When I entered a meditative state, my soul would leave my body. I had no hope left and could only rely on myself. The face of the male puppet was on top of my head. As long as I moved my head a little, I could see its horribly deformed mouth. The slightest movement would cause blood to flow out.
Anyway, this was the only killing move I often used. I frowned and spat the blood from my tongue onto the face of the male puppet.
"Boohoo..." Because my chin had fallen, the male puppet could not speak. After a scream, he retreated. I took the opportunity to sit up quickly and raised my hand to hit the chest of the female puppet.
Although this was a very hooligan's behavior, I didn't have any improper thoughts at that time. I quickly stood up and kicked the puppet before he could react.
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