It may be that the obsession before death is too strong, resulting in the spiritual consciousness has not been driven by external forces, Rao is the current lord of Huangquan, and there is no way but to let him be furious and irritable.

Qi Xi pondered for a moment and hesitated to speak: "Do you want it, or forget it?" ”

This sentence, he didn't know how to persuade Luo Yang once.

If you really can't control it, or forget it, maybe Zimo himself doesn't want to become like this.

He must have hoped that what remained by Luo Yang's side was an obedient person who could help her, not a puppet who caused her trouble and damaged her reputation.

Luo Yang didn't speak, destroying a puppet is much easier than cultivating a puppet.

But if it's ruined like this, won't all these years of hard work be in vain?

If you want to destroy it now, it is better not to leave his spiritual sense in the first place, so that Zimo can also enter the realm of reincarnation earlier.

Qi Xi's persuasion is not unreasonable, but she herself is reluctant, reluctant to let Zimo leave her, reluctant to let him enter reincarnation.

Maybe I'm selfish, Zimo has gone, why bother with being so persistent about the deceased?

Luo Yang smiled bitterly and replied: "Your suggestion, I will consider it carefully, it's late at night, you can rest." ”

Qi Xi sent her to the door, saw her lonely figure, and slowly closed the door.

Murong Xi stood somewhere in the void, looking at the two people who were talking at night.

No wonder Zimo became an evil spirit, because Luo Yang left his spiritual sense at the beginning.

But the mind can't control it, so why not give up? What happened to Zimo later?

Luo Yang said that he would consider it, but what happened later? Did she really ruin the puppet?

Murong Xi followed Luo Yang and drifted until he was deep in the cemetery before stopping.

In front of Zimo's tombstone, there was a man lying on his stomach.

The man had no face, but Murong Xi felt Zimo's breath from him.

This man is the puppet refined by Luo Yang.

Murong Xi floated over, and before he could observe this puppet carefully, he was sucked into the puppet's body by a powerful force.

"Obedience!"

"No!"

"You must obey!"

"Absolutely not!"

Murong Xi was in the middle of two voices, and his body seemed to be being pulled.

If one voice prevails, it will be pulled to one side, and vice versa, it will be pulled to the other side.

Neither voice would give in to the other, and in the body of this puppet, I don't know how many years it has been fighting.

Murong Xi came here relying on Zimo's consciousness, which naturally fits Zimo's meta-consciousness better.

But as soon as he had the slightest thought of wanting to get close to Zimo, another voice would suddenly burst out with a force that dragged him back for life.

Murong Xi didn't know where this power came from, he only knew that it was so powerful that he couldn't break free from it.

But the strength on this side is great, and the strength on the other side will also increase.

Murong Xi didn't have any mana here at all, so he could only let both sides tear, feeling that his arms were about to be torn off.

Outside.

Tong Yao saw Murong Xi's forehead, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the liquid crystal.

It's still winter!

Tong Yao looked at Bai Shangxian and Yan Chunfeng. I saw that Bai Shangxian was also at a loss, and at a critical time, he had to rely on the unreliable Ninth Highness.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness Nine just didn't look reliable, but he was quite reliable at the professional level, but I saw him roll up his sleeves and slap Murong Xi's cheeks hard.