บท 943: The Angry Silver Scale Race, The Determination of the Giant Spirit King (2)

Zhou Shu suddenly appeared beside Ji Lutian and said calmly, "Ji Lutian, how do you want him to thank you? Why don't you become the king of the giant spirit race?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ji Lutian rolled his eyes. "Isn't being their king a death wish?"

"Then, do you think the giant spirit race has anything that catches your eye?" Zhou Shu said angrily.

"I was just joking. Why are you taking it so seriously?" Ji Lutian said.

Seeing Zhou Shu, Cang Huan shouted excitedly, "Brother Zhou, fortunately, I didn't disappoint you. The black feather race has been completely eliminated."

"It's expected. If you can't even deal with a small black feather race, then you, the Giant Spirit King, can find a piece of tofu and kill yourself," Zhou Shu said indifferently.

"Tofu?" Cang Huan didn't know what tofu was.