Sound and smile, vivid as life, at that moment, Yue Jinghua only felt a boom in her mind.
Tears streamed down her face.
The Witch Puppet "Qing Pu" raised his hand.
His fingers, like those of a living being, carried a bit of warmth, gently brushed across Yue Jinghua's cheek, wiping away her tears.
"Qing Pu, is this the gift you gave me?"
Perhaps he already anticipated a day of parting, Qing Pu left a trace of magic power, sealed within this puppet body.
Yue Jinghua cried while smiling brightly.
Able to laugh and cry, as long as Yue Jinghua needs, he will appear, the unique puppet Qing Pu.
Even though he is just a puppet, unable to speak or mock her, but he is Qing Pu, he has Qing Pu's smile, Qing Pu's aura.
But that is enough, at least, he is still here.
From that day onwards, Yue Jinghua's contracted beasts increased by one.
Yet whenever seeing the Qing Pu Puppet, Emperor Demon Wuyou always had a somber face.
