As the puppet king roared evilly and charmingly, Chu Zhixiao's soul had been tied up by the red lines. Her head in the illusion was like a complicated mess.
"No… Don't even think about corrupting me… Your twisted theories… are all wrong!"
Chu Zhixiao's hands were deeply buried in the crimson mess. He offered his last feeble resistance.
"Hehe. What is right and what is wrong?
The puppet king closed in.
"Order is right, and chaos is wrong!
Chu Zhixiao bellowed in pain, "With the chaos outside, so many people have turned into animals and shed their precious blood for nothing. Is this your 'rescue'?"