The more he read, the more Mo Heng felt his heart skip a beat, and his expression became abnormally serious.
Not only that, he even took a few steps back, not daring to get close to the puppet.
He said seriously, “Puppet Forefather, can you listen to my advice?”
The puppet forefather was very respectful to him. “Master Mo Heng, please speak.”
He also noticed that Mo Heng’s expression was not quite right.
Moheng said in a deep voice, “If you don’t want to invite disaster, please destroy this puppet as soon as possible, or seal it forever. Don’t install a heart for it.”
After the puppet forefather heard this, he blinked and said, “Why? This is the painstaking work of our Abyss puppet race.”
Moheng said solemnly, “Although I don’t know what purpose your ancestor refined this puppet for, but for the sake of your descendants, for the sake of the life of the nine-star civilization, please don’t give this puppet a chance to use!”
