Wu Luo was somewhat overwhelmed.
"This damn figure, how can it possess an immortal attribute?!" Wu Luo looked on in a stupor, his expression one of utter collapse.
In the void, Luo Hou's puppet floated mid-air, looking down at the youth slumped on the Black Lotus, and spoke indifferently, "What's wrong, can't handle it?"
"Can you shut up?" Wu Luo glared at the puppet through gritted teeth, his glare practically lethal.
Well, he already tried killing it, but his attacks couldn't kill the true form of the puppet.
When Nuwa created this puppet, she successfully infused it with the immortal attribute; now the puppet was unable to die or be destroyed.
Luo Hou's puppet glanced sidelong at Wu Luo, its tone carrying a hint of arrogance, "Beg me, and I might agree."
"Where do you get off being so talkative!"
Wu Luo was in a very irritable mood, who on earth scripted these lines, it was simply infuriating... maddening... damn it!!
