One of the Fatui secretly pinched his own thigh.
It hurt.
He was not dreaming.
Sandrone finally came completely back to her senses from her shock, shame, and anger.
"Wh-what are you doing!!!"
Her little face flushed bright red, and her feet in little leather shoes kicked frantically at Mo Wang while her fists kept pounding against him. But what drove her to despair was that her attacks landed on Mo Wang like she was kicking a wall. He did not budge at all; even his expression did not change.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her feet kicked Mo Wang's chest with muffled sounds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her fists slammed into Mo Wang's shoulder, doing absolutely nothing.
"Let go of me! Let me go right now!"
Both embarrassed and furious, Sandrone twisted her head in panic and shouted at the mechanical puppet behind her, "Pronia! What are you still staring for?! Hurry up and help me!"
The large puppet named Pronia was just about to move, but Mo Wang swept it with a faint glance, and it inexplicably froze.
The light in those mechanical eyes flickered, as if it were hesitating over something.
Meanwhile, Mo Wang was still studying Sandrone in his arms, muttering, "The joints are pretty flexible, but this design flaw is way too obvious—you see," he pointed at Sandrone's neck, "the connection here exposes a gap when you turn your head. How can you make such a basic mistake? A simple movable cover plate would solve it."
Sandrone felt her sanity snapping apart, one strand at a time.
Being picked up casually by a stranger was bad enough, but he was actually criticizing her like this and belittling her skill?! She was a Fatui Harbinger! The Seventh Seat! One of Teyvat's top puppeteers! Who did this guy, who had