The heavenly human tribe

"Who are you? Why did you save me?"

Lu Ming asked, staring at the young man in animal hide, not daring to let his guard down.

The other party's strength was too terrifying. If he wanted to deal with him, he would only be able to die.

"Who am I?"

The young man in animal hide was confused, and his eyes flashed with various complicated emotions.

"Who am I? Who am I? I don't even know who I am."

The young man in animal hide murmured, and the confusion on his face became even stronger.

Lu Ming was dumbfounded.

The young man in animal hide didn't even know who he was. Did he lose his memory?

After a moment, the young man in animal hide calmed down. He looked at Lu Ming and said, I don't know who I am, but I saved you because I could feel that you are of the same race as me, and those heavenly human tribe cultivators are my enemies!

After a few sentences, the young man in animal hide spoke more and more smoothly. In the end, he almost stopped stuttering.