If dust-repellent talismans, wish-fulfilling talismans, diamond talismans, etc. are embroidered on the clothes, then the brocade clothes will become robes of Dharma, which can be waterproof and fireproof, change size with the body shape, and be invulnerable to swords and guns, etc.
Of course, such a versatile and beautiful Lingxia brocade robe is naturally very expensive, and most people can only sigh and drool in vain.
Even ordinary clothes made of Lingxia brocade are not affordable for ordinary people.
Speaking of which, Xue Huan's wedding dress was made of Lingxia brocade, and this Lingxia brocade was not produced in the sect, but came from her space.
The silk spit out by the spiritual silkworms in the space is more gorgeous, and the embroidery woven is naturally more beautiful and the effect is stronger.
The Lingxia brocade outside can only be regarded as inferior products. After all, the spiritual energy in the outside world is thin, and the spiritual silkworms cannot eat enough on a daily basis. If Xue Huan had not often given them extra meals and fed them with mulberry leaves in the space, they would probably have starved to death.
Even so, it is still difficult for spiritual silkworms to survive in the outside world, and the production of spiritual silkworm silk cannot be increased. This is the fundamental reason why the price of Lingxia brocade remains high.
The topic has gone off track, let’s get back to the topic.
Xue Huan and the disciples of the Three Disasters Sect were busy. Soon, a strong fragrance wafted from the Demon-Suppressing City, waking up the soldiers who were originally sleeping soundly due to exhaustion.
Xue Huan and her people made dumplings and fried meatballs. As soon as these two delicacies were brought out, everyone took off their helmets that served as both bowls and hats on their heads without being asked, washed them in front of the big water tank at the city gate, and then lined up to get their meals.
The plump white dumplings were floating in the boiling water, each one was so cute, while on the other side, the meatballs were tumbling in the oil pan, the fragrance was simply amazing.
Each person gets a large bowl of dumplings and ten meatballs, which are both delicious and filling.
Even if they are so hot that people want to stick out their tongues, no one is willing to spit them out.
Pei Ji walked over, and the soldiers stood up and said, "General."
Some still had food in their mouths, which they swallowed hurriedly.
This is a battlefield. There are only soldiers on the battlefield, and Pei Ji is their general.
Pei Ji nodded in response, "Eat yours, and if it's not enough, go fight again."
"Yes!" the soldiers responded loudly.
Xue Huan, who was busy making dumplings, noticed a gaze. She turned around and saw Pei Ji walking towards her with a murderous aura on his body. It was an aura forged in iron and blood, which made people's heart beat faster and their breathing stop.
Dangerous and fascinating.
Xue Huan couldn't help but forget what she was doing for a moment.
It was not until she heard low chuckles from the side that Xue Huan came back to her senses. She glared at the little disciple who was making fun of her, wrapped the dumplings in her hand, put them down, filled a large bowl of dumplings and walked towards Pei Ji.
"Are you hungry? Eat quickly."
Pei Ji was indeed hungry. He took the dumplings, sat down on a random rock, and began to eat. He placed the blood-stained sword aside.
Xue Huan went to bring over a bowl of meatballs, sat down next to him, and put a meatball on a skewer to his mouth.
Pei Ji opened his mouth and ate.
Before he finished his bowl of meatballs, a soldier came running over and said, "General, another group of demon insects are coming!"
Pei Ji immediately put down the bowl and walked over.
The soldiers who were eating the moment before immediately poured the food in the bowl into their mouths, put on their helmets, picked up their weapons and joined the battlefield again.
Everyone has become accustomed to such high-intensity battles, and all Xue Huan can do is lead the disciples of the Three-Hurt Sect to heal the wounded soldiers, prepare delicious food for them, and manage the rear.
Three days later, the demon insects finally calmed down. Although there were still demon insects coming from time to time, they were no longer organized armies of demon insects. They were just scattered insects and were not a cause for concern.
Only then could Pei Ji take a breath and rest for a while.
Xue Huan didn't even know when she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she didn't know where she was for a moment.
In front of her was a gorgeous black dress, and a strand of soft black hair hung down naturally, brushing against her face, bringing a slightly cool touch and a slight itching.
She was held in his arms, her head resting on his chest. When she looked up, she met the man's deep, dark eyes.
"woke up?"
Pei Ji brought her into his sea of consciousness again.
Xue Huan closed her eyes again with peace of mind, and rubbed against his arms affectionately, her whole body soft.
Yuan Xi looked at her eyebrows and eyes which had become more charming and beautiful because of her love affair. His eyes became deep, and a storm was brewing silently in them.
Even though Pei Ji was one of his clones, he wasn't him after all! He'd actually gotten his hands on her in just a short nap!
A flame of jealousy burned in his chest. Yuan Xi lifted the chin of the person in his arms and bit it hard.
Xue Huan was caught off guard. She tugged at a strand of his long hair and snorted in dissatisfaction, "Pei Ji, you're still here..."
"Call me husband."
Xue Huan: “!!!”
The soul does not feel physical pain, but other senses are extremely clear, and the feeling brought by the fusion of soul and spirit is a hundred times stronger than that of the body.
Xue Huan felt like she was going to die.
But it is not like the body, which will automatically protest and fall into sleep when extremely tired. The soul is extremely awake at all times, watching itself sink into oblivion.
This feeling is extremely shameful and exciting.
There is no concept of time in the sea of consciousness, but Xue Huan felt that a long time had passed.
Here, Pei Ji is God, and everything here can change according to his wishes.
The originally empty hall was gradually filled with large beds, narrow couches, soft black carpets, a spacious hot spring pool, and even a full-body-high mirror...
The entire space was under his absolute control, and Xue Huan had no way to escape.
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