"Mei'er won't say much, let's invite our second puppet to appear." The host's excited voice resounded in the desert, and another burst of cheers rang out.

The second puppet was escorted to the stage by two big men, this puppet is different from the first puppet, this puppet's face was cut beyond recognition by a knife, only a pair of eyes full of hatred remained, she stared coldly at everyone in the audience, and her appearance made the whole become a little cold.

Leng Qiuye looked at the puppet on the stage, although this face was unrecognizable, she could still see the familiar shadow, but what did these eyes become like this, why did she appear here.

"I want this puppet."

Just as Yu Linfeng also recognized the puppet on the stage, a cold voice sounded on the desert, and there was an irresistible aura in that voice, which was simply cold.

"Miss, if you really want this puppet, then it's not too late to give it to Miss when Mo Ling is finished."

Mo Ling looked at the woman in front of him who cooled down the desert instantly, there were very few women who watched the puppet making, but this woman not only watched the puppet making, but she could still stand here with such an unchanging face, it can be seen that this woman must be extraordinary.

"No, I'm going to want this unmade doll right now." Leng Qiuye smiled lightly at Shang Mo Ling's eyes, as if he was talking about today's weather.

The entire audience looked at Leng Qiuye intently, they felt that this woman dared to provoke Lord Mo Ling, it would not end well, who was Lord Mo Ling, he was the god in this desert, and they didn't mind seeing this woman being made into a doll.

Yu Linfeng knew what Leng Qiuye was going to do, although it was dangerous to let her face Mo Ling alone, he didn't think that Leng Qiuye would suffer.

"Miss, your request, Mo Ling can't accept it, let's wait until Mo Ling finishes making this puppet, let's talk about it." Mo Ling frowned, his face showed a slight displeasure, he did have something to admire about this woman, but it didn't mean that she could be so domineering, this desert was not a place where she could be the master.

"I don't care, you have to give me this puppet today."

In the eyes of the people in the audience, Leng Qiuye was simply looking for death, and he dared to make trouble unreasonably with Lord Mo Ling, and then they saw that Lord Mo Ling, who was originally unhappy, suddenly smiled, but it looked a little strange in that smile.

There is a legend in Shacheng that Lord Mo Ling never laughs, but today it seems that a miracle has occurred, but I don't know what this miracle will bring, whether it is disaster or good luck.

"Miss, if you really want this puppet, it's not completely impossible, as long as Miss can make this woman next to me a doll, then this puppet on the stage will be given to Miss."

The scantily clad woman next to Mo Ling never thought that one day she would be like those dolls, her whole body began to tremble, she likes to watch puppet making, but it doesn't mean that she likes to be made of dolls, she only silently prayed that the woman under the stage would never agree.

She silently said in her heart: No, no, you must agree.

However, the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come, a moment you were still looking at it with high interest, but in the blink of an eye you thought that you would become the protagonist, life is that there will be so many changes, you will never think about what will happen in the next moment.

"Okay, just make a puppet." Leng Qiuye said it very plainly, as if she was talking about going there to eat, and she couldn't even think about how cruel and bloody what she was about to do was.

The puppet on the stage was the Anya fish who was disfigured in Yunxiang Temple that day, she couldn't speak, she didn't recognize Leng Qiuye, she only knew that she wanted to live, because only by living could she take revenge.

No matter what, even if she really sheds her limbs to become a puppet, she will not give up, as long as she is alive, she will have a chance. She will never forget everything that happened in Yunxiang Temple, it was a nightmare, and it was An Yating and Bai Lijin who created this dream.

Kill her loved ones and ruin her life, if she can be lucky enough to escape this catastrophe, she will not be soft on those hearts in the future, since she can't become a Buddha, then she can only become a demon.

Because Leng Qiuye promised to make a puppet, Anya Fish was escorted to a corner of the stage.

Leng Qiuye gracefully walked onto the platform with severed limbs, which were still bubbling with warm blood.

The scantily clad girl was tied to a bloodied doll making table, and of course she was fed a pill that made people unable to make a sound before she went on stage.

Puppeteers don't like to hear the puppets screaming in pain, they just like to look at the desperate and helpless eyes of the dolls, and they enjoy the feeling.

Leng Qiuye looked at the puppet on the stage expressionlessly, she tried her best to ignore the puppet's frightened eyes, tried to maintain the balance of her body, and walked towards the puppet making table step by step.

She picked up the blood-stained knife that Mo Ling had just used next to the table and slashed at the puppet's leg, but the knife did not completely cut off the leg, but caught it in the leg bone. She pulled back the knife vigorously and slashed towards the puppet like crazy, the first knife didn't work, the second knife didn't work, the second knife didn't work, the third knife was finally cut off by her, but the interface of the stump became ugly.

Leng Qiuye seemed to have found a way, and continued to slash to other places, the knife was fierce and flesh and blood were flying, her crazy technique made the people in the audience can't help but palpitate, they think that the woman on the stage is the devil, no, more terrible than the devil.

Anya Yu looked at this scene as if she had returned to the Buddha hall ten days ago, she thought of the scene where An Hou and Mrs. An were dug up, and every time she thought about it, the hatred in her heart surged like a tide.

After about a quarter of an hour, Leng Qiuye finally cut the place that should be cut, pulled out the place that should be pulled, and stabbed the place where it should be thorned, and the puppet on the stage had already passed out unconsciously, and the cold sweat of the people in the audience had already flowed all over the ground.

Leng Qiuye's veil and clothes were stained with blood, but she could still look at her work gracefully and calmly and smile.

Mo Ling couldn't believe his eyes, this method was too cruel, he only got the puppet's blood spurting out and the knife falling up, this stage not only had stumps, but also a lot of broken flesh and bones, a blur of flesh and blood.

"Now that I have taken this puppet away, I hope that I will have the opportunity to meet Lord Moling next time."

After Leng Qiuye dropped a cold word, she left with the puppet that belonged to her, and everyone in the audience breathed a long sigh of relief.

The scene just now can be described as brutal and bloody, thrilling, they had never seen the scene of blood gushing out like a spring, and now they not only saw it, but also saw the scene of countless flesh and blood flying around.

Oh my God, this is a disaster, a disaster that everyone can relate to, that shocks everyone.

Although the dolls made in this way were flawed, they enjoyed the blood-drenched process, and they felt that it was an unprecedented doll making, and they remembered the blood-stained woman in a plain dress, who was destined to become another legend of Sand City.

Those present tonight will forever remember the woman who was dressed in white, covered with a white veil, and had cold eyes.