On the other side, Bo Zijin also sewed up the gap. Boss Ba seemed clumsy about this matter, but his craftsmanship was not bad.
Bo Zijin repaired the shoes three times. Although the needles and threads were of different tightness and the thickness of the threads were different, at least they were sewn properly.
At this time, the hedgehog walked to the foot of Hualu Road, holding his off-white boots and scratching them.
"It turns out there are hidden levels~" Hualulu smiled slightly and waved his hand for Bo Zijin to continue.
Although there was no verbal communication, Bo Zijin also understood Hualulu's gestures.
He crawled along the top of the shoe, pulling on the dusty laces to reach the top.
What is Bo Zijin doing?
Yuan Qingli's face was full of doubts.
Bo Zijin stretched his shoelaces and tied them around his waist, then jumped down.
"Sister, the hedgehog said that you have to sew the insoles of your shoes to pass."
Just as Hualulu finished speaking, he heard the sound of retching coming from his boots.
It was magnified by the shoe collar and fluttered everywhere.
"It seems that the giant's insoles are very lethal. Sister, why don't you sign this contract and I will help you pass the test." Hualulu followed the instructions.
Yuan Qingli had no reaction.
"Sister, if you are so clean and beautiful, don't mix in the smelly insoles. It would be bad if you faint in there."
"Sister, you gasp for breath after saying two more words. Are you tired of saying so much this time?" Yuan Qingli was too lazy to look at her, so she pulled off a piece of shoelace and tied it around her waist.
The slightly loose cyan cheongsam is tightly tightened, making the waist even more slender.
Hualulu's chest rose and fell more violently, and he didn't know whether he was angry or out of breath.
Yuan Qingli put on the mask given by Lu Xingyun earlier, held the sword in one hand, and was about to jump.
But at the moment of taking off, Yuan Qingli glared sideways, her face full of anger.
Because, the flying sword in his hand shattered into dots of starlight and disappeared.
Finally, he appeared in the hands of Mu Yingshan.
Mu Yingshan's face at this moment can be described as distorted.
After so many years, as the all-powerful swordsman, he had never suffered such grievances.
His sword is even more so.
It has always been heaven and earth, subduing dragons and subduing tigers, turning clouds and rain.
Today it turned into an embroidery needle?
The Divine Sword has spirit and had already expressed its dissatisfaction before.
If it is used to embroider insoles again, it will be no less than ruining its reputation and trampling on its dignity!
"Mu Yingshan." Yuan Qingli's voice was calm, but it contained a threatening tone.
The young man in green robe also refused to compromise: "Sword cultivator will not tolerate this humiliation."
Yuan Qingli promised: "After using it, I'll give it eight hundred and ten baths, like a rose bath, and then spray it with some blue scumbag man scent. How about it? Spend a lot of money to clean it and put it on scented."
After hearing this, Mu Yingshan almost vomited blood.
He stared at Yuan Qingli with disbelief: "Do you know that if it is sewing and mending other people's insoles today, how will it be able to hold its head up in the spirit sword tomorrow?"
Yuan Qingli understood Mu Yingshan and his sword, but she couldn't empathize with him.
If they don't fix it, the game will fail and they may die!
The countdown is still running, there is not much left.
"One defeat, two lives, one sword. Is this what you want?" Yuan Qingli rushed in front of Mu Yingshan, quickly grabbed his wrist, and was about to grab the sword.
Mu Yingshan dodged, his black eyes brimming with anger, as if he had a connection with the sword spirit, and the sword flew out of his palm.
A brilliant light burst out.
The long sword was swung downwards without anyone controlling it.
Cut out a terrifying sword energy.
Yuan Qingli is responsible for the boots.
Cracked, torn apart.
It is no longer possible to make up for it.
The girl in the cheongsam slowly lowered her eyes and walked slowly towards the sword on her white shoes.
The long sword was about to return to its owner's hand when it suddenly felt something bad, and the sword was held by a delicate hand.
Regardless of the sword cutting through the delicate palm.
He held it, supported it with the other hand, and actually made a breaking motion.
The sword spirit was horrified and called Mu Yingshan frantically.
Mu Yingshan looked at Yuan Qingli who was silent and realized that he couldn't move.
