She must give things: "Besides me, do you want anything else?"
Long Xiaoyu casually and lightly said two words: "Purse."
"Ah?" Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment, and then said good: "Wait for me."
She turned to open the door.
Long Xiaoyu raised his hand and pushed back the half-open door: "Where are you going?"
"Don't you want a purse?" She said in a natural tone without any hesitation: "I'll go to the city to buy it now while it's still early."
Long Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with the sky of June, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy.
The sky was clear one second ago, but now it was covered with dark clouds and it was very dark.
Mu Ziling didn't see it, she was still immersed in the guilt of never giving him anything, she said: "I will buy all the purses in the city and give them to you."
Long Xiaoyu's eyes were covered with dark clouds, layer upon layer, so black that it couldn't be darker.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
It's the shop waiter: "Miss Mu, the meal has been brought to you, it's convenient for you to open the door—"
"Don't eat, take it away!" Such a strong air pressure, such an intimidating aura.
There was no sound outside, probably scared away.
Mu Ziling rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Isn't it enough?" She felt a pain in her pocket, and then decided to spend all her wealth: "Then I'll buy all the purses in the whole continent, and you can change them every day, oh no , Change one every hour, and I'll buy it for you when it's used up."
Long Xiaoyu: "..."
Sure enough, all the sincerity and sincerity just now were to coax him, and you just wanted to send him away by buying a few broken purses
Oh, woman.
In Long Xiaoyu's eyes, there were more and more dark clouds. He suppressed the storm and dragged her to the table.
There is an exquisite bamboo basket on the table, covered with a piece of brocade cloth, which should be full of things, a full basket.
"What?" Mu Ziling reached out to lift the brocade cloth.
When she got up early and went out, the table was empty. This basket should have been taken out by the man after she went out.
When she saw the things in the basket, Mu Ziling's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she was so choked that she couldn't speak.
She had a premonition that she wanted to "Fang" immediately.
really.
Long Xiaoyu picked up the bamboo basket and stuffed it into her arms, with a lot of resentment hidden in his angry tone: "Don't buy it, you embroider it for me."
Mu Ziling calmed down in an instant, with an expression of "you seem to be teasing me": "Are you sure you want me to embroider a purse?"
Yes, this basket is full of needlework and embroidery.
I don't know how a big man like him knows these things and is so well prepared
It's so strange.
But at this moment, Mu Ziling was not in the mood to be surprised, she only knew that this man didn't suddenly play tricks on her, but that he had prepared and premeditated to ask her to embroider the purse with her own hands.
Long Xiaoyu, who was prepared and premeditated, corrected her: "I need to embroider two." Not only did I want two, he also asked: "One needs to be bright red with flowers embroidered on it, and the other needs to be bright purple with your and my names embroidered on it. "
It doesn't matter if it's big red or purple, but also embroidery? !
embroidered!
Embroidery!
Mu Ziling, who couldn't even hold the embroidery needle steadily, couldn't be more flexible: "..."
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Long Xiaoyu lowered his voice several minutes: "Can't you?"
There was a faint resentment, mixed with a trace of almost imperceptible grievance.
"No—" Mu Ziling gritted her teeth hard, and didn't let the word "OK" pop out. She looked embarrassed, and slowly squeezed each word from her mouth: "It's not impossible, it's just..."
so hard.
Asking her to embroider a purse with her own hands is probably more difficult than picking the sun, moon and stars from the sky.
Woman, sure enough, the words are sincere, but the heart is full of hypocrisy.
Long Xiaoyu snorted, leaving a back for this "hypocritical" woman.
Yep, playing tricks again.
Mu Ziling had one head and two big ones, her voice was small and her tone was discussion: "Can I switch to another one? For example, if I refine two elixir that prolong life and immortality, I will make it very popular."
Long Xiaoyu glanced at her lightly: "Do you think I need it?"
Well, no need.
After fused with the soul of the dragon shadow, he already has an eternal face, not to mention that if she is allowed to refine the elixir of life, it may really be a lifetime of poverty.
If the elixir of life doesn't work, then: "The panacea that can cure all the poisons in the world? Or cure all diseases—"
Before she finished speaking, she let out a yell and vetoed herself: "Let's forget it."
He wants to be healthy all over the world, and he doesn't need antidote or cure medicine.
What's more, with her walking "medicine chest", will I still have to worry about myrrh in this life
It was not enough to give panacea, but even less so to ask her to embroider a purse.
Mu Ziling thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea: "Otherwise, I'll give you a ring that is exactly the same as Diamond Star, shall we wear couple rings?"
Although there is no way to achieve the same love test effect, it should be very simple to pretend to be a drop of her heart.
Knowing what she was thinking, Long Xiaoyu made a clear attitude: "As long as you have a purse." He knew how much it would be a pain to take blood, so he seriously warned her: "No one can hurt my woman, including you."
Overlord!
oppressive rule.
Mu Ziling curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Do I have to embroider it myself?"
Long Xiaoyu nodded: must!
Mu Ziling sighed, and resigned to his fate: "Embroidery is embroidering."
She sat down and made the last struggle: "If I don't embroider well, you can't blame me."
Long Xiaoyu sat beside her, and put a piece of red brocade cloth on the embroidery frame.
The movement of the cloth was very good, and the final result was crooked. He felt good about himself, so he handed the embroidery to her: "Be serious, embroider slowly."
With trembling hands, Mu Ziling began to thread the needle: "The embroidery is ugly, so don't dislike it."
Long Xiaoyu took the needle and thread from her hand.
He has a pair of sharp eyes, and his needlework is fast and accurate: "Be serious and embroider slowly."
She embroidered with one hand and embroidered needles with the other, as if she was about to go to the execution ground, so frightened: "Aren't you worried that I will pierce your woman's own hand?"
He stared at her hands for a moment: "Be serious, embroider slowly."
With trembling hands, she embroidered two stitches in a panic, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
He took out a Jinkerchief and wiped her sweat thoughtfully.
She was impatient, her face collapsed, her mouth flattened, and she acted pitifully: "Long Xiaoyu, you don't feel sorry for me at all."
He felt distressed, so he told him again and again: "Be serious, embroider slowly."
"..."
The unchanging tone is very similar to the quotations of the scumbag man she saw in another world who cured all girls' diseases: drink more hot water.
Mu Ziling raised her head and sighed: Why is life so unfair? She, who has lived two lives, lost here to the new "scumbag" of the ancient generation.
Two hours later, a... no, a messy, what the hell kind of embroidery came out of the oven.
Mu Ziling couldn't bear to look directly at it, and didn't look at it: "The embroidery is so ugly."
She is really embroidering with all her heart, not to mention that she is not afraid of needles, she really doesn't have the talent for weaving and embroidery.
(end of this chapter)