After looking down for a while, 'Nanfeng' poked the dazzled Graz'zt with his finger: "Hey~ Lord Wu An, my wife said she wanted to come over, does it matter?

It seems that Demogorgon didn’t seal the space here, right?”

Graz'zt didn't know what to say for a moment, he just looked down at the finger that had just poked him.

The body of the Demon Prince is always releasing evil light that pollutes the soul.

Although Graz'zt has suppressed this evil light to a minimum...but this does not mean that he can be easily touched.

Graz'zt couldn't understand at all how this undead met him so easily.

Even during the time he was imprisoned by Igvirvo, not everyone could touch Graz'zt!

Then he saw the pair of knight gloves worn by 'Nanfeng': "Where did you get these gloves?

It doesn’t seem to be the Tire style.”

‘Nanfeng’ was a little puzzled, but as an old player, he was very accustomed to this kind of smart NPC talking about him, so he answered readily: “This is my trophy!

Got it from, oh, yes, that disgusting priest from Demogorgon.

I asked an alchemist to look at it. It's not the skin of a humanoid creature, nor is it a dragon skin. It doesn't have any special properties. It just has strong defense and is thin enough to cause little resistance, and it doesn't affect my ability to switch weapons.

It’s very useful, what’s wrong?”

‘Nanfeng’ asked belatedly: “What? Is it devil skin?

Probably not?

Doesn’t the devil’s skin also have properties?”

He clapped his hands: "I wore it at Hill's place. If it's evil leather, he will definitely be able to tell!"

Graz'zt was a little confused: "How does it feel to believe in a son of a god without asking you about this kind of thing, the main god of the undead?"
Chapter completed!