Before long, the emerald green will gradually cover the crimson.

Yin Huaizhu shifted her gaze.

A pile of fine wood shavings fell to the ground.

The wooden stick in Hang Suisui's hand was already beginning to take shape, and the thing she wanted to carve was already showing signs of form.

A wooden sword?

The wooden sword from before had slipped from his hand, and the seabed was too deep for 001 to move.

So she sank to the bottom of the sea along with the eldest daughter of the Hang family.

It was only after fighting that young Taoist priest that I realized I didn't have a suitable weapon.

My hands hurt when I hit someone, but this can hit someone without casting a spell!

So Hang Suisui plans to make another one.

Anyway, she still has plenty of lightning-struck wood; that jujube tree is tall and thick.

Hang Suisui is like a nouveau riche now; she lacks everything except wood!

That was her plan, so that when she returned to the Taoist temple, she could make magic tools and sell them for money, and make a fortune!

The wooden sword was almost finished being carved, and Hang Suisui held it in her hand and swung it around.

She looked up and saw Yin Huaizhu standing in front of her, staring at her for who knows how long.

"You're back?"

At the same time, Hang Suisui's inner complaints also resonated.

Does this person walk without making a sound?

She suddenly remembered that night, the first time they met.

I met him in the maple forest; he walked like that too, without making a sound.

Yin Huaizhu nodded and sat down on the stool next to Hang Suisui.

"What are you shaving?"

Hang Suisui held up the semi-finished product and waved it in front of him with a smile.

"I'll show you after I'm done shaving."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to work diligently.

Yin Huaizhu smiled, raising the corners of her lips.

Since this wooden sword has already been carved into a rough shape, is it necessary to finish carving it before showing it to him?

Hang Suisui was busy whittling wood shavings, while Yin Huaizhu sat quietly beside her watching her.

As you look at the object in her hand, its appearance becomes clearer and clearer.

Even the hilt of the sword is engraved with patterns.

A gentle breeze caressed Hang Suisui's incredibly earnest face, softly blowing a few strands of her hair and scattering them.

In the gentle breeze, her exquisitely beautiful profile, a face of unparalleled beauty, was faintly visible beneath her hair.

Suddenly, the image of Cheng Yiyi grabbing Yin Huaizhu's ear flashed into Yin Huaizhu's mind.

For some reason, the scene suddenly changed.

It transformed into the likeness of him and the person in front of him.

The scene made Yin Huaizhu feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable, but if it were really the person in front of him, he would feel that he would willingly let her hold him like that.

but.

He would never admit his mistake like Yin Huaifu did!

Won't!