After solving the tool problem, Jiang Zhaosu faced a new challenge: "But if I cut it myself, will it be uneven?"
She doesn't want to have uneven legs!
Qi Xing looked at her calves and thought for a moment: "You can cut along the edge of the socks, so that they are basically flat."
"Oh! Good idea!"
Jiang Zhaosu wanted to bend down to fold her trouser legs, but she found that she only had one hand to use, and she was too tall, so it was very inconvenient to do this.
“…” Jiang Zhaosu could only look at Qi Xing for help.
Qi Xing looked at her for two seconds and then understood.
"Oh, silly baby."
Qi Xing sighed, squatted down and helped her roll up her trouser legs. He also considerately adjusted her socks so that the edges of Jiang Zhaosu's socks remained at the same height.
After preparing all this, Jiang Zhaosu sat down on the side of the road and called Qi Xing, "Hey, what are you turning your head for? Turn around and look at me."
Qi Xing had no choice but to turn around again and asked helplessly: "What happened again?"
Jiang Zhaosu waved his arm, which had transformed into a sickle, and said cautiously, "You have to help me watch it, otherwise I'm afraid I won't cut it evenly and the legs will be uneven."
I boldly do things that harm my body, but when it affects my height, I start to get scared.
Qi Xing looked at Jiang Zhaosu deeply for a while, then sighed: "Fugui, I don't know whether you are too smart or really stupid sometimes..."
never mind.
Just think of it as Jiang Zhaosu owing him something again.
Qi Xing said bluntly this time: "If you ask me to help, I will keep accounts."
"Just remember it."
Jiang Zhaosu is now immune to Qi Xing's account book.
Anyway, she already owed Qi Xing enough, so this time wouldn't be a big deal.
"Don't sigh so much. You're already old, and if you keep sighing you'll turn into an old man."
Jiang Zhaosu muttered to himself, and under Qi Xing's gaze, he finally swung the sickle at his calf with peace of mind.
The sickle formed by the condensation of high-level metal energy is much sharper than an ordinary bone-cutting knife. The blade can cut iron like mud, as if it can cut through everything in the world.
Jiang Zhaosu felt no pain, and the scene of herself filming herself was far less bloody and difficult to watch than she had imagined.
The blood in her body had long since become viscous and coagulated, and it was impossible for it to spurt out when she was injured like that of an ordinary person.
But when she finished cutting off both feet and looked up at Qi Xing, Qi Xing's brows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed in pain, as if the knife had just cut him.
In fact, when he was shot and removed the bullet with his own hands, Jiang Zhaosu didn't even see him frown.
She thought Qi Xing had no sense of pain at the time, but now he complains of headaches every day.
The moment his two feet were severed from Jiang Zhaosu's calves, Jiang Zhaosu felt a surge of energy in his body rapidly gathering towards the wound.
The energy was like an invisible thread, constantly shuttling back and forth and interweaving in her wounds.
Jiang Zhaosu clearly felt a burning sensation in the wound on her leg, much like the feeling when Qi Xing first reattached her leg.
In this scorching burning sensation, her broken limbs were recast at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The first things that grew out were thin white bones, followed by a thin layer of pink flesh covering the white bones, and finally pale and cold skin.
At the same time, other parts of Jiang Zhaosu's body were also quietly changing.
Clothes that once fitted you gradually become loose, no longer clinging to your body shape, but hanging down smoothly.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhaosu turned back into his original thin and small appearance.
The banyan tree branch did not lie to her and Qi Xing.
The cut leg can actually be restored to its original shape.
After the bones, flesh and skin had all grown back, Jiang Zhaosu immediately restored his arm to its original shape and used his newly grown feet to stand up from the ground to see if he had become unevenly limbed.
As a result, just as Jiang Zhaosu stood up, she heard a "snap" sound, and the pants that were originally hanging around her waist slipped straight down, and the belt around her waist fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The air seemed to freeze in the sound.
Jiang Zhaosu: “…”
At her request, Qi Xing, who had been staring at her, said: "..."
Grass.
No wonder when Qi Xing became shorter, the first thing he did was to fumble to pull up his pants.
Jiang Zhaosu's body stiffened. When he met Qi Xing's gaze with wide eyes, he felt his originally cold cheeks become hot. He yelled at him in shame and anger, "Still looking! Turn away!"
"You asked me to see it."
Qi Xing replied innocently before turning around.
Fortunately, her upper body has returned to its original shape. The loose clothes can almost cover her entire thighs. Even if her pants fall to the ground, she will not be too exposed.
It just embarrassed Jiang Zhaosu for a bit.
Jiang Zhaosu quickly pulled out a pair of his original pants from the space, put them on quickly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
But she soon discovered another problem.
"ah--"
Jiang Zhaosu screamed: "Why are my pants getting longer?!"
"Can I turn back?" Qi Xing asked slowly with his back to her.
"Help me quickly, what's going on?!"
Jiang Zhaosu tugged at Qi Xing's arm in panic.
Qi Xing turned slightly sideways when she pulled him like this.
Now he is much taller than Jiang Zhaosu.
Looking at Jiang Zhaosu, who was half a head shorter than him, Qi Xing finally said what he had just noticed: "Fugui, have you shrunk again?"
Qi Xing is currently 1.63 meters tall.
Jiang Zhaosu is so much shorter than him, about 1.5 meters tall...
After confirming this fact from Qi Xing's mouth, Jiang Zhaosu felt a surge of despair in his heart. He covered his face with his hands and turned into a short, screaming corpse: "Ahhhh! Why are my legs shorter again!"
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