After returning to Xianshui Pavilion with the third uncle, Qian Qiao ran back to the room and began to conceive on paper.

Qianqiao knew that her knowledge was limited, and she needed to learn from her third uncle in many places.

So this time she created her own spell, she would first talk about the idea with the third uncle, and then ask what needed to be improved.

This thought was three hours, writing, drawing, altering and deleting, and even dealing with two bites casually for lunch.

In the end, Qian Qiao drew up a spell, and he was named a waste, so he borrowed the name of Jin Lingshu and named it Jin Lingsi.

As the name suggests, Jin Lingsi condenses spiritual power into silk threads, which are flexible and not easy to break when thick, and can be used for binding, and sharp and not easy to be noticed, which can be used for combat and sneak attacks.

Qianqiao said that she was very satisfied, sure enough, she was the most suitable for lewd development, and the front was not suitable for her, so after packing up the paper, Qianqiao decided to go out to ask the third uncle for advice.

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"Knock knock..."

"Third uncle, Qianqiao has come to ask for spells. ”

"Enter. ”

This is the first time Qianqiao has come to the third uncle's room, and after knocking on the door first, she waited for the third uncle to agree before pushing the door in.

"Third uncle, this is me..."

Qian Qiao walked in and lowered her head to sort out the order of the drawings in her hand, but she was stunned when she looked up.

I saw that the man in front of him did not tie his hair, and his long hair like a waterfall was scattered on his body at will, and there were droplets of water dripping from his hair.

He was wearing a dark tulle blouse, a slightly damp white undershirt, and a slightly messy placket on his chest, revealing his delicate collarbones and looming strong pectoral muscles.

“！！！！！”

Qianqiao guessed that the third uncle was afraid that he was not bathing just now, what is going on with this picture of a bathing beauty, not good, the nosebleed is going to come out!

"Three, third uncle, I'm bothering you, I, I'll go out first..."

Qianqiao's cheeks flushed, and she immediately covered her nose, obviously she was used to seeing topless men on the beach in her previous life, why did she have a nosebleed just by seeing it now.

Qian Qiao secretly performed a cleansing technique on herself, used her spiritual power to stop the nosebleed, and kept silently reciting in her heart: color is emptiness, and emptiness is color.

"It's all right, bring the drawings. ”

Nangong Wenqing didn't realize how attractive his appearance was at this time, so he sat down at the table casually, stretched out his hand and motioned for Qianqiao to give him the drawings.

"Oh, okay. ”

Seeing that the parties didn't care, Qianqiao took a deep breath, packed up her mood and sat down next to the third uncle, and began to explain the drawings.

When I taught the Thousand Buckwheat Spell before, the distance was not as close as it is now, and the faint fragrance of Qingya Orchid floated into Nangong Wenqing's nose.

This time, it can be determined that it came from Qianqiao's body, and I don't know what kind of incense she used, it smelled so good.

Nangong Wenqing turned his head to look at the girl's quiet side face, her eyelashes flew up and down, her cherry lips were closed one by one, and her fair skin was flawless, like Uncle Qi's recent Xue Mei Niang, I don't know if the taste is as sweet, thinking of this, I unconsciously slowly approached...

"Third uncle?"

Qian Qian saw that the third uncle had not spoken, thinking that he had not understood, and when he turned his head, he saw a magnified beautiful face of the prosperous world.

Damn, if you look so good-looking, do you want others to live, it's still so perfect at such a close distance.

Qianqiao was very unhappy, but before she could be unhappy for long, she saw the third uncle's face getting closer and closer.

Qian Qian was startled, and immediately retreated, holding down the pounding chest, the distance between the two was so close, the little heart couldn't bear it.

Qian Qian looked at Nangong Wenqing in front of her in disbelief.

"Third uncle, is there something on my face?"

"Nothing..."

Nangong Wenqing came back to his senses, and after sitting up straight, his brows furrowed slightly, not understanding why he wanted to get close to Qianqiao just now.

"Ahem, then I'll continue..."

Seeing that the third uncle was back to normal, Qianqiao didn't take the matter to heart.