Ning Qi flew in front of the cyan spar, quickly found a switch on it, and pressed it hard. The bronze puppet, who was originally looking dazed, froze for an instant, and then his head drooped down.

Ning Qi left its mouth, flew in front of the bronze puppet, looked at its drooping head, and raised the corners of its mouth slightly: "Little one, don't move now."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for finding an eighth-order puppet without an owner."