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Liu Lei's face was filled with interest as he controlled the Soldier of the Iron Living Dead with his mind.    

He didn't encounter any obstacles in the process of controlling it, so he easily succeeded.    

All of the Soldier of the Iron Living Dead began to move, acting on his will.    

If you want them to turn left, they will turn left. If you want them to turn right, they will turn right.    

Liu Lei felt as if he was playing a game and controlling the characters inside.    

However, his control was much more meticulous, allowing the Soldier of the Iron Living Dead to do all sorts of things.    

If he put a black raincoat on these Soldier of the Iron Living Dead, Liu Lei was confident that no one would be able to tell that he was Iron Living Dead.    

It seemed that it would be convenient to do something in the future.    

Summon the Soldier of the Iron Living Dead out, and then manipulate them behind the scenes.    

This way, there wouldn't be any clues left behind.    

Even if he left some traces behind, it was still a trace of the Iron Living Dead, it had nothing to do with him, Liu Lei.    

This function was indeed suitable for him to do things that he found it inconvenient to do and was very secretive.    

When things were done, there would be no evidence to keep the Soldier of the Iron Living Dead inside the Small Sword Dharma Artifact.    

The more Liu Lei thought about it, the more satisfied he felt.    

At this time, the Small Sword Dharma Artifact said:    

"From now on, you can control these Soldier of the Iron Living Dead by yourself."    

"If I try to control it, it will consume too much energy and cause serious damage to my recovery."    

"In any case, your mental strength is strong, and you have plenty of spirit energy. You can control it as if it's a joke."    

Liu Lei nodded.    

Because the Small Sword Dharma Artifact was right, this manipulation was like a game to him.    

With the strength of his mental strength, he could even make sixty Soldier of the Iron Living Dead make different moves at the same time.    

As for the spiritual energy consumption, there was no need to talk about it. He could control the spiritual energy continuously for more than 10 hours.    

This kind of long term control was something that Small Sword Dharma Artifact would definitely not be able to do.    

After all, the Small Sword Dharma Artifact was still in its weakened state and had only recovered a little.    

It was still a long way to go before he completely recovered. It was a hundred thousand miles away.    

Therefore, Liu Lei was the most appropriate person to control it. However, he still had a few questions to ask:    

"Then when I summon these Soldier of the Iron Living Dead, how do I summon them?"    

"Do I have to ask you to help me summon me every time? Isn't that too troublesome?"    

"There's no other way. It can only be like this. Who asked you to be so weak, unable to pull out my true body?"    

The Small Sword Dharma Artifact said as a matter of fact:    

"Then I'll reluctantly help you every time. I don't mind the trouble, you don't have to be so grateful to me."    

Liu Lei rolled his eyes again.    

How was he afraid of harming the Small Sword Dharma Artifact? He felt that this would be very troublesome.    

This was because he was a very lazy person. He hated these things that were not direct and decisive the most.    

Furthermore, this Small Sword Dharma Artifact was being too impolite, calling him weak was a pain in the ass.    

With his strength, he could walk anywhere he wanted, yet he was actually called weak by a magical equipment. He was truly intoxicated.    

"You say that you have to help me every time, don't tell me that you no longer need to sleep and recover?"    

Liu Lei paid attention to this matter.    

If it really was like this, then it would be convenient, then he could look for Small Sword Dharma Artifact s anytime in the future.    

His first magic tool was actually not something he could control as he wished. He had to try his best not to disturb its sleep, only then would he be able to find it occasionally.    

He was truly the world's most depressed owner of magic tools.