Qin Ruan's expression darkened slightly, a profound light flashed through her pupils.
She spoke solemnly to Li Manning, "He will forever be a killing weapon controlled by the evil path, until he loses his usefulness, his soul scatters, and he completely disappears from the world; there will be no trace of his existence in the six realms."
Even if given another chance, she would still kill Xiaobao who had been transformed into an evil spirit.
Li Manning slumped to the ground, holding Xiaobao tightly, her expression lost yet calm.
This calm before the storm gave Qin Ruan an uneasy feeling.
The little puppet sobbed twice, then extended his hand to touch the bloodless wound on Li Manning's neck.
His tiny fingers were still poking at the hole in the wound, like a curious baby.
Li Manning seemed to feel no pain, her eyes staring fixedly in one direction, her bloody eyes brewing a stormy undercurrent.
Qin Ruan asked softly, "What do you want to do?"
