Before leaving, Song Yan thought about it and took out two drops of blood and handed them to the little corpse puppet.

The little corpse puppet who took the blood looked at him expectantly: "descendants of ancestor gods, do you really not consider saving our people? If you save our people, you will get millions of super-deities, including more than a dozen deities and kings!

"No hurry! No hurry! "

Song Yan waved his hand, but his heart was awe-inspiring. To tell the truth, it was false not to be moved. However, even corpse puppets of the rank of God King could not escape cursing. The curse was at least...