บท 815: Chapter 295: Taking the Blame for Someone Else, Killing Someone with a Borrowed Knife (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"Mr. Hate" determined his position in Ji Changsheng's heart through a few words:

Indeed, more effective than Xiao Mu.

Looking at Ji Changsheng with new respect, Jian Gongyou felt a twinge of pain inside, "Have you only realized my abilities now, after all this time?"

If it hadn't been for you, I would have upset the Supreme Unity chessboard a few days ago.

Ji Changsheng, with a grand gesture, warmly said, "Mr. Hate, don't mind these details. It doesn't matter that you didn't get to flex your muscles in the original world; I'm giving you this world."

Jian Gongyou: "...You're truly a beast."

As much as it hurt, he still had work to do.

He was now essentially Ji Changsheng's "mount," and whatever ways the Western Religion enslaved their mounts, Ji Changsheng could manipulate him just the same.

His life and death lay within a single thought of Ji Changsheng's.

So all he could do was let others feel the same pain he did.