On the other side, Bo Zijin also sewed up the gap. The domineering CEO seemed clumsy at this, but his skills were not bad.
Bo Zijin quickly repaired the shoes. Although the stitches were uneven and the lines were not uniform, at least they were sewn up.
At this moment, the hedgehog walked to Hua Lulu's feet and kept rubbing against the beige boots.
"So there are hidden levels~" Hua Lulu smiled and waved for Bo Zijin to continue.
Although there was no verbal communication, Bo Zijin understood Hua Lulu's gestures.
He climbed up the shoe, pulling on the dusty shoelaces to reach the top.
What is Bo Zijin trying to do?
Yuan Qingli looked puzzled.
Bo Zijin stretched out her shoelaces, tied them around her waist, and then jumped down.
"Sister, the hedgehog says we have to sew the insoles on to pass the test."
As soon as Hua Lulu finished speaking, she heard a retching sound coming from her boots.
Enlarged by the shoe opening, it fluttered everywhere.
"It seems that the giant's insole is incredibly powerful. Sister, why don't you sign this contract and I'll help you get through this?" Hua Lulu coaxed patiently.
Yuan Qingli showed no reaction.
"Sister, you're so clean and pretty, you shouldn't mix in those smelly insoles. What if you faint in them?"
"Little sister, you get out of breath after saying just a few words. Aren't you tired of saying so much this time?" Yuan Qingli didn't bother to look at her properly and pulled off a piece of shoelace, tying it around her waist.
The slightly loose light blue cheongsam was tightly cinched, making her waist appear even slimmer.
Hua Lulu's chest heaved more violently, whether from anger or shortness of breath, it was hard to tell.
Yuan Qingli put on the mask that Lu Xingyun had given her earlier, picked up the sword in one hand, and prepared to jump down.
But at the very moment of taking the jump, Yuan Qingli glared at him angrily, her face full of resentment.
Because the flying sword in his hand shattered into starlight and disappeared without a trace.
Finally, it reappeared in Mu Yingshan's hands.
Mu Yingshan's face at this moment could only be described as distorted.
For so many years, as a legendary sword immortal, he had never suffered such injustice.
His sword is even more so.
They have always been able to ascend to heaven and descend to earth, subdue dragons and tigers, and turn clouds into rain.
Today it has turned into a... embroidery needle?
The divine sword possesses a spirit and had already expressed its dissatisfaction.
If it were used to embroider insoles, it would be tantamount to ruining its reputation and trampling on its dignity!
"Mu Yingshan." Yuan Qingli's voice was calm, yet it carried a threatening undertone.
The green-robed youth also refused to compromise: "Sword cultivators will not accept such humiliation."
Yuan Qingli guaranteed, "After I finish using it, I'll give it eight hundred and ten baths, the kind with roses, and then spray it with some Azure Scumbag Fragrance. How about that? I'll spend a lot of money to clean it up and put on some fragrance."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yingshan nearly vomited blood.
He stared at Yuan Qingli with disbelief: "Do you know that if it were to use today to mend someone else's insoles, how could it hold its head high in the Spirit Sword in the future?"
Yuan Qingli understands Mu Yingshan and his sword, but she can't empathize with them.
If we don't fix it soon, we'll lose the game and they might die!
The countdown is still going on, and there's not much left.
"One defeat, two lives, and one sword—is this what you want?" Yuan Qingli took a step forward and rushed in front of Mu Yingshan, quickly grabbing his wrist and trying to take the sword away.
Mu Yingshan dodged the attack, his dark eyes blazing with fury. As if telepathically connected with the sword spirit, the sword flew from his palm.
It burst forth with an extremely bright light.
The longsword, uncontrolled, swung downwards on its own.
He unleashed a terrifying sword aura.
Yuan Qingli was in charge of the long boots.
It cracked, torn to pieces.
It's no longer possible to make up for it.
The girl in the cheongsam lowered her gaze and slowly walked towards the longsword in her white sneakers.
Just as the longsword was about to return to its master's hand, it suddenly sensed something was wrong, as the blade was directly grasped by a delicate hand.
Ignoring the blade slicing through her delicate palm.
He grasped it with one hand and supported it with the other, making a snapping motion.
The sword spirit was terrified and frantically called out to Mu Yingshan.
Looking at the silent Yuan Qingli, Mu Yingshan was shocked to find himself unable to move.
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