"The materials are not enough, there is no way to completely repair ......" Mu Bai tried it, and the golem alone could not repair the big hole in the white bear's chest.

Although the white bear was made of simple ordinary materials at the beginning, since it swallowed that petal and advanced to half a puppet, the material of its body is no longer than ordinary materials can make up.

"What's wrong?" Han Songyue asked softly, this was the first time she had seen such an impetuous side.

Mu Bai is completely immersed in his own world, and he is not interested in the changes in the outside world at all. So, Han Songyue couldn't wait for her response, so she stuck her head forward.

Before her head reached the side of her seat, the white bear's round head suddenly popped up in front of her eyes, and she fell back to her seat in fright.

stroked his frightened heart, and he didn't dare to say more no matter how much he thought in his heart.

Shen Hanfei took the time to look at Mu Bai next to him, and said in a low voice:

"She's already asleep, probably not wanting you to disturb her sleep."

Mu Baiyi clasped his hands together at some point, closed his eyes, and looked sleeping. The white bear lay motionless on his seat facing them in his original position, like a real doll.

"She's asleep, and she can still control the doll?" Han Songyue asked puzzledly, her voice pressed to the lowest.

"How do you know she didn't start sleeping after manipulating the white bear to scare you?" Shen Hanfei said lightly.

It's not impossible to use Mu Bai's weird personality, they don't even know why she can control the doll, these talks are meaningless.

There was silence in the car for a moment.

And what are the sleeping Mu Bai descendants doing in their eyes?

......

The little puppet thousands of miles away suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were like obsidian, blazing.

At this time, the little puppet is really alive, and his smile has a very smart charm.

She looked at the dark red vine that was coming straight at her, raised her eyebrows slightly, took the round object in her hand into her mouth, and pulled the cat's ears with both hands.

It's like holding the steering wheel in your hand and pulling the cat's head to the side. The next moment, the black cat swirled in mid-air in a strange posture, and the dark red giant vine passed by in an instant.

At this moment, the little puppet stepped on the back of the black cat, and jumped onto the dark red vine. A small hand poked into the giant vine root like a tofu poke, and grabbed it.

Then she hung like a rag on it, her small body swaying comfortably as the giant vine moved.

Once again, he took out the round object in his mouth and lured it, and the giant vines twisted and intertwined with each other, and the target was this round object. When the black cat or the giant vine branch collided with her, she gently sideways, and all attacks landed on the dark red giant vine.

Coming and going, the giant vines lingered, tied each other in a dead knot, and several black cats scurried through the gap and pounced on the little puppeteer, but were knocked away by other giant vines...... In short, it was a mess, and she didn't do much, so it was a mess.

This kind of banter put her in a good mood, but it didn't take long for her to get bored.

When he had had enough, he clicked and ate what he was holding, and then climbed on the dark red vine root, digging in with both hands, as if looking for something......

However, in the next second, the giant vine roots and branches around him suddenly and silently burned out, forming a puddle of ashes.

Even the dark red giant vine that was being dug by her was no exception, and without even a hint of struggle, it turned into ashes and disappeared.

The little puppet looked confused, and did not even react to the free fall movement of its body.

Did she just go too far? So what strange things are missing?

The vines were burned, but the black cat was still there. Seeing her fall defenselessly, the black cats immediately pounced on her, in order to avenge the loss of flowers, and never stopped.

Suddenly, a white hand appeared out of thin air to catch the little puppet's falling body, and with a wave of the other hand, the black cats who pounced on them instantly flew into the flesh and blood.

In this context, accompanied by a clear voice, with a hint of doubt: .

"What is this? Doll?"