"It's not a purse!" Pang Maimai's face darkened.

What was Zhao Qianxing thinking?

Aside from the style, how can there be such a small, two-knuckle-sized purse!

No, the question is why do you want to give him a purse?

Did he feel that he couldn't give any decent gifts, so he sewed him a purse to make up the money? I am not a young girl in the mortal world, what kind of purse do I give to young men!

"This is my own refining, not a very high-grade thing, you know, I am only in the qi induction period, and I don't even have the three flavors of true fire, but I have done it for a long time and put a lot of thought into it, if you want to be picky for a while, I won't take it out, just because I haven't given anything." Pang Maimai's tone was dry, and he said ugly things in front.

Zhao Qianxing's tone was lazy, but he always felt that there was a kind of stupidity in it, and replied "I know".

Pang Maimai made a straight face, and reluctantly took out the twelve drunken dream green needles.

It's really unpleasant to give away the things she has carefully made, and she has to face the situation of being ridiculed and belittled at any time, but she can't help but give gifts.

Zhao Qianxing listened to her detailed introduction to the raw materials, uses and usage methods of the homemade drunken dream green needle, and felt that sometimes it made her feel ordinary and sometimes felt a little ...... Maybe it can be called vulgar...... 's face slowly grew full of brilliance.

Maybe because of Pang Maimai's ragged and dirty appearance when they met for the first time, he had to make a very generous, very beautiful and feminine gesture, which made his first impression very bad, Zhao Qianxing knew that he had always been a little too aimed at Pang Maimai.

I don't know if it's because of that specialness, he always likes to pay attention to her, and then often feels that she is really a vulgar woman: pretending to be gentle and dignified and strong, but in fact she is delicate in her bones, the most annoying thing is that she knows that she can be regarded as a beauty, and likes to use her female identity to obtain convenience and benefits, looking at others with her eyes and veins, speaking softly or something, this kind of thing is easy to do to men and women!

It's not that he hasn't met such a woman, she is generous and gentle on the surface, but in fact she is definitely not the master of peace, and a woman who is not shy about looking at men like that.

She will never be so gentle and calm in her bones, graceful and generous, but she is just using this appearance to seek benefits for herself!

Zhao Qianxing was annoyed by her, and even more annoyed why she wanted to waste time on such a woman, so her attitude was naturally not good.

But now he has to admit that the brilliance on Pang Maimai's face at this moment is very moving, very serious, and very ...... Authentic.

At least, she really likes refining.

Moreover, this small needle, which she called the drunken dream blue needle, also made him slightly moved.

This acupuncture refining method was created by her, Zhao Qianxing is not a refiner, but she also knows that it is not easy to create her own refining method, her clogs and the hairpin before were also created by her, but in Zhao Qianxing's opinion, although it is chic and exquisite, it is just a little girl's thing after all.

This needle is different, the method of isolating the power of the medicine...... She was able to figure it out on her own...... I'm afraid it's really remarkable.

This woman has only been cultivating for less than four years! Not even the three flavors of real fire!

Her talent for refining weapons is really extraordinary. I'm afraid it's much higher than her spiritual root talent!

He stared down at her, listening to her talk.

Face her for the first time.

At this time, Pang Maimai did not have anything to disgust him again.

It was also the first time that Zhao Qianxing admitted in his heart that this woman, who had always been only a mortal woman in his mind, might one day become a strong person.

After Pang Maimai finished speaking, he stuffed the thing to Zhao Qianxing, Zhao Qianxing took out the twelve thin needles that had no treasure and looked like pine needles, held them in his palm, and was silent for a while, he said, "This thing is very useful." ”

Pang Maimai was still waiting for his mean words, still thinking about what he might be picky about, and how he would respond in order to keep his self-esteem and not lose the field...... Suddenly, when I heard him say such a bland but full of positive affirmation, I was stunned for a moment, and I was so excited that I couldn't speak.

Zhao Qianxing raised his eyes to look at her and said, "You've been doing this recently, so you're absent-minded, right?" ”

I'm not absent-minded, I'm just tired! Pang Maimai thought to himself. However, her face was hot, and she just nodded slightly, trying not to let Zhao Qianxing see that she was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Qianxing was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I always forgot that you are a refiner, not a female sword cultivator. ”

Zhao Qianxing would actually say I'm sorry!

Pang Maimai was shocked.

But what does he mean by that? Is it irony that he used to think too highly of her or what......

Pang Maimai found himself a little confused.

"You should keep it for yourself," Zhao Qianxing continued, "it will be more useful to you than to me, and maybe it will save your life sometime." Although he said this, Zhao Qianxing still held the cluster of small needles in his palm, and did not mean to return it.

Pang Maimai was simply flattered, although she also knew that her work this time was very good, but she didn't expect to get such a serious and high positive evaluation from Zhao Qianxing, and she stammered for a while: "Ah, that...... I actually left some ...... myself."

"Oh," Zhao Qianxing suddenly became cold, "That's good." ”

Pang Maimai didn't understand why this Jindan real person's temper changed so much, but she was very sensitive to things like atmosphere and scenes, and it was easy to find that she was afraid that she might not have any intention of provoking him again, and sighed secretly, Pang Maimai had to change the topic by herself: "Are you ready for the Jindan ceremony tomorrow?" Will there be a lot of people? Isn't that interesting? She tried to say in a cheerful tone.

"That," Zhao Qianxing said lightly, "Naturally, someone from the sect will organize it, so I don't have to worry about it...... Surely it won't be too embarrassing...... What's there to say about this kind of thing? ”

What is there to say? You're too headstrong, aren't you? Isn't it your once-in-a-lifetime ceremony? has a passer-by face, but he still wants to take the cold and arrogant route, which is really not a good match!

Pang Maimai secretly vomited, but said with a smile on the surface: "I haven't seen it, of course I'm curious." ”

Zhao Qianxing lowered his eyes and looked at her with disdain but a little pity: "Yes, you have only been in the house for a long time, and you haven't seen the lively ......" He said a little lazily, "I will leave you a good place for good food and fun......"

She really couldn't make Pang Maimai cheer and say something like "Brother Qianxing, you're so good", so her cheerful and naïve style couldn't continue, so she could only nod seriously and said, "Thank you." ”

Zhao Qianxing waved his hand: "You go back, it's not early, go back and sleep, don't meditate, sometimes sleep is more natural and comfortable than meditation to restore divine consciousness." ”

Pang Maimai nodded in agreement. Zhao Qianxing is a Jindan real person, so she can naturally see that her divine sense is overused and a little depleted, although his opinion is not the mainstream view of the cultivation world, but Pang Maimai agrees with it.

After dealing with him all night, Pang Maimai was very tired, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye, so he only said "Then I'll go back" and hurried away.

Well, it's almost time to do the sub, so let's go back and sleep quickly after finishing the cultivation of the sub.