When the soul of the Crimson Moon Deity appeared before her, it stretched out a jade hand and gently squeezed the proud bosom of the female cultivator.,But years passed, and there was no news of Nan Gong Yun Shu. The other elders were probably also eyeing her covetously.,The red moon's expression became serious. "A humanized puppet is enough to make these elders take such a risk."。