On the other side, Bo Zijin also sewed the gap, and Mr. Ba looked clumsy on this matter, but his craftsmanship was not bad.

Bo Zijin repaired the shoes three times, although the needle and thread were not tight, and the lines were also sparse and different, but at least they were sewn.

At this time, the hedgehog walked to the foot of the flower road, holding the beige boots and kept scratching.

"It turns out that there are still hidden levels~" Hua Lulu smiled lightly and waved his hand to let Bo Zijin continue.

Although there was no verbal communication, Bo Zijin also understood Hua Lulu's gestures.

He climbed down the vamp and pulled the dusty laces to the top.

Bo Zijin: What is this for?

Yuan Qingli's face was full of doubts.

I saw Bo Zijin stretching his shoelaces around his waist, and then jumped down.

"Sister, the hedgehog said that you have to sew the insole to pass the test."

As soon as Hua Lulu finished speaking, he heard the sound of retching coming from his boots.

Enlarged by the cuff of the shoe, fluttering around.

"It seems that the insoles of giants are extremely lethal, sister, or you will sign this contract, and I will help you pass the test." The flower road is good and seductive.

Yuan Qingli didn't react.

"Sister, you are so clean and beautiful, don't mix with the stinky insoles, in case you faint inside, it's not good."

"Sister, you gasp when you say two more words, are you tired of saying so much this time?" Yuan Qingli was too lazy to look at her, and also pulled a piece of shoelace and tied it around her waist.

The cyan slightly loose cheongsam is tightened, showing the slenderness of the waist.

Hanalulu's chest rose and fell more violently, and he didn't know if he was angry or panting.

Yuan Qingli put on the mask given by Lu Xingyun before, carried the sword in one hand, and was about to jump off.

But at the moment of jumping, Yuan Qingli squinted and glared, and his face was full of anger.

Because, the flying sword in his hand shattered into a little starlight and disappeared into nothingness.

In the end, it appeared in the hands of Mu Yingshan.

Mu Yingshan's face at this moment can be described as distorted.

For many years, as a powerful sword immortal, how could he have suffered such grievances.

His sword, even more so.

It has always been heaven and earth, descending dragons and tigers and turning clouds and rain.

Today it turned out to be a handful - embroidery needle?

Excalibur has a spirit, and it was already expressing its dissatisfaction before.

If it is used to embroider the insole, it is no less than ruining its reputation and trampling on its dignity!

"Mu Yingshan." Yuan Qingli's voice was flat, but it was threatening.

The green-robed young man also did not compromise: "Sword cultivation is not subject to this humiliation. ”

Yuan Qingli promised: "After I use it, I'll take eight hundred and ten baths on it, the kind that soaks in the rose bath, and then sprays some blue scumbag incense, how about it?" Spend a lot of money to clean the incense. ”

After listening to this, Mu Yingshan almost didn't vomit blood.

He stared at Yuan Qingli with an incredulous gaze: "Do you know that if it is doing needles and repairing other people's insoles today, how can he hold his head up in the spirit sword?" ”

Yuan Qingli understood Mu Yingshan and his sword, but she couldn't empathize.

If they don't make it up, the game will fail, and they may die!

The countdown is still going on, and there is not much left.

"One defeat, two lives, a sword, this is what you want?" Yuan Qingli rushed to Mu Yingshan with a stride, quickly grabbed his wrist, and was about to grab the sword.

Mu Yingshan dodged, his black eyes were full of anger, as if he had a heart with the sword spirit, and the sword flew out of his palm.

Burst into a burst of light.

The sword was uncontrollable and swung downward.

Slashed out a terrifying sword aura.

The boots that Yuan Qingli is in charge of.

Cracked, torn apart.

It is no longer possible to make up for it.

The cheongsam girl slowly lowered her eyes, and she stepped on her little white shoes and slowly walked towards the long sword.

The long sword that was about to return to the master's hand suddenly felt bad, and the sword body was held directly by a delicate hand.

Ignoring the blade cutting through the delicate palm.

Holding it, he also held it with the other hand, and made a breaking motion.

The sword spirit was horrified, and frantically called for Mu Yingshan.

Mu Yingshan looked at Yuan Qingli, who was silent, and was shocked that he couldn't move.