Qin Luo had arrived, but where were those nine Dragon Corpses?
At this moment, Mu Hanyan sensed a feeling of resistance coming from those Dragon Corpses.
Though it was faint, it was enough to shock her.
Dragon Corpses were puppets. They had no souls, nor did they possess the ability to think.
Just now, the Dragon Corpses had broken free of her control and disobeyed her orders because of the instincts embedded in their flesh and blood.
Now, consciousness had appeared within the Dragon Corpses.
This shocked her even more than before.
She glared fiercely at Qin Luo and roared, "What did you do to them?"
Qin Luo smiled faintly. "Don't be anxious. Don't be angry."
"It was merely a tiny little method to make you accept my suggestion and act according to my rules."
"Rest assured, what is yours will ultimately remain yours. No one can take it from your hands."
Qin Luo silently added a condition in his heart. Once you belong to the Divine Ruins.
In Qin Luo's eyes, capable people could always be put to important use.
It did not matter who these Dragon Corpses were given to. It was enough for him to control their master.
"Now, how about we discuss your wedding?"
"Only after becoming one of us will you be able to move freely through our Ninth Legion camp."
Mu Hanyan's mind was in turmoil. She could not understand how things had ended up like this.
At exactly which step had things gone wrong?
Perhaps it had been wrong from the very beginning—wrong beyond all reason, she murmured inwardly.
But what had happened had already happened. This was not the time to settle old scores. She needed to overcome the crisis before her.
Monstrous waves had already risen in Mo Yuan's heart.
Logically