Chapter 1291 Barbarian Clan Prophecy_1

In the depths of the forest, several members of the barbarian tribe were cutting raw meat to chew, and they even shared the blood of the beasts, drinking it among themselves. They always seemed very happy, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. However, their mouths were smeared with fresh blood, making them resemble uncivilized savages.

Sangta snorted coldly when he saw the black panther returning from the distance, and continued to eat his raw meat.

The thin man beside him also snorted, "The black panther went to see that woman. Aren't you worried, Prince, that you might raise an ingrate?"

Sangta's knife flew out and stabbed into the rabbit head in the thin man's hand, startling him.

"That woman will sooner or later be the beast-wife of this prince. What ingrate?" Sangta said displeased.

The thin man shrank his neck, "Right, right, it was my needless worry."