Guarding sweetheart's blackened Asian dream

"Transformation, dead puppet master [Death Puppet Master]." Zero's transformation fascinated Yameng: the silver hair seemed to be strands of spider silk, slightly longer, very "white hair three thousand feet" taste.A black tuxedo with a puppet carved into the silver badge.There is also a π [Guigui: π (pài) is pi] under the corner of the left eye, and there is a sound of "click, click, click, click" when the body moves, a living puppet, a puppet, a manipulator day and night Phantom puppeteer.

"Secret, those people give it to me." Zero turned his head, "Do what you want to do. I will help you."

Yameng nodded: "Yes! Transformation! Rebellious heart [Rebellious Heart]!"

"Brush—" Yameng rushed into Zero's silk thread.

"Damn it! He can manipulate objects and even space!" Zhixin had no time to stop, so she could only make this kind of analysis and wail for help.

Nagihiko and the others have already transformed, but they still can't stand the countless unknown eggs—and objects flying around (such as chairs, lamps, curtains...)

"Do you want to get close to that person?! Otherwise, what should I do?!" Zhi Xin avoided it.

"No!" Nagihiko immediately refused, "The closer you get to him, the easier it is to get hurt! Back off!"

"Eh? Don't you think it's weird?" Miye asked.

"Oops! Weishi!"