The hanging puppet suddenly opened its eyes and looked directly at Muro. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

"If you ask me, it's really difficult to make heretics into adult dolls." Murong Yin sat lazily on a chair in the hall and said, "After they get wet, they will feel the severe pain caused by the cutting.

But without being exposed to water and having no way to cool down, it’s a difficult problem to solve.”

Mu Luo stood beside He Chaosheng silently, looking at the dolls quietly.

Murong Yin came to Muro's side, gently took off his prosthetic leg, then pointed at one of the puppets on the ceiling, and said: "Look, that one has passed out from the pain for the third time. It's really frustrating.

I have such a headache."

"Why do we need to transform..." Mulo asked with a calm expression: "What's wrong with heretics? What's so good about dolls?"

Murong Yin rubbed his temples and said, "Muluo, you don't know how stubborn the heretics are. I really want to save them, do you know that?"

Mu Luo really didn't believe his nonsense, so she immediately retorted: "You are telling me that you are saving people by making them look like this?"

"General, are you bringing people here to see the world, or are you here to annoy me?" Murong Yin patted the table twice and said, "Muluo, are you from this era? Do you know that outside Suzaku City, there are many places in the world?

During the war, the heretics relied on their excellent mimicry effects to make particle bombs into prosthetic limbs to move around..."

Mulo was speechless for a moment, and finally he could only say dryly: "War... is inevitable."

"Yes, the heretics are not afraid of bombs. After all, they have strong mechanical support, but the nobles are not, especially those... ordinary humans. The power of a small bomb can kill them. The order issued by Tianshu

Yes... shoot without mercy." Murong Yin picked up a cup of tea, put it down with a wry smile, and said:

"And I begged in every possible way and used what I had learned throughout my life as a guarantee to convince the emperor that I could change these heretics and make them obedient. Later, I became a Rakshasa who was passed down by the heretics. You said...

How many people in this world can listen to my detailed explanation?"

He Chaosheng's expression became more and more indifferent, and finally his whole face darkened. He frowned and looked at Murong Yin and said: "Mr. Murong, you talked a lot today. Would you say this to other heretics? Or... you

I didn’t regard Muro as a heretic at all!”

He originally thought that Murong Yin would scare Muro in a very gentle way, but he didn't expect that he would actually have such thoughts!

"General, why should you be angry? You know... a non-aggressive heretic is just an ordinary person to me." Murong Yin said with a smile: "And I think... your plaything this time is really...

Very tasteful!”

Yes, I do have a taste for changing the skin of the system box. It just hit Murong Yin's point inexplicably.

Murong Yin quickly made some adjustments to Muro's arm, then put it back on her, and said with some helplessness and pity: "The place I just repaired yesterday is broken again today. When will it be repaired like this?"

It’s just a piece of cake, why don’t you keep it here with me and I’ll send it back to you after it’s repaired.”

A wolf's den or a tiger's den are all places where people's lives are taken, but Mulo felt that it didn't matter where he stayed.

She tilted her head and looked at Murong Yin.

Murong Yin gave her a gentle smile.

At least this person who can laugh is better than that scumbag He Chaosheng.

"You want this?" He Chaosheng pointed at Mu Luo and said with a smile: "Don't be kidding, she is far worse than those before, she is still a heretic, no matter how hungry you are, you have to stop eating in moderation!"

"General, since you think this person is so insignificant, there is no need to argue with me for her." Murong Yin said calmly: "It's just a substitute. Keeping her by your side is not even a concubine, so why not give it to me."

Mu Luo lowered her eyes. She recalled the humiliation she had just suffered in front of the Listening Wind Pavilion. If the pain lasted forever, it would be better to become a doll.

"General, you already have Miss Linglong, I think...everything is enough." Mulo turned his head, looked at him deeply, and said: "It's just a substitute, it's enough to have a perfect one, why bother to be persistent

As for the quantity, are you right?"

"Oh, what do you want to say, this heretic?" He Chaosheng said with an indifferent expression: "Don't dream, I can't let you appear next to others with this face."

Mu Luo gently stroked his hair and said: "You have never respected me. Murong Qingma can call my name, but you can't. I would rather be a doll."

The hand that Mu Luo was stroking his hair suddenly opened up a sharp blade. Just when He Chaosheng thought she was going to attack, Mu Luo raised the knife and cut his face directly.

Blood rolled down the skin, and He Chaosheng and Murong Yin were stunned on the spot.

It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt at all. This heretical setting is outrageous.

"The face... is gone. Heretics should stay where heretics should go. He Chaosheng, when he has gone, it doesn't matter how you miss him. I will not compare with a dead person, but Linglong... I know

If you can't compare to her, I can only wish you to treat her sincerely, and just pretend that you have never met me, okay?"

Mu Luo didn't know why he had to say this long paragraph, but he always felt that...if he didn't say it, he would always feel bored and unhappy.

Just like after a peaceful breakup, you must say "Happy breakup" hypocritically.

Murong Yin shook his head helplessly, and then Mu Luo gently pulled him behind him and said: "General, you have been crazy for a long time. I know that no one can persuade you. As Mu Luo said, the most important thing about you is

The things are no longer there, it’s time for you to go back.”

"Oh, what a joke!" He Chaosheng threw out a long knife from his arrow sleeve, with a dark blade and a bright silver blade: "She ruined Qianqian's face... I want to kill her, I want to make her

She pays the price! No one can stop me! Murong Yin, get out of here!"

"Tsk, madman!" Murong Yin pulled Muro back all the way, and in an instant he pulled out a soft sword from his waist and started to fight.

Mulo looked at this scene and felt it was ridiculous.

Wearing books? The author who can write such a book must not be a good bird.

And just when Mulo was about to find a reason to separate the two of them, her sleeve was suddenly tugged.

She looked back and saw a little girl as tall as herself appearing behind her. The little girl didn't speak, but made some gestures with her hands that Mulo couldn't understand.

[System: Ahem! In the original work... the heroine can understand sign language, but it is too troublesome to transmit the sign language course, so... I, the system deity, will act as your translator!]

"You are just lazy." Mulo revealed the secret, and the system was ashamed!

[System: The little girl said, let you go with her. She will take you to a safe place first. It will be difficult to win or lose when these two fight.]

The little girl smiled gently, and flowers suddenly bloomed in Mulo's heart.
Chapter completed!