that it was a demon king.
Could it be that he had misjudged?
Looking at the Golden Roc demon king, the Sky Snake demon king, and then at the Green-eyed Thunder Ox demon king…
The three demon kings he had met, even the foul-mouthed Green-eyed Thunder Ox, had the bearing of a king. However, this white tiger in front of him did not. If he had to describe it, it gave him the feeling of his brotherly neighbor coming to look for him to eat melon seeds together…
"Demon king? Of course I'm not a demon king!"