"Whoosh...stab"
... The shot hit. After practicing for the twenty-first time, Mu Qingxin finally found the feeling and continued to stab at the fluttering leaves.
After stabbing one place skillfully, change the position, then change hands...
Over and over again, use the embroidery needles... After shooting, use your mental power to pick up the embroidery needles one by one and continue... shooting.
After practicing for a while, Mu Qingxin put away the embroidery needle and took Feng Xian over. "Zheng" Mu Qingxin gently picked up a string with her fingers. She recalled the Echo Jue in her mind. She was now very skilled in using the embroidery needle. , she can shoot out the embroidery needle accurately and silently within a hundred meters.
But hasn't she tried how to condense the sound into a needle... shoot it out and wrap it with spiritual power
Mu Qingxin sat down cross-legged and began to study, playing the piano with both hands, and the sound in her ears spread.
Open up the mental power, wrap it around, slowly shrink it, wrap the sound in it, continue to shrink, shrink, shrink...
Playing Qingshen, the invisible notes flew into the distance like sharp blades, but they just took shape and disappeared not far away.
Mu Qingxin continued to play over and over again, condensing, and the notes formed and dissipated again and again...
"Boss, what is Old Eleven doing?"
"I don't know, I can't tell right now."
"Although I can't hear it, Lao Shiyi plays it very nicely!"
"It sounds good, it sounds good, I like it too!"
"Old Eleven is so awesome. The sound he makes is much better than the sound of our wings!"
"It sounds like I'm sleeping..."
Several sting wasps were far away from Mu Qingxin, waving their wings, staring at Mu Qingxin and discussing.
"Hey, what are you doing? Come on, I found a strange guy!" Lao Jiufei came back to inform his friends of his discovery, and found that his friends were all discussing Lao Eleven.
Lao Jiu stretched out his head and looked over. After looking for a long time, he said in horror, "Oh my, what is Lao Eleven doing? Are you going to cut down those trees?"
"..." The other nine Stinger Bees all looked at it. Are they blind? Old Eleven was clearly standing there without moving, so there was no need to cut down the tree! Lao Jiu is becoming more and more unreliable!
If Laojiu knew that everyone was thinking about it, it would definitely jump up and say, "You are the ones who are blind, you are all blind!!!"
Lao Jiu watched for a while and suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha, Lao Eleven is so stupid. He wants to chop down a tree. Every time the sword runs halfway, it's over. Stupid, stupid!" Lao Jiu looked disgusted. Shaking his head.
"...What's wrong with Lao Jiu?" The boss looked worriedly at Lao Jiu who was laughing and about to fall to the ground.
"I do not know…"
"Boss, is Lao Jiu stupid?"
"Well, it's possible..." The other sting wasps looked at Lao Jiu's appearance and nodded seriously. Lao Jiu had always been different from them. It was probably because he was stupid that he was different from everyone else.
When the group of sting wasps were discussing, Mu Qingxin had already noticed them, and had been hearing what they said. Maybe they were mentally connected, so their thoughts were directly transmitted to her mind.
Mu Qingxin heard Lao Jiu's words clearly. When she heard Lao Jiu say that she was cutting down trees, Mu Qingxin was still surprised. Afterwards, Mu Qingxin was shocked. She didn't expect Lao Jiu to do this. A sting wasp can actually see invisible spiritual power.
Thinking like this, Mu Qing wanted to give Lao Jiu a try. She stopped condensing the blade and started playing the charm... She once used the charm to lure the adult sting wasps. She wanted to see, Is Lao Jiu really different from other sting wasps
Lao Jiu, who was laughing loudly, suddenly stopped laughing and looked at his friends with a puzzled look on his face.
"Second Brother, what are you doing? Why are you eating that grass? Is there any food in the grass?" Lao Jiu watched the Second Brother chewing grass and was confused... Oh my god, can they eat grass too
"Ah, you actually lifted up a piece of earth as big as the boss. You, you... what are you doing?" Laojiu saw the boss lift the big piece of earth on the ground with all his strength. When he couldn't lift it anymore, he asked other friends to I went to carry it, and my friends actually agreed, and they all gathered around to lift the clods.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't tell me that you are going to move the dirt to the two of us, right? No! I protest!" Lao Jiu blocked the direction of everyone's flight. This is dirt. If you move it to your home, you won't return it. They have to destroy their home. Can they still live there in the future
"Stop, stop, stop, don't fly anymore, be careful, I'll hit you!" Lao Jiu was forced back by his friends... and then backed away again. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to their home, Lao Jiu was anxious. No.
"Boss, Second, Third, Fourth... What's wrong with you? Hey! Boss, wake up and look at me... Old Ten, stop flying..."
At this time, Lao Jiu finally realized that something was wrong. Why didn't everyone say anything, and they just kept flying forward, carrying this big clod of soil to their home. What was going on
Lao Jiu flew away from everyone, turned around, and saw something like a big white net covering everyone, and each friend was connected to a white thread.
"What is that?" Lao Jiu looked at the source of those white lines in horror, followed the white lines, and finally found the source.
"Old Eleven! It turns out it was you who did it!" Lao Jiu found out that the source of those white lines came from Old Eleven, and he was immediately angry.
Lao Jiu quickly flew to Lao Eleven and shouted loudly, "Old Eleven, stop now, stop now!"
Mu Qing continued to play with her hands. She just created a place for the sting wasps to bloom. They regarded the clods of soil they were moving as the largest, most fragrant and most beautiful flowers among the flowers, and they were working together to remove the clods. Move the flower back to your home, taste and smoke it...
Mu Qingxin looked at the anxious and weird look of the little guy in front of her, raised her eyes and looked at Lao Jiu, "How did you know it was me? Can you see it?"
"Isn't that nonsense! So many white threads come from you, look, isn't it? And this, this..." Lao Jiu pointed out the white threads that were pulling his friends one by one.
Mu Qing's heart was filled with turmoil. She stopped playing and looked at Lao Jiu in shock and surprise.
When Lao Jiu saw those white lines disappear, he quickly flew to his friends. Mu Qingxin's eyes followed Lao Jiu, thinking about Lao Jiu's ability. What kind of ability is this? Mutation
The several sting wasps that were carrying the soil to the house stopped when their confusion stopped, and looked blankly at the home in front of them and the soil in their hands.
"What the hell, why did I move a pile of rubbish to our house?" Lao Qi was the first to come to his senses.
"Why do we need to move this rubbish?"
"Boss, boss, what's wrong with us?" All the sting bees looked at the stunned boss beside them in confusion.