Ji Qianyu glanced at her quietly, and then saw the piece of paper she was holding in her hand, and when she was caught, she said without blushing and without a heartbeat, "You have seen a few demon beasts who can write." ”

Mu Kite couldn't help but smile a little in her heart when she looked at her appearance, but she tried her best to hold the expression on her face and said unhurriedly, "My demon beast will naturally do." ”

Ji Qianyu immediately said without thinking: "Don't you think I can write?" At this moment, her reaction was extremely fast, and she only reacted after a few seconds after she finished speaking.

She was a little overwhelmed at first, how could she just say what was in her heart, and then she thought facelessly, did she make a dignified bird her demon beast or did she climb high?

Who knew that Mu Yuge shook her head, and the expression on Ji Qianyu's face suddenly changed, she bit her lip without force, but listened to her, "When will the review be written, when will I talk about it." ”

She suddenly raised a smile, nodded her head, and then decisively put down the spirit fruit in her hand, and happily wrote a review.

The conversation between the two was not long, no more than three minutes, but during this period, Meng Xuanlin felt that after a century, there was some sweat in his palms, and even his sitting posture was a little straighter.

"Why hasn't the master come ......to me yet?"

He has countless broken thoughts in his heart, and he still has to write a serious review on the surface.

"But it's hot, why do you sweat so much?" When Mu Kite Ge walked over, the first thing I saw was that the sweat on his neck was falling drop by drop, and soon the entire placket was soaked.

She pulled a handkerchief out of her sleeve and handed it to him.

There was nothing embroidered on this handkerchief, Meng Xuanlin was a little strange in the previous life, but later I found out that such a perfect person as Shizun could even cook with good colors, but there was no way to do this needlework.

Meng Xuanlin in the previous life knew about it by chance when she saw Mu Kite Ge sewing materials, she had refined a good protective gear, but even the stitches were crooked when sewing patterns.

At that time, Meng Xuanlin suddenly enlightened, "Master, I'll help you." ”

That is, since then, his female popularity is even more superb than the skills of the embroidery girl who wants to be offered to the middle and upper parts of the capital, it is worth mentioning, and since then, the handkerchiefs of the wooden kite song have been sewn by Meng Xuanlin's hands.

Now seeing the handkerchief embroidered by Shizun, he couldn't help but have the idea of collecting it, he thought so.

He folded the handkerchief and pretended to wipe it between his neck, when in fact there was no contact at all, and then calmly put the pocket on his lining.

In the heart of this place, there was only a layer of cloth separated by a layer of fabric, and he could feel the faint fragrance penetrate the tip of his nose and reach his heart.

Wood Kite looked at the sweat still dripping from his neck, and then at the place where the handkerchief had been put away.

She used her divine sense to rummag through the bag, but she didn't find any extra handkerchief in it, she thought about it, and tore off a layer of fabric directly from the lining of her robe and wiped it for him.

This is what Guan Li saw from Guan Li when she was in Guanshan Mountain Village, and Guan Li used her own clothes to wipe the two children.

In her opinion, raising an apprentice is not much different from raising a child, since it is okay to raise a child, then raising an apprentice can also do the same.

After she wiped off the sweat for Meng Xuanlin, who was a little stiff, she destroyed the fabric.

Then Mu Kite looked at the light outside and began to worry about whether it would be too dark, she added a lamp for the two of them and then retired.

If it were usually Ji Qianyu's "old monsters", there would definitely be no less, but at this time, she was writing the table like a hormone.