Lu Xingyun had already rolled up his sleeves and pulled out three masks from somewhere, one for each person.
"Let's get to work! If the three of us work together on the repairs, it should be faster."
As he spoke, he walked first towards the boot on the right.
Reaching out to touch the boots, I felt the fine suede on the surface.
The boots flashed the moment I touched them.
Behind her, Bo Zijin looked somewhat embarrassed: "I don't know how to sew, I've never done this kind of work before."
Lu Xingyun turned his head. "It's not like I'm asking you to do Suzhou embroidery. It's just simple needlework to sew up the broken part. Hey? Where's the needle?"
Yuan Qingli withdrew her scanning gaze: "There are two bundles of thick thread, but no needles."
"Look for it."
Bo Zijin was about to walk towards the right boot, but just as she was about to get close to Lu Xingyun, she was suddenly thrown out, as if something was blocking her way.
An invisible barrier.
Bo Zijin was thrown onto the left boot, landing right at the cut opening, looking rather disheveled.
He pursed his lips, his brow furrowed.
Yuan Qingli wanted to go over and pull him, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Unbelievably, we can't get through!
In an instant, all three of them realized what was happening.
Lu Xingyun was deep in thought: "The system said that only those who can repair the boots can leave, but we are currently isolated and cannot cooperate, which means that only one person can repair one boot at a time."
All three fell silent.
The system assigned two boots, which meant one boot per person.
If cooperation is impossible, what about the third person?
He tentatively stepped out and asked, "Why don't you fix it?"
"Don't be so kind, I might stab you in the back later." Yuan Qingli glanced at him.
Lu Xingyun was not intimidated by her; instead, he smiled dignifiedly.
His languid tone was slightly alluring, "My inherent upbringing makes it impossible for me to abandon a lady like this, and besides, it's not the end yet, it's not a certain death."
His words convinced Yuan Qingli that Lu Xingyun had some hidden cards up his sleeve.
For example, the dagger he threw when he saved me yesterday, and the mask he just took out.
“There’s no need.” Yuan Qingli slowed her pace and walked around the giant’s room. “If we can’t find a needle, we can’t mend it.”
Bo Zijin struggled to her feet and joined the needle-finding group.
Pfft.
Pfft... Pfft...
What was that sound?
"It seems to have come from under the bed."
Sizzle.
A hedgehog crawled out from under the bed. It raised its head.
"Foolish tailors, are you looking for a needle?"
The hedgehog wiggled its bottom, and a child's voice spoke, innocent and adorable.
But he's also really annoying.
"The needle is inside me, come and pull it out~"
It's true, a godsend for someone who's sleepy.
But would the system be so kind?
The three of them surrounded a tiny, adorable creature, no bigger than the palm of their hand, but none of them made a move.
The hedgehog wriggled its rear end, its tone quite defiant: "What, these three people weigh over 300 pounds combined, yet you dare not lay a hand on me, a mere five-pound animal?"
Arrogant, utterly arrogant.
However, the more the other party provoked them, the more cautious the three became, after all, it was a game instance within a game instance.
A journey within a journey, a play within a play.
What should I do if there is poison on the thorns?
"I'll go first." Lu Xingyun pulled a rubber glove out of his pocket, which looked like a Doraemon anime warehouse.
Lu Xingyun reached out and pulled out a thorn.
"Ouch! It hurts!"
The hedgehog cried out loudly, and at the same time, the quills that had been pulled out sprang out with great force. Fortunately, the gloves were of good quality, so Lu Xingyun was not injured.
"Are you a hedgehog or a porcupine?" Lu Xingyun asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Are you blind or stupid?" the hedgehog retorted. "I said the needle is in my body, and I told you to pull it out, not to pull out the quills. Did you even graduate from elementary school? What did your Chinese teacher teach you?"
In his twenty years of life, Lu Xingyun had never been so depressed, completely rendered speechless by a hedgehog's sharp tongue.
He really wanted to kick him, but then thought better of it.
"So, you want us to find a needle among all the thorns on your body?" Yuan Qingli was at a loss as to how to handle such a small thing.
"Are you as stupid as him? It's two! Two! I'm a decent person, how could it be shrunken?"
He deserves a beating, absolutely deserves a beating. But you can't hit him yet.
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