Chapter 120: Weeping Sleeves

Unsettled, his needle was like the most difficult thing in the world to do, and it was extremely tormenting.

The thread stumbles, and the end of the thread produces thin miscellaneous whiskers, many strands.

He was so irritable that he just wanted to sigh, his heart, he didn't know how much more sorrow there was, his body tilted, trying to widen his eyes, and his mood was almost crazy.

"What kind of pinhole is this!"

The delicate embroidery needle, which flew flexibly and lightly, he regretted it.

I was out of breath and sweating in front of my eyes.

Xuan Zhongshi is still not sure, where is the pinhole?

His heartbeat was also surprisingly fast, and the whole person had a feeling of fluttering immortals, and in his brain, too, the brain circuits were messed up.

"Whirring" is the sound of the girl's breathing.

He smiled bitterly, and immediately stopped moving, and his heart calmed down like water.

The girl's body was beside him, inexplicable, her eyes were blooming, and she was panicked in her heart, and she only felt that it was a kind of irony.

Irony is sadistic.

As for that agreement, Xuan Zhongshi couldn't ask for it, and now that he got it, it made him nervous.

Not to mention the jaw sky.

She lay on her stomach for a long time in the endless darkness, holding the needle with one hand, and then she began to make a subtle sound, and began to sew and mend the missing clothes on her body.

She is extremely relieved, wrapping her fingers around the soft to soft, and overcoming the rigid with softness.

The sound of dogs and horses is better than passing by.

He sat upright, holding a white skirt in his hand.

The needlework became a little elf, happy and cheerful, and quickly flew and shuttled.

And the corners of his lips showed a smile of arrogance.

The whole person is full of self-confidence, and although he has become a prisoner, the girl has changed him.

"Uh-huh", the sword king, who had been peeking from the side earlier, retracted the screen and glanced at the cooling water on the desk.

"They're on the show."

Helpless.

The Sword King instantly raised his eyelids, and his voice was so firm.

"No, later, wait for them to ask for it."

His voice was sharp, and after Xuan Zhongshi mended the girl's clothes, the whole person was relieved.

Her clothes, on the contrary, were reinforced by herself.

Moreover, her expression was calm, and when she mended herself, she looked forward to it and stood still.

The fine and dense stitches stained his fingertips, and the punctured blood droplets were blurred, and the blood color was lightened a lot by water.

"Girl."

He called softly and gently, meaning worry and reassurance.

He aimed at the girl, and his slight breath fell into Jaw Tian's ear.

"Ahh

Jaw Tian lay on the ground in a daze, white clothes on the ground, like water and snow.

The magnificent blood color disappeared, and half of the tricolor grass had been used as a good medicine and applied to the back of the jaw.

Her body just came lightly, shyly and timidly, she opened her eyes, still attached to the scene just now.

The gentle breath was everywhere, and the young man in front of her was mending her clothes, concentrating on wearing needles, and there were thousands of thoughts between her eyebrows.

In front of her was also his clear side face.

"Ah, why did you lie down?"

The young man in front of him, because of her angle, his face was a little rotated and exaggerated.

Jaw Tian naturally asked, and Xuan Zhongshi's face was slightly red.

"I'll help you, when I mend your clothes, I go back and forth, and I wear stitches a dozen times, and your white dress becomes like this. Do you like it? ”

"You--"

Jaw Tian's eyes were in a mood, her pink lower lip was bitten, and her voice cast a faint shadow.

Do you want to thank him for once?

Xuan Zhongshi wanted to cheer pleasantly, and he looked at Jaw Tian with a smile.

"You're different from before."

She tilted her head and asked cutely.

"What's wrong?"

What Xuan Zhongshi had just conceived for a long time did not come to fruition.

He was shaken by the girl's question, and for a while in addition to spoiling, there was also anger.

"You've been nice to me--"

Her eyes sparkled with intoxicated temperature, and her voice was sweet and delicate, becoming more and more moving.

Xuan Zhongshi was stunned.

Somewhere in my heart, all of a sudden, it runs through.

Because of the girl, he won't share the girl with others.

Her expression is innocent and lovely, and she is beautiful.

Xuan Zhongshi is afraid that she is highly poisonous arsenic, which is on a par with honey, but it is two opposite extremes.

Will he sink because of her? And the fallen?

"Okay, give her a glass of water."

His voice grew louder, and Jaw Tian tugged at his sleeve slightly.

"Drink it."

She licked her lips, there were blood stains on them that had not dried, they were still wet, and when she licked them, the smell of blood was all over her mouth.

She wanted nothing but wanted him to get the "pay" he deserved.

"You are a maiden, and I have no right to infringe on your rights."

Xuan Zhongshi called, and behind the crooked corridor, there was the sound of footsteps.

The water here is not unlimited, he spent three days here, and he didn't even have a sip of water to moisten his throat, and his voice could be kept moist all the time, which is already rare.

Jaw Tian sat up on her own, and she quickly turned her head to look, because she would be ashamed of herself when she was face to face with Xuan Zhongshi.

The sound of "rustling" footsteps, Jaw Tian looked at the depth with interest, her eyelids jumped, she was a person she didn't know.

Enemy.

Her first feeling told her that this was definitely nothing else, and this casually mentioned it directly to the girl's heart.

"Who is this? Why, on his body, there is the breath of a magic weapon. ”

The voice is delicate and small, and the jaw is here, and I also feel that this is not a good person.

Her voice hit the nail on the head, but it was aggressive, and it sharply ripped off the face of the Sword King.

Whoever comes, it is the king of the sword.

The sword king who wants to save face, he has long been alone, and the pair of brothers, they don't know where they went.

But he had a flattering smile on his face.

Ignoring the horror of the snake cave, the voice of the Sword King stood on the commanding heights, looking at the mountains at a glance.

The sound of "hoop", he came "around the bush", and his body was like a gust of wind, blowing over and blowing over.

The extremely dexterous body, which brings up smoke and dust, is all the dirt in the prison.

The ground which is stained, and the wall which is very dirty are more.

Walking to the end of the first floor, there are young boys and girls in front of me, and they are in love, and they are more and more ear-burning.

Holding the water bowl, his steps are Shi Shiran, and his body is like a wheel, turning in a "crunching" manner, reluctant to give up day and night.

Soon arrived at the front of the jaw sky.

"Shhhh

Jaw Tian pretended to be very natural, frowned, and lowered his voice.

"Why don't you ask for it."

"Is there one?"

Jaw Tian's eyes had already widened, and in front of him was the sword king, the eyebrows were the most special place, and under the thick black cover, a special texture was produced.

He gripped the edge of the bowl in his hands, leaning forward with urgency.

And the next moment, a flash of endless light appeared in Xuan Zhongshi's eyes.

His meaning, which produced jealousy, was quickly drowned out.