On the other hand, Mo Lian was staring coldly at the golem Number One, who was standing on the beach.
He smirked: Liu Yizhi, you probably didn't expect that you would have to become my Qiaoqiao's slave puppet even in death. If your golem body does not die in this lifetime, you'll continue atoning for your sins for my Qiaoqiao!
This is your destiny!
Qiao Mu was naturally unaware that this golem Number One was a golem puppet that Mo Lian reforged with Liu Yizhi's flesh and soul.
After putting everything away in her inner world, Qiao Mu undid her fusion with the ferule Inky and recalled it into her conscious pool.
Afterwards, she looked up at Mo Lian and nuzzled her head against his chest. "Fish congee."
"I'll go cook it right now." Mo Lian held her hand with a smile and asked, "Do you want to eat corn?"
"Mhm!" The little fellow nodded vigorously.
