"Father-in-law, I'm sorry, what if Miss Ben doesn't know these things?"

Xi Muling's sleeves flicked slightly, and her voice was faint as if it was above the morning glow, and no one understood the disdain in her words, but it was another discordant voice:

"Then dare to ask the girl, what will she do?"

If the words weren't so sarcastic, maybe it could be just that, if the attitude wasn't so arrogant, maybe it could be just that, if the voice wasn't from her, maybe it could be just like that!

But I'm sorry, now that she's in a bad mood, Xi Muling's anger soared instantly, and her slightly deep voice slowly came out with a faint chuckle:

"What will be? Huh, what will be? I'll tell you what I'll do now? ”

The voice changed from low to sharp, Xi Muling squinted slightly and stared at Qi Wanlin for a moment, the cold light in her black eyes was revealed, and a touch of murderous intent appeared in the corner of her eyes!

The corners of Nan Zhulang's eyes sank, and the hand holding the wine glass tightened suddenly, daring to move a murderous aura in front of him? Look for death!

Xi Muling only had Qi Wanlin in her eyes at this time, only to see her left hand gently exerting force, the nearest embroidery frame had begun to shake gently, and in a second, the wide water cloud sleeves were like a breeze blowing on her face, like a spring breeze blowing willows!

Suddenly, I only heard a "whoosh", and a row of embroidery needles flew towards Qi Wanlin's front door neatly and densely!

This sudden change made everyone in the hall hold their breath and stared with wide eyes, full of confusion!

The blood on Qi Wanlin's face began to fade, and the aura that was on the verge of death suffocated her!

Quiet, surprisingly quiet!

"What are you doing? Take back your anger, break my game, this king will make your life worse than death! ”

The sound of Nan chasing Lang suddenly sounded in his ears, like the edict of the fallen angel Satan!

Nan chased Lang to transmit the sound into the dense, red. A naked warning, this arrogant woman dared to disobey a little, and he swore to break her body to pieces on the spot!

The spring breeze blows, like thousands of wisps of light, and in an instant, it takes away all the haze in winter!

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and a smile welled up on his face, it turned out that he was paying attention to himself!

Xi Muling knew in her heart that this was the royal family of the Houge Dynasty, she must not cause trouble for him, and besides, she just wanted to scare Qi Wanlin, who called her so short-sighted?

Now that the purpose has been achieved, the right hand is separated by a backspin, and the row of embroidery needles is like an eye!

In front of Qi Wanlin, she simply crossed a graceful arc, changed her direction independently, and flew back!

Count her long eyes!

Nan Zhulang's hand holding the wine glass was loose, he didn't want to fall out on such an important occasion, especially since this woman was brought into the palace by him, and when she left the palace, he would definitely want her to look good!

The people in the audience had different thoughts, but the people on the stage seemed to be unaware, only to see that the silk threads of various colors on the embroidery frame automatically penetrated into the pinhole without traction, and as Xi Muling's ten fingers of his hands kept flying up and down, the embroidery needles wearing silk threads were also shuttling back and forth on the embroidery cloth!

With the needle as the pen and the thread as the ink, just a few back and forth, a chrysanthemum to slightly outline, the golden chrysanthemum that should be golden because of the mixed with various colors of silk thread looks incomparable.

Xi Muling raised her eyebrows, her face turned, she held her breath and concentrated, and her fingers shook lightly in the air!

The embroidery frame with a length and width of more than three zhang and the embroidery cloth was magically erected, and the five fingers picked up a few embroidery needles, and the whole person shuttled between the front and back of the canvas, which is a stunning picture!

The purple chiffon skirt is neither smart nor bewitching, but the graceful posture and the three thousand green silks dancing in the wind make people can't take their eyes off it like a landscape painting splashed with ink!

Nan Zhulang looked at the people on the stage and put the wine glass to his lips and forgot to take it off, and it took a long time before he slowly regained his look, this woman really has some ability!

A series of eye-catching movements can easily make everyone ignore the suffocating scene just now, as if the suffocation is just a joke!

Towards the end, Xi Muling looked in the direction of Nanchai Lang!

Just as she wanted to withdraw her gaze, in an instant, her inquiring eyes collided with a pair of seemingly sadistic eyes at the next table!

Just a gentle brush, and then look closely, those eyes disappear.

Doubts came to my heart, who was the owner of those eyes?