Facing the interruption of the low pressure, the person who was going to deliver the things trembled: "Then, are you still sending these away?"
Duan was silent for a long time, leaving a word: "Send."
"... yes." The man stuffed all the clothes into the Qiankun bag, and fled away, leaving only a black-faced god sitting alone in the hall.
That night, Ji Ting waited for a long time but didn't see anyone coming, and finally couldn't stand the sleepiness, so he yawned and went to rest, but just as he lay down on the bed, he came in, and she rushed to meet him: "Continued Break... are you in a bad mood?"
Although he has always been expressionless since he fell into the devil, there are several types of expressionlessness. For example, the one at this moment is obviously in a bad mood.
Duduan glanced at her, passed her with a cold face and lay down directly, Ji Ting was startled for a moment before realizing that this man's anger was directed at her.
... But she didn't do anything to make him angry.
Ji heard him sit down beside him, and just as he was about to get into his arms, he turned his back without saying a word, obviously not planning to hug her. Ji Ting was helpless: "How did I make you angry?"
Keep silent.
"If you don't tell me, I won't be able to guess it myself." Ji Ting coaxed me.
Duan still didn't speak, but his ears kept listening carefully to Ji Ting's movements, and when he heard her going out, he wanted to turn around, but he held back. Fortunately, she didn't go far, she just stopped in front of the closet, followed by the rustling sound of searching, frowning intermittently and earnestly, and immediately put on an indifferent face when she walked towards her .
"Although I don't know what made you angry, but I wonder if the clothes I sewed for you can coax you well?" Ji Ting's gentle voice came slowly.
Duan was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw that she was holding a black robe in her hands, and patterns were embroidered with gold thread on it, which looked like a lot of effort. He hid the surprise in his eyes, sat up with a cold face, and looked at the robe in her hand without saying a word.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Didn't it only be done for Yuanyuan?"
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, then his mind was clear for a moment, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "So you are angry because of this?"
He remained silent, but his expression clearly acknowledged it.
"... How old are you? You still get into trouble with me because of such trivial things, and even if you mistakenly think that I didn't do it for you, just tell me what you want, and you keep sulking about what you do, which makes me worry for no reason." Ji Ting As he spoke, a feeling of helplessness surged up.
He glanced at her intermittently: "Tianjin is a rare commodity. There are only a dozen of them in the entire Demon Palace. These days, I sent them all here, but I didn't even get a shirt. Shouldn't you be angry?"
"Should be... no, isn't this Tianjin brocade sent from the temple, why did it become brought from the magic palace?" Ji Ting was puzzled.
Keep your face away indifferently. Ji understood, and the raised corners of his lips seemed to be unable to let go, and he couldn't help but want to tease him: "Since this thing is so expensive, why should the magic palace spend money, I'd better ask the temple to send some horses, as a return here you are..."
"Ji Ting." Duan interrupted her words slowly.
Ji Ting laughed out loud, reluctant to tease him again, reached out to hold his cold fingers and said: "Okay, I won't talk anymore."
Without saying a word, he withdrew his hand back. Ji Ting was surprised: "Still angry? Didn't I make a robe for you?"
"Only this one."
And Yuanyuan has many pieces. Ji Ting found that he was able to understand his subtext more and more quickly recently, and explained with a cough: "Tianjin is precious, so I thought about practicing more, and I will make it for you after I have practiced, and children's clothes are the worst. It's not fabric, so it's more suitable."
Xu Duan quickly remembered that many of the stitches in the small clothes he saw today were crooked, and the robe in Ji Ting's hand, although the stitches were not tight, was much neater, obviously it was sewn after practice. The dissatisfaction in my heart disappeared in an instant.
Seeing him like this, Ji Ting knew he had been coaxed, shook his robe and stood back: "Come and try it, it still fits."
"... You haven't helped me measure my body, so how could it fit me properly?" Duan Duan said with distaste, but walked faster than anyone else, taking off the robe on his body while walking, when Ji Ting came to him, there was only one left Underwear.
Ji Ting turned around behind him with a smile, carefully helped him put it on, put it on intermittently, buckled the belt, turned to face her and said, "It fits really well."
"It's so big, how does it fit?" Ji Ting looked at his loose waist, a little dissatisfied, "Obviously it has been made to match your clothes, why is it still not suitable, you take it off first, I will modify it I'll give it to you later."
As she spoke, she was about to reach out to unbutton the button, and took a step back in displeasure: "This is what I want."
"...It's too big, I'll fix it for you, it will be more comfortable to wear." Ji Ting tried to persuade her, but Duan refused to cooperate, and even put on her robe and lay down on the bed in order not to give her the clothes.
"Aren't you taking off your clothes?" Ji Ting was surprised.
Continue to close your eyes: "I just sleep like this."
"..." This is determined not to allow modification.
Ji Ting sighed, and when he lay down next to him, he was pushed to the side, she was always hugged into his arms: "?"
"Don't wrinkle my robe." Duan said lightly.
"..."
Ji Ting moved to the side speechlessly, so as not to press his precious new robe, it was the first time for the two of them to behave on this bed and do nothing, sleeping until dawn.
When Ji Ting woke up, the seat next to her was already empty. She got up and went to the window to look out at the dim sky, missing the bright sky quite a bit.
"God, it's time for breakfast." The female officer's voice sounded.
Ji Ting looked at her, and sighed after seeing the medicine in her hand: "Does he still want me to drink it?"
"His Royal Highness the Demon King didn't order to stop the God's medicine, so he should drink it as usual." The female officer lowered her eyes.
Ji Ting looked at the big bowl of bitter medicine in her hand, and felt her stomach start to churn, and the medicine seemed to remind her that Duandu never forgave her, even if she would sleep in her room every night, even if He occasionally has warmth, but he never forgives her in his heart.
Thinking of the purple-red birthmark that I could still see the day before yesterday, Ji Ting sighed. I remember that when she was in Lingquan, she hadn't seen the birthmark on him, but she saw it a few days ago. It must have appeared after the fallen devil, and whether the fallen devil or the birthmark appeared, it was all because of her doing to make him Something he misunderstood.
Hurt him, humiliate him, and anger him, never made him feel resentful, only the fact that she might change her mind would make him fall into the devil for a moment, but it's a pity that when she knew about it, the matter had already reached the point it is today.
"God, if you don't take the medicine, it will be cold." The female officer urged.
Ji Ting pursed her lips and took the medicine bowl. After drinking a large bowl of medicine, she lost her appetite, so she took a few mouthfuls and told these people to back off.
After finishing the robe and having nothing else to pass the time, Ji Ting suddenly became idle, feeling that something was wrong, and was depressed all day long.
I didn't eat much at noon, and the female officer worriedly persuaded: "Shangshen, use some more, you eat too little."
"I don't move much in this palace, and I can't expend so much energy, so I don't feel hungry, so let's take it all down." Ji Ting said boredly.
The female officer saw that her expression was not right, and couldn't help but probe: "Is Shangshen in a bad mood?"
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly for a while: "Maybe, I could have some fun for myself a few days ago, but today I suddenly have free time, so I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to do."
"How about continuing to tailor the clothes? His Royal Highness the Demon King is wearing the robe you made today. It is said that he has been in a good mood and forgave a slave who made a mistake. If God made a few more pieces, wouldn't His Highness the Demon King I want to be happy every day." The female officer laughed.
Ji Ting thought for a while, then refused: "Forget it, I'm not interested in making clothes anymore." All her patience and interest were gone the moment she sewed the broken robe. It might be more difficult for her to get her to do one thing patiently.
"Then you read the script? Or find something else to pass the time with the palace people." The female officer tried her best to give her advice.
Ji Ting waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, I can't say why today, but I'm in a bad mood, I think tomorrow will be fine."
"Is Shangshen homesick?" the female officer suddenly asked.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, blue sky and white clouds appeared in his mind, and the two little apprentices who always loved to hang around her. After a pause, she sighed softly: "Maybe."
Rather than being homesick, it's better to say that there is no grievance between missing and intermittent. The relationship between the two of them now really makes her feel at a loss as to how to get closer.
Ji Ting lazily asked the female officer and others to retreat, while he sat by the window and continued to be dazed.
The news of her displeasure reached the main hall, and it didn't take long for Duan to come over.
When Ji Ting saw him, he was still a little surprised: "Is it already dark?" The difference between day and night in the devil world is not too big, but after living here for so long, it is easy to tell the difference, but they only come at night The break suddenly came in the evening, and she suddenly suspected that she was in a daze to kill the time.
Taking a look at her continuously, he went to sit down beside her with a sullen face, Ji Ting glanced at the oversized robe on his body, and couldn't help laughing: "You wear such ill-fitting clothes, can someone laugh at you?"
He paused for a while, looked over calmly, and seemed to be telling her with his eyes: Who dares
Ji Ting thinks about it, the current him, even in his heyday, may not be able to beat him, not to mention that he just wears an ill-fitting robe, even if he wears nothing, no one dares to laugh at him. words.
Looking at him with a cold expression now, Ji Ting's thoughts diverged again, remembering that although he was always cold in the past, he always smiled when facing her, but now when he faces her, he has already It is no different from facing others.
Looking at Ji Ting who would still be distracted in front of him, his eyes darkened: "Do you want to leave?"
"Huh?" Ji Ting didn't hear his words clearly for a moment.
"When are you leaving?" The broken voice seemed to be chilling.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment: "You let me go?"
The air pressure around Duan Duan dropped a lot, and a trace of restrained anger flashed across his eyes, but his voice was surprisingly calm: "Ji Hearing, is Shangshen tired of the magic palace, or is he tired of me, and that's why he wants to leave?"
The more he talked to the end, the more condensed his face became, and when the last sound fell, his face was almost as if frozen.
Ji Ting stared at him for a long time, the grievance that had been held back for a day was faintly bubbling. If she had cared about the identity of God in the past, she would just look away calmly when she was wronged, but now she didn't want to do that, so she followed her heart and climbed on his lap.
Teasel:"… "
She moved nimbly, and quickly slipped into Dixuan's arms, and hugged his waist with her eyes closed. Xu Dua didn't say a word, but his cold eyes softened, and he barely put his hand on her waist to prevent her from sitting too uncomfortable.
The two hugged each other quietly, and the only sound in the room was the crackling of candles. I don't know how long it took before Ji Ting let go of him a little bit, looked up at him in his arms: "Can we have a discussion?"
"Say."
"Can I stop drinking that medicine?" Ji Ting asked in a low voice.
She only drank one kind of medicine on weekdays, so Dudu instantly understood what she was talking about, and then he didn't even think about it: "No."
The expectation in Ji Ting's eyes was shattered, and he lowered his head in disappointment. After a long time, he sighed softly: "I know you are angry, and you can only get rid of it by torturing me, but I really don't want to drink that medicine. Can you change the method?" Punish me?"
"..."
Ji Ting didn't wait for his answer for a long time, his nose was a little sore, and he was very sad when he spoke: "It's all my fault, I caused you to be like this, you should hate me...continued, Let's exchange inner alchemy, I'll be the demon, don't let me drink the bitter medicine, okay?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was lifted by cold fingers, forcing her to look into his eyes: "The bitter medicine you drink every day is made from wild ginseng and ganoderma that are about to become fine. Dian personally found it, and each bowl is condensed with essence, which can help you repair your meridians and nourish your body, who has you ever seen punish others, and punished in this way?"
Ji Ting stared at him blankly, speechless for a while. Only then did she belatedly realize that she hadn't suffered from the impact of spiritual power for a long time. Those spiritual powers sealed in her meridians are now circulating in the body in an orderly manner, and they are still growing unconsciously. Not a lot.
... so how stupid is she to think that Xuduan sent someone to decoct her medicine every day just to bully her
Xuduan coldly let go of her jaw: "You are tired of this place after only a few days in the magic palace. I don't believe you are right. You have no heart at all, and it is impossible to stop for anyone..."
"Xu Duan, you are His Highness the Demon King now, do you mind having multiple Demon King concubines?" Ji Ting interrupted him.
"..."
Ji Ting laughed: "Let's get married, form a spiritual contract, from now on we will live and die together, and we will have a bond with each other, and there will be no secrets between each other. You know my love, and I also know your painstaking efforts, from life to life until it disappears into ashes and turns into a meteor in the sky. "
"... once the spirit deed is combined, it will last until death. Do you know what you are talking about?" Duan Duan asked in a hoarse voice.
Ji Ting smiled slightly: "Of course I know, don't you not believe my sincerity to you, then I will prove it to you."
"..."
"Also, I'm in a bad mood today. Firstly, it's because I'm homesick, but the one who misses me the most is you who was close to me at that time. Second, it's because of that bowl of bitter medicine. There is a grudge... "
"I have a grudge against you." Duan interrupted her.
Ji Ting paused for a moment, then laughed: "You love me too, don't you?"
Keep silent.
"As long as you still love me, then everything will be fine. Maybe you will always hate me and never get close to me like before, but it doesn't matter. I just need to know that you still love me, and then I can have infinite courage. , stay by your side for a long time." Ji Ting grabbed his hand, his eyes sparkling.
Frowning intermittently: "Why did your mood change so quickly?" Just now, she looked sleepy, but now she has infinite hope, and it seems that the sun is shining brightly in her mood.
"Because the misunderstanding has been resolved, I am naturally happy," Ji Hearing sighed, "Looking back on the past, it seems that even a small matter can become a big misunderstanding between us. It’s all my fault for not giving you enough sense of security.”
The spirit bond is a way to completely solve his insecurity. There is nothing more suitable than direct heart-to-heart communication. Although it is awkward for one's own mind to be peeped at, it is better than solving the misunderstanding between two people. It's not even worth mentioning.
The more Ji Ting thought about it, the more he felt it was appropriate, and immediately jumped off him, ran to the bed and began to meditate.
Frowning intermittently: "What are you doing?"
"Release part of your spiritual power to support me to form a bond with you." Ji Ting said simply.
Continued: "...Are you serious?" How many immortal couples dare not form a spiritual contract no matter how loving they are, because life is long and boundless, and no one knows that after thousands of years, people who have been together day and night will regret the day, , there is only one dead end.
"Naturally, I'm serious. I've lived longer than you, and I know better than you what a spirit deed is. I've said everything I need to say. Now I just want to prove with my actions that you have always been with me. Uniquely, I love you more than my life."
When Ji Ting said these words, his face was pale, without any hesitation. Her fearlessness fell in Dixuan's eyes, like a kindling that ignited the frost in his eyes.
Ji heard that he had been silent, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on meditating. When he was about to release his spiritual power, a big hand grabbed her wrist and forcibly interrupted the process. Ji Ting opened his eyes in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"You seem to have forgotten a question." Diana who had calmed down said lightly.
Ji Ting paused: "What's the problem?"
"When did I promise to marry you?" Dudu looked at her condescendingly.
Ji Ting: "..." Yes, she forgot about it. He is still angry with her, so it is so easy to marry her.
She was a little helpless: "Then, Your Highness the Demon King, how can you marry me?"
Duan was silent for a long time: "I need a change of robe."
"..."
"If there is no newly-made robe in the dowry, then I won't marry." After finishing speaking, he lay down next to her, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull her to lie down, "There is no rush about the deed, you need to raise her first." Let’s talk about your health.”
Ji Ting was lying beside him, and immediately asked after hearing the words: "Then if I make a robe for you, will you marry me?"
"Quiet, sleep." Diana didn't answer directly, but the roots of his ears gradually turned red.
Ji Ting knew his awkwardness the most, and after a smile, he settled the matter: "Then it's decided, I'll start sewing the new robes for you tomorrow, and it should be finished soon, so you can make some preparations during this time Don't wait for me to finish the preparations for the marriage, I don't want to wait for a second."
Duan Duan lay quietly on the side without saying a word, as if he was asleep. Ji Ting was not fooled, and said with a straight face: "Did you hear me, answer me."
"… Um."
Even if one becomes possessed by a demon, even if one becomes His Highness the Demon King who kills all directions, the fear of teachers in one's bones cannot be changed.
Ji Ting chuckled, and was about to get into his arms, but was carried away halfway through.
"Don't press my robe." Duan said solemnly.
Ji Ting: "...you didn't take it off, no, are you planning to wear it like this for the rest of your life?"
"When the new robe is ready, I will replace it myself."
"...Take it off." If he keeps wearing it like this, what is the difference between her and a widow
He continued to protest silently, obviously not wanting to take it off. Ji Ting leaned closer to his ear in desperation, and whispered in his ear: "If you take it off, I'll give it to you..."
He paused for a moment: "Really?"
"Of course it's true, take it off, it's so uncomfortable to sleep in." Ji Ting was helpless.
Duan immediately took off his robe obediently, folded it patiently and put it on the chair, and added a layer of enchantment on the robe. Ji Ting was speechless: "You and I are here, are you still worried about who will steal your clothes?"
"Just for peace of mind." After Duan finished speaking, the bed curtain fell down with a touch of his fingertips, covering both of them tightly.
After one night, Ji Ting was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms. He opened his eyes and habitually looked to the side. After seeing the interruption, he was stunned for a while and didn't react for a long time.
When she woke up, Diandu had already opened her eyes. Seeing the surprise in her eyes, she lowered her eyes and reached out to help her massage her arm.
"You didn't go to the main hall today." Ji Ting couldn't help but said.
He took a look at her continuously: "I have nothing to do today, so I don't need to go."
Ji Ting's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to be different from usual. To talk about the specific changes, I'm afraid we have to start from last night. Thinking of the vulgar words he said in his ear, Ji Ting's face turned red.
Why this sudden change? Could it be because she said yesterday that she wanted to get married? Ji Ting's heart skipped a beat, feeling distressed and fond of the much softened intermittent.
"Looking at what?" He continued to frown.
Ji Ting smiled: "I have to make sure that my thinking is right." After saying that, she got into the quilt, was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly darkened.
After messing around all morning, Ji Ting lay in Duan's arms contentedly, thinking of the birthmark that had obviously faded, he gradually began to care about it. What he wanted has always been simple, her unreserved love, but now the two of them have experienced too much, even if she held them all in front of him, I am afraid he would not believe it, but she proposed the spirit bond, this It was like showing him his heart, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
He didn't get up until noon, and the female officer took the medicine and waited aside, Ji Ting instantly grimaced, and after carefully looking at the teaser, he planned how to get rid of the bowl of medicine.
"I remember that when I went to pick these medicines for the first time, I offended the mountain god. I was almost buried in the landslide, and finally I escaped with all my breath." Duan said indifferently.
Ji Ting: "..."
What else can I say, drink it. Ji Ting took the bowl dryly, and drank the medicine in one gulp. Duan was quite satisfied, led her to sit down at the table, and watched her eat in person.
Ji Ting took a mouthful of rice to suppress the bitterness, and suddenly wanted to settle the score with him: "If the medicine is for my own good, why don't you give me candied fruit?"
"Xiangke, you can't eat anything that's too sweet." Duan replied very simply.
Ji Ting paused for a moment, and then realized that the meals he had here were all salty, and even the pastries were not very sweet. There was a little sweetness in her heart, a blush rose on her cheeks, she just felt that she loved him more today than yesterday.
And this feeling completely disappeared when the continuous force forced her to eat the second bowl of rice.
"It's too tight." Ji Ting pursed her lips.
Duan Duan looked at the food on the table expressionlessly, and after a long silence, he said lightly: "Ordinary people can't live in the devil world for a long time, so I bought these meals from the mortal world three times a day. The cook who cooks for you is now Already eighty years old, if he knows that his mind has been ruined like this..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Ting had already picked up the chopsticks and ate all the things he picked up, and continued to leave satisfied.
As soon as he left, Ji Ting supported the table and lay down on the soft couch, lazily rubbing his belly, like a well-fed cat. The female officer came forward with a smile: "Shangshen seems to be in a much better mood today."
Ji Ting glanced at her lightly, this glance made the female officer feel a little chilled, and hurriedly took a step back, not daring to speak anymore.
"You go down." Ji Ting raised his posture, still full of the majesty of the God, even without the suppression of spiritual power, the majesty alone can make people surrender instinctively.
The female officer hurriedly left, and she just relaxed. She has always known that the female officer tells the discontinuation of every detail of her daily life, and she doesn't feel disgusted by being stared at. It's just that the occasional chat with the female officer can be heard in the discontinuation, which is really happy. stand up.
She has no intention of gaining prestige, nor does she have any intention of changing the status quo, but she also has no intention of chatting with the female officer and others in the future. If there is anything, she should hold it back by herself, so as not to be spread all kinds of rumors again. Before the contract is concluded, she is afraid that there will be a misunderstanding because of some words.
Ji Ting turned over, looked at the dim sky outside the window, and took the rest of the brocade after he was full, planning to make a new robe for Xuduan. Although I am no longer interested in making clothes, but I have made so many pieces before, so I will be more or less proficient.
But no.
When the broken Tianjin brocade spread out on the ground, Ji Ting fell silent. After a long time, she called the person in charge of the warehouse, and after confirming that there was no Tianjin Jin, she sighed and told someone to go to the temple to get it.
So the people in the temple waited for Ji Ting for a long time, only waiting for the news of asking for Tianjin Jin. Hearing that it was Shangshen who wanted to sew clothes, a little fairy immediately burst into tears: "How could Shangshen usually worry about this, why did he suddenly want to sew clothes by himself? It must have been a miserable life in the Demon Realm." Bar."
As she said this, the eyes of the other little fairies also turned red, and a desolate scene filled their minds.
With blue veins on his forehead, Shang Lu gritted his teeth and went to the Devil Realm to settle accounts, but was stopped by the Fallen Immortal who rushed over: "Why are you going?!"
"I'm going to find Duan, how can he bully Master!" Shang Lu's eyes were red.
Fallen Immortal frowned: "What's going on?"
It's just that the person who was ordered by Ji Ting to get the Tianjin brocade trembled, and didn't dare to say a word, it was Xiao Xian'e next to you who told me everything I knew. The more Shang Lu listened, the more sad and indignant he became: "If it wasn't for the fact that Duan Duan couldn't even give a piece of clothes to Master, how could Master be able to make clothes by himself?!"
He didn't even have any clothes, let alone other things. The master was still seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would be tortured to death by continuous training.
"Nonsense! If Ji Ting is really that miserable, how can she order the high-level demons to do things for her!" Fallen Immortal reprimanded, took out the brocade from the Qiankun bag when Shang Lu was in a daze, and threw it back with a sneer. "These materials are mostly black and blue in heavy colors. Except for the ones that Dudu likes to wear, have you ever seen your master wear them?"
Shang Lu was stunned, and then suddenly wanted to cry: "Master Fallen Immortal means that he tortured Master to make clothes for him continuously?!"
"... How did your brain get so many chances?" The Fallen Immortal gave him a speechless look, and kicked the demon's knee, "Speak clearly, and if you dare to hesitate, I will kill you directly. "
High-ranking demons: "..." Why are people in the heavens so vicious? He really wants to go home.
Facing so many immortals, it was impossible to escape, so he could only explain with difficulty with his legs weak: "It wasn't His Highness the Demon King who forced him, it was Ji Ting Shangshen who wanted to make clothes for him."
"Impossible! Why hasn't Master done it before?" Shang Lu denied without thinking.
At this time, the god servant who had been silent in the corner said, "Maybe it's true. A few days ago, the demons sent back some small clothes for the gods. What humans do should be the beginning of God’s doing.”
"Why didn't you say it before?" Shang Lu looked at him.
The god attendant was silent for a moment: "I thought Diduan gave it to Yuanyuan." After all, Diduan is from the Demon Realm now, he was afraid that others would think too much, so he didn't say it.
Shang Lu was silent for a moment, and his anger subsided by half, but he still had some doubts about what this demon said.
"It's true, His Royal Highness the Demon King is very good at listening to Ji. He will accompany her every night, and now he is accompanied by three meals a day. I have never seen a person who is more patient than His Royal Highness the Demon King." The clan was careful to curry favor, thinking that he couldn't embarrass His Royal Highness the Demon King in front of Ji Ting Shangshen's natal family.
Shang Lu listened to his words, his eyes were full of complexities, and finally the Fallen Immortal waved his hand: "Okay, this is because you have misunderstood, and I don't want Ji Ting's temper to look good. In fact, I can't bear the slightest grievance. How can I allow it?" Continue to grind her, let it all go away."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally dispersed slowly, only Shanglu refused to leave. He is what the demons are most afraid of. Seeing him looking at him, he hurriedly hides from the fallen fairy. He feels that the six big eyes on the fallen fairy's face are quite friendly, so he can't help but say more: "If you two Don't worry about Ji listening to God, you can go to the magic palace some other day."
"Who is going to see her." The Fallen Immortal snorted disdainfully.
The demons smiled graciously: "If we don't go now, we will also go to the wedding banquet in a few days. God Ji Ting must be happy to see you..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt the expressions of the two people change. The demons who knew what they said wrong slipped away in an instant, leaving only the two stunned masters and apprentices.
"What did he say?" The Fallen Immortal was stunned.
Shang Lu blinked his eyes, then said in shock: "Master and Duan Duan are going to get married?"
Fallen Immortal: "..."
No matter how turbulent the two people's hearts were, Ji Ting got the Tianjin brocade according to the original plan anyway, so he continued to study and make the robe.
It's just that this time, although there are carrots - the wedding of the two - hanging in front of it, but after destroying several pieces of brocade in succession, Ji Ting, who had already lost interest in making clothes, felt that this matter was even more boring.
And in the boring state, the things made are quite unwatchable. After another failure, she threw the fabric on the ground in frustration, and the female officer looked at Tianjin distressedly: "The one that Shangshen made for His Highness the Demon King earlier was really good, why can't I make it this time?" ?”
"I don't know, the more I think about it, the more I feel a headache." Ji Ting sighed.
The female officer thought for a while: "Is it because Shangshen is not calm enough?"
"Not calm enough?" Ji Ting raised his head.
The female officer nodded: "Yes, when Shangshen was making clothes before, his brows and eyes were full of peace, but now he is all irritable, so this servant thinks, maybe it is because Shangshen is not calm enough."
Ji Ting thinks about it and thinks it makes sense. During this period of time, she has softened a lot, and she will come to accompany her whenever she is free. She always wants to stick with him, so she has much less time to make clothes.
Craftsmanship is something that can't be thrown away, it must be because the mind is not quiet enough. Ji Ting looked at the female officer seriously: "Go and tell His Highness, don't come to me until my robe is made."
Female officer: "..."
When Xuduan received this news, his complexion was cloudy and uncertain for a long time, and finally he only said "Got it". From this day on, he did not look for her again.
However, Ji Ting couldn't make a decent gown if the continuum couldn't come. After half a month of hard work, she found the continuation with a bitter face: "We may not be able to get married."
Teasel:"… "
Ji Ting sighed, and took out the fabric that already had a robe: "I don't know what's wrong, I've worked so hard, but what I made is still like rubbish, not even half of what you are wearing." Said To be ashamed, the first robe she made has been worn on him all the time. Fortunately, people with high cultivation level are not stained with dust, otherwise it would be really dirty to death.
Duan Duan looked at the crumpled ball in her hand, but couldn't tell that it was a century-old piece of brocade. If those silkworms knew about it, they would probably die of anger.
"Continuation..." Ji Ting's voice weakened.
Duduan glanced at her lightly: "Understood."
"You won't be angry, will you?"
"Won't."
Ji Ting stared at him for a moment, instantly relieved, and went back with her pickle-like ingredients.
The night break came, and she felt ashamed, so she used all her strength to serve him, and fell into a deep sleep after the end, and didn't wake up until dawn the next day.
When she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw Dixuan sitting at the table, she squinted for a while before struggling to get up, and was instantly surprised when she saw what Xuduan was doing: "Why do you..."
Hearing the movement, Dianduo looked at her. He still held the needle, thread and fabric in his hand. He seemed to have not slept all night, because the fabric had been cut into a robe shape, and it was being sewn bit by bit in his hands at the moment.
"If I don't help, won't I be unable to get married in this life?"
The author has something to say: Chuaner: I worry about marrying my wife every day
Tomorrow the grand finale will add a new world! Looking at the votes, it seems that there are more tyrants (if I count correctly, the comment area was drawn, and a friend posted more than 20 comments??), then let’s write about tyrants first. If there are no accidents in these worlds, it should be I can write, so don't worry hehehe