Li Fengliang's life is extremely regular.

But the good thing is that Sycamore is smart.

It only took her a day to figure out all the rules of his life.

On the morning of the third day.

She learned to give Li Fengliang a face wash.

She learned to grind, wash, and cook.

It was as if she had truly become a servant.

But she knew she was doing it for a purpose.

Her purpose is to find out the details of the rebel army in this Xuanwu City.

The good news is that Li Fengliang seems to trust her very much.

The bad news is that Li Fengliang doesn't seem to trust her that much.

His face was always calm, just like Luo Ning's calm expression on the top of the green mountain, knowing that he was going to die, was still extremely calm.

She's also annoying.

On the third day, Zhou Tu came.

Li Fengliang was going out of the city to greet him.

So she got up very early and prepared hot water for Li Fengliang to wash her face.

She wouldn't have done such a thing, but now she had to serve people.

Li Fengliang looked at her little red hands that were frozen and scalded by the cold wind and hot water, and frowned.

"How many times have I told you? I'll do this myself. ”

Wutong bowed his head and said, "But ......"

Li Fengliang frowned and said, "I have my own hands, you can't do these things yourself, how can you help me?"

Sycamore thought to himself that there really seemed to be some truth. But she thought about it again, thinking that she didn't give her a good face when she groveled to serve tea and poured water for Li Fengliang, and her resentment was unconsciously a little thick.

In Li Fengliang's outlook on life, he has always thought that women are extremely troublesome creatures.

Because their minds are so elusive.

He stared at Sycamore for a long time.

Then he finally sighed and said, "Since you want to do something for me so much, I have a torn tunic in my room, and you can go find some needle and thread to sew it on." ”

Wutong looked at him and said, "You are such a big general, you have torn a piece of clothing, and you just changed it and threw it away." ”

Li Fengliang said lightly, "This is the clothes my mother gave me, and I am reluctant to throw them away." ”

After he finished his last sentence, he turned around and left the county mansion and went to the city gate to pick up Zhou Tu.

......

Wutong angrily slammed the basin in his hand to the ground.

After a few moments, she calmed down again.

She shook her head and began to ask herself, "Why are you so angry?"

She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't come up with a reason.

She secretly told herself that the relationship between her and him was always one of using and being used.

Thinking so, Sycamore bent down and picked up the tub from the ground.

She went into the back room to find the coat that Li Fengliang said.

The tunic hung on the wall, a gray robe.

The robe looks extremely simple, but if Li Fengliang wears it on his body, it will give people a feeling of not being simple.

Her gaze fell on the needle and thread on the table that seemed to have been prepared long ago.

Her gaze fell on an extremely obvious opening in the robe.

Sycamore gently plucked the robe from the wall, then sat down at the table to sew the robe.

But her hand suddenly moved.

Because under her touch, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something else in the robe.

She reached out and touched it, and finally pulled out a dark yellow rune paper from one of the pockets inside the robe.

Her gaze fell on the rune paper, and her body trembled involuntarily.

She recognized what it was.

If she doesn't recognize it, then maybe no one in the world will recognize what it is.

That day, in the palace, she and Qin Boyi used two earth entry talismans at the same time to transfer the entire palace from the Heavenly Empire to the thirteenth mountain gate of Jianyuan.

How could she not recognize it?

This is something invented by Jian Yuan Yi Shuihan.

But the only two remaining ground charms in the world have been used just like that.

Now in Li Fengliang's coat pocket, there is a third one?

The touch coming from the hand is real, and the sycamore can also feel that this is definitely not a fake.

She took a deep breath.

So who is he?

He turned out to be a cultivator?

He is carrying a sword at his waist, is he also a sword?

Sycamore's body stopped shaking, but her hands were still shaking.

This discovery may be a very significant discovery for the Demon Sect.

And the value of a ground entry charm is even more unimaginable.

Even if a strong person like the Demon Lord is extremely tough and relies on his own means to travel thousands of miles, he will still suffer a lot of consumption.

So, if there is such a ground charm, what will it become?

This is a huge boost for the entire Demon Sect, or for the strength of the Demon Lord.

She could leave Xuanwu City with this rune paper now.

Because the value of this ground entry talisman is far more than how Li Fengliang plans to resist the enemy.

But the reason she trembled was not because of her agitation.

It's because she's a little hesitant.

What exactly are you waiting for?

She didn't know either.

But she just didn't want to tell the Demon Lord about it.

She wondered why she was feeling this way.

Do you want to stay here?

She didn't know.

It's been a long time.

Her face slowly calmed down with her hands.

She put the ground talisman back into Li Fengliang's pocket.

Everything was calm as if nothing had happened.

Her hand reached out.

A thread was picked out of the coil.

She began to sew needles.

She has held a hundred magic sticks in her hands, and has killed people, and she has killed many people.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that her hands were stained with blood.

But now she has to use these hands to sew clothes.

Undoubtedly, this is also a very laborious thing for her, who is very smart.

After a while, she was stumped by the sewing of needles.

Because her murderous hands are not worthy of this at all.

She would rather go to the street with a hundred magic sticks and shoot a few people to death than do such a thing.

After another unknown amount of time, she finally sewed the needle and began to sew clothes clumsily.

But soon, she was pricked by needles and her hands were so painful that she frowned.

Angry, she threw the dress on the table and stopped looking at it.

......

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The wind began to blow outside the window.

The north wind swept the unique cold of winter, as if it wanted to freeze people to death.

Li Fengliang stood calmly outside the window of the room, like a statue.

It turned out that he had been standing outside the window all along.

He knew everything in the room.

His hand pressed against his sword, as if frozen.

A wind blew a snowflake into his eyes.

Finally, he moved.

He turned around calmly.

Walk away with a light step.

He never looked into the room again.

If Wutong really ran out with the ground charm just now, would he have pulled out his sword?

He didn't know.

But when he heard the sound of Sycamore being annoyed by sewing clothes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show an imperceptible smile.

The winds between heaven and earth were very cold.

But at this time, it was like a spring breeze blowing on him.

Somewhat slightly warm.