Facing Zhou Qing's inquiry, Shen Hanyi did not directly answer but gently patted the storage bag on her waist.
As a flash of spiritual light passed, a humanoid puppet with a cold metallic sheen appeared before the two.
This was a male puppet, crafted with extreme precision, with complex runes etched at the joints.
Even the face was adorned with a conspicuous paper marked with the word "male," glowing faintly in the shadows.
"I crafted this myself," Shen Hanyi said, as her jade fingers gently tapped the puppet's back head.
"Oh, can you let me feel it, since both of us are uneasy about each other..."
A familiar song suddenly echoed from the puppet's mouth, making Zhou Qing's expression immediately turn strange.
Because the voice belonged to none other than Shen Huangmao and sounded extremely unwilling.
He could only raise his thumb, forcing a smile to express his appreciation.
After that, he shifted his gaze toward the crooked-neck jujube tree.
