Not all people are so cold and ruthless, the black dragon only knew after meeting the woman.

At the bottom of the dark basement, there were formations arranged everywhere, and in the middle of the room there was a half-human-high stone platform, on which sat a person cross-legged, to be exact, it was a puppet.

"How's it going, the kids are ready?" the puppet opened its eyes, not seeing the opening, but making a sound.

"There are still a few left, early tomorrow morning

Chapter 111 of "Dressed as a Pet in the Hands of the Demon King" The puppet is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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