The new profession of puppeteer is quite interesting.

Beilan Laiye passed through a gust of wind, as if bathed in the sun, wandering between them at will.

The voice was unbridled in my ears, like a spell, and it never stopped.

"You're not allowed to go."

"Is the girl trying to stop me?" A look of surprise flowed from the puppeteer's face.

Countless puppet threads passed through his skirt, face, legs and arms, like threading a needle, very delicate and elegant, without alarming the flowers and plants, it seems to be a bit level.

Her hair fell to the ground one or two strands, as simple as collecting a little blood.

"It's a puppeteer, but I don't know what you can do with this spirit beast?"

"Catching a spirit beast is nothing more than two things, either stew and eat it, or take out the soul to be food for my puppet." Jianghu Mengke said with a coldness on his face.

"What a ruthless heart, I actually used the soul of this spirit beast as food for your puppet puppet" Beilan Laiye touched her cheeks, she was a little depressed.

The Jianghu dreamer took a sip of wine, his eyes showed a sense of fatigue, his cheeks were covered with a pink, the wine was on his eyebrows, and he gradually became a little drunk. I don't know if it's because the amount of alcohol has regressed in the past few years or if this state of mind has changed, and I can't even see through the world.

The little woman in front of him didn't seem to appreciate it very much, this was his profession.

The thing agreed with the master back then was just that you can't kill beasts casually.

He put the wine gourd on his waist, picked up the black dragon and walked towards the desert.

There was naturally a look of praise hidden in that expression, and the thick arm was placed on the young man's shoulder, which frightened the puppet puppet to the side.

Jianghu Mengke continued, there was no slackening in his expression, and said.

"Don't follow me, I didn't intend for you to be my opponent."

"This puppet doll is your spirit animal, why does he move, and what are those silk threads." As soon as Beilan Laiye saw the back of the person in front of him, he unconsciously followed and wanted to find out.

She was a little depressed, this guy didn't really want to slip away like this.

That's not going to work, it's not that cheap.

The mood is like a new flame poured into his expression, slightly panicked.

"Huh? Don't you two want to get out of here, if I can let this spirit beast out, I can take you out with me. ”

The puppeteer's expression was flustered, he was a little nervous like a big child, and his eyes kept flashing.

A hint of fatigue appeared in the corner of his eye, but it was not so ruthless.

Fingers caressed the body of the puppet doll, and the peace of mind became safer.

Beilan Laiye and Lan Qi looked at each other, and the two of them were discussing what was going on.

No one spoke first, just waited quietly.

The air is filled with the colors of the years, and the clouds are preparing for this moment of reunion, and some rain falls in the air, like a budding flower, suddenly blooming.

The rain dripped down, creating a circle of ripples on the surface of the stream.

The rain only fell on the crescent spring in front of the temple, but not a drop was touched in this desert.

The spirit beasts in the forest all looked up at the direction of the north, and some power was constantly sprouting and expanding at the cliff, as if it were a void fantasy.