"Brother Yu, what should I do?" Li Yuhan's voice was a little cold, as if his teeth were chattering, "My puppet is gone!"
"If it's gone, it's gone..."
Li Yu said casually, but then he seemed to have guessed something, and suddenly looked at the plump Li Yuhan with some doubt.
Li Yuhan nodded and said with a tearful voice: "Brother Yu, you know, what I cultivate is Wannian Divine Skill, which is actually the power of the soul. The mechanism puppet was controlled by me with a trace of divine thought. The trace of divine thought was not recovered, but disappeared, as if swallowed up."
"Swallow?"
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