Mu Xiyan felt that Ning Jingyuan was a little wrong, and she couldn't explain why it was wrong.

For example, now, she had just finished embroidering a red peony and was about to take a break, so she inadvertently turned around and looked at Ning Jingyuan thoughtfully.

"Instructor, you...... Is there something wrong?"

Ning Jingyuan looked away very naturally, and said in a steady tone, "It's okay." ”

Mu Xiyan stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and came to this set again, since she was released the pigeon that day, this kind of open-minded exploratory gaze has been staged from time to time, you ask him what is the matter!

"How are you controlling your power now?"

Mu Xiyan smiled with his eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, the tender yellow gauze skirt fluttered up, and the silver light flashed and the red line shot straight towards the tall and majestic figure.

Ning Jingyuan's eyelids lifted, the embroidery needle seemed to be pinched in the air, and the slender red thread at the end of the needle floated in the air and flew towards her.

The counterattack came quickly and violently, Mu Xiyan leaned back, the red thread brushed her cheeks and raised the scattered fine hair, she didn't expect Ning Jingyuan to stand there without fighting back to make a live specimen for her, so she took precautions early.

On her right-hand side is a blue box for embroidery needles, which are neatly stacked with embroidery needles of different lengths.

Mu Xiyan grabbed a handful of embroidery needles, threw them back, and the silver embroidery needles blew towards Ning Jingyuan like flowers, but he quickly turned around and ran out of the door.

There was a cold snort in the air, and he didn't see any movement from Ning Jingyuan, all the embroidery needles that were about to fall on him fell to the ground, and several embroidery threads of different colors in the dustpan next to the embroidery shed swam towards Mu Xiyan who had not yet reacted like a colorful swimming snake, trapping her firmly.

Mu Xiyan moved her shoulders, trying to stretch the embroidery thread that trapped her, woo woo woo~ I am so tired, why did she embroider for three months never know that such a small embroidery thread was so strong?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Mu Xiyan had given up struggling, his little nose and big eyes were wrinkled, and his intestines were blue.

What kind of style is she smoking, knowing that he can't do it, he still has to provoke, and if he wants to provoke, he has to wait until he has a chance to win!

couldn't wait for a reprimand, Mu Xiyan secretly opened one eye, the eyes under the long eyelashes were pure and bright, and he could see the edge at a glance. Ning Jingyuan's gaze deepened again, and the words in his mouth went around in a circle, and the words he said were very different from what he meant just now.

"Not bad. ”

Huh, hey!

Mu Xiyan opened her eyes, and Ning Jingyuan's figure was reflected in her black and white eyes, this was praising her......, right? Actually praised her?

Didn't he criticize her to death in the first two assessments? She once wondered if her potential test results were wrong, but he actually praised her just now?

Suddenly, Mu Xiyan gave birth to something called shyness for no reason, and the little face was full of apple powder, and the whole person became cute, and Ning Jingyuan took a rare look at it twice.

After a long while, Mu Xiyan returned to normal, and looked up expectantly and asked, "Instructor, do I still need to embroider again?"

Ning Jingyuan lowered his eyes, from this angle, Mu Xiyan's small face was even smaller, his pointed chin was particularly eye-catching, and then there were a pair of dark eyes.

These eyes are usually calm and resolute, but occasionally when they lack stamina, they are bored, and he rarely sees these eyes so lively and interesting.

Mu Xiyan was so hairy that he felt at the bottom of his heart, and that feeling came up again, without saying a word, he just looked at you quietly, leaving you without a trace. She couldn't stand this kind of meaningful gaze, so she simply twisted her head, looking helpless.

It is estimated that the meaning of this disgust is too obvious, Ning Jingyuan clenched his fist with one hand, covering his thin lips and the signature dry cough twice. "The flowers still have to be embroidered, but you don't have to focus on embroidering all day, I'll send you another training schedule starting tomorrow. ”

"Oh!" Mu Xiyan asked with an unchanged expression, "Then when can I stop embroidering?"

"Do you hate embroidery?" Ning Jingyuan's tone became serious.

Abhor?

Mu Xiyan thought about it for a while and shook his head: "I don't have an aversion to embroidery, it's just that I will always get tired of eating one thing for a long time, and embroidery is the same." ”

Ning Jingyuan was a little silent, what Mu Xiyan said evoked his long memory, training day after day, doing the same thing every day, as if he was abandoned by the whole world.

More than once he saw her talking to herself threading the needle, asking and answering.

A sigh echoed in his heart, his whole heart became sour, Ning Jingyuan sneered, and the astringent question had recovered into a steady, little adult-like wooden face: "Are you afraid of being alone?"

Mu Xiyan was confused when asked, she just wanted to change the way she trained, does this have anything to do with being afraid of a person?

Her silence was misunderstood by Ning Jingyuan as a tacit acquiescence, so he made up his mind in an instant, raised his arm, picked up Mu Xiyan and pressed her head, and said in a deep voice: "You work harder, when you can hold the needle in both hands and embroider two double-sided embroideries at the same time, I will let you out." ”

Mu Xi's face was twisted and crooked with the word "good" pressed back, and he could only watch as the saliva that flowed out of his mouth because he opened his mouth to speak stained the white shirt on his shoulders.

Amitabha, Mu Xiyan announced the Buddha's horn with a weak heart, she really can't be blamed for this, who let the culprit press her head, and even with a mouth to speak, saliva will flow down uncontrollably.

In fact, Mu Xiyan was thinking too much, Ning Jingyuan felt that his shoulders were already wet, but he thought that he had poked the tears of the villain, and he thought that this was Mu Xiyan's saliva.

In the end, I really don't know who thought too much!

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The warm sun was shining, the blue sky was as blue as a wash, the breeze shook the green leaves on the branches, and under the leafy trees lay a little girl in white clothes and red dresses.

The little girl's pink lips were white, and her cheeks were faintly red, as if she were asleep.

A few rays of sunlight shone on her milky white and tender face from the gaps between the branches and leaves, adding a few rays of brilliance, quiet and beautiful.

The leaves rustled, the girl's long eyelashes moved slightly, the silver light flashed on her fingertips, and a flying insect that maintained the posture of hula inciting its little wings landed on the yellow leaf that was missing a corner.

Judging from the silver needles that killed the corpse with one blow, it is not difficult to see that they were all poisoned by a person named 'Uncle Mu Xiyan'.

The spicy hand destroying insects was not moved by the 'shocking' underground, closed his eyes and concentrated, whether the fingertips flashed silver light, where the silver light went, it must have caused a panic in the flying insect world.