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Main text Chapter 36 Jinjiang exclusive release

"You are. . . . ."

Ji Ting's voice trembled, he tried his best to control the frequency of the vibration between his wrists.

Song Feiyu's originally delicate face was covered with an indiscernible cunning.

Slowly turned around.

From his eyes that changed from black to dark green, Ji Ting saw the characteristics of the constellation people.

The deeper the pupils, the deeper the heterochromia. . . . . . . belonging to the highest sacrifice. . . . . .

A sacrifice that can directly serve the god.

Song Feiyu's voice was as cold as an ice cellar: "If you still can't recognize, I can only consider transferring you from the Emperor Star."

"Bang!"

The knife fell immediately, smashing the transparent glass floor and leaving a twisted crack.

The sturdy and thick beta man immediately bowed his head, his hand brushing over his right shoulder, respectfully saying, "Divine offering."

Two words flickered past in the darkness.

Song Feiyu squinted lightly.

He hadn't heard this title for a long time, since he left the side of the previous god. Since he changed his appearance, since he took on the name Song Feiyu, no one had called him by these two words.

Song Feiyu shook the high-footed glass of red wine in his hand, the wine swirling out in layers of stickiness.

"You must have found me because you're afraid I'll harm the omega of your new god. . ."

The man stood up from the bar with the red wine, turned around and glanced at Jiting, who was still bowing his head.

The previous god disappeared, and as a divine offering, one could choose whether to serve the next god or. . . be sacrificed.

Therefore, to some extent, Song Feiyu is free, his loyalty is only to the previous god. Jiting's voice was hoarse and intermittent: "Yes, afraid, hurt." Song Feiyu suddenly raised Jiting's chin with a hand, not very politely, as if slapping him hard. "Don't forget the current god. . ." Just by reaching out, he pulled Jiting, who was full of muscles, closer. The dark green heterochromatic eyes became more and more sinister, making it difficult for people to associate him with the pure image of Song Feiyu in major newspapers. "He is of a different race." Just a mere person of a different race. This statement did shake Jiting, although he never understood why the god would be of a different race, but he only obeyed the leadership class of the community, these were not his concerns.

Ji Ting nodded: "She is the goddess."

Even though she is of a different race, she is still the goddess, everything they should look up to.

Song Feiyu shook his hand, easily pushing the person back and smashing them to the ground, the thick flesh of his palm against the floor, the sweet and fishy blood oozing out bit by bit.

Song Feiyu lifted his foot, his clean leather shoe landing on Ji Ting.

"Don't think that she gave you a warship as protection, that warship was only a foolish remedy made after you secretly modified it!"

Song Feiyu mercilessly grabbed Ji Ting's dirty and smelly hair, locking eyes with him: "Within three days, make all the clan members leave the warship, leave the protection of He Suo Wen Jue, otherwise. . ."

A sinister smile curled on his lips: "I will issue a kill order and execute all of you."

Ji Ting lay on the ground, breathing heavily, oppressed by Song Feiyu to the point where he couldn't even catch his breath, he could only close his eyes and nod.