By then, the people on the island will surely worship him.
"His name is Jiao Ji."
Han Feng gave a brief introduction.
Jiao Ji opened his mouth, swallowed his saliva and said, "Is this the end?"
Just a name?
How do others know that he is the God of Space?
How can you still pretend?
"How else do I introduce myself? Isn't your name Jiao Ji?"
Han Feng asked back.
"That's it."
Jiao Ji was depressed to death.
"Hello, Lao Jiao! My name is Steel Bone Monkey, nice to meet you!"
The steel-bone monkey walked up to him and stretched out a large bony hand, looking like he wanted to shake hands with Jiao Ji.
Jiao Ji's face suddenly turned dark.
Are you fucking blind?
Didn’t you see that the arms are gone?
Hold your sister's hand!
Han Feng reminded: "Lao Jiao is a disabled person, so some red tape should be omitted."
"I'm sorry, I was careless."
Steel Bone Monkey gave an apologetic smile, then picked up one of Jiao Ji's sleeves, shook hands symbolically, and then turned and left.
Jiao Ji's face turned even darker.
Damn it!
How could there be such a mean monkey?
That is to say, it is for Han Feng's sake.
Otherwise, this dead monkey would have been beaten to death long ago.
"Lao Jiao, don't bother with the little monkey. He doesn't know what's going on."
Han Feng comforted him.
Jiao Ji's expression softened, and he lowered his voice and said, "Why didn't you just announce my name as the God of Space? Wouldn't it be a relief for you to let them know that you have such an awesome friend?"
Han Feng smiled slyly: "Do you want to know the reason?"
"Um."
Jiao Ji nodded.
Han Feng curled his lips and said, "The reason is very simple. Your identity is a little bit embarrassing."
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