The puppets all understand that they have become cannon fodder that consumes the night watchman's mental energy.

You may be burned into a pillar of fire at any time and struggle to death!

Even if he turns into a charred corpse, he will be controlled to continue fighting.

For a time, many of the gunmen shed tears uncontrollably.

When they joined the Youth Army, they had already realized that they would die, but they never thought about such a tragic death.

At this moment, the night watchman in front of them continued to walk forward step by step, and the demonic voice sounded in the ears of these gunmen again:

"Be worthy of Jamsil."

When hearing these words, both the latecomers and the castrated gunmen, although they were frightened, could not help but breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt a little sad and happy.

It's not burned to ashes, it's okay, okay.

Just castrate it, maybe it can be reattached later...

All the gunmen felt a chill between their legs, followed by a sudden sharp pain.

The gunmen who had been castrated just now were also in severe pain again, and they were shaved clean, with no bones left.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to be grateful that they were not burned to death, or to shed tears for their miserable lives.

Liu Bingwei laughed wildly and said:

"Hahaha, Night Watcher, your word spirit really can't reach far! You are reluctant to use your ultimate move, do you want to preserve your mental power? It has no effect in front of the puppet!"

At this moment, his smile suddenly froze, and he suddenly realized that the night watchman in front of him had disappeared!

The next moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him, like a whisper:

"Deserve the chariot."

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Chapter completed!