"I didn't pick him up!"
Tang Hao shook his head.
The group of elders were all stunned. He wasn't picked up? How else could it have come about? It couldn't be that this kid had chopped it off himself, right?
With his strength, he was not even enough to withstand a single strike from the Golden ROC's claws.
"They were the ones who wanted to give it to me!" Tang Hao's face did not turn red, and his heart did not race.
The group of old men were speechless.
For a moment, they almost believed him because the kid's expression was too honest and reliable.
Then, they wanted to curse. Only a ghost would believe such nonsense!
Those giant beasts weren't idiots. They wouldn't take the initiative to cut off their arms and legs for you.
When the group of prehistoric behemoths heard this, they all gritted their teeth and went mad with anger.
