Chapitre 683: A Deconstructivist's Monstrosity and a Lin Sanjiu With Zero Artistic Sense

Unfortunately, it was not realistic for them to pin their hopes on Puppeteer to suddenly wake up given such circumstances.

He was now tied to Lin Sanjiu's back with a rope. To prevent him from sliding off, she could only afford to free a hand to grab one of his arms. As a result, his arm was basically supporting almost his whole body weight. Half-carrying and half-dragging his body in this manner, Lin Sanjiu ran frantically in the darkness. Soon, she noticed that the back of her clothing was soaked.

If this continued, who knew if her only hope would die on her back?

"Polva?"

"Continue in this direction," the white fatty answered her immediately.

"I'm not asking about that!"

After Lin Sanjiu shouted at him, he scurried anxiously on her shoulder like a large rat before he retorted while sobbing, "I've been slapping his face, but he just won't wake up!"