"Haha..." The silver-faced man laughed heartily, "Xuan'er is indeed a smart person, but it doesn't matter."

Xiyu curled his lips in an evil manner, "But Qingyun Country?"

The man raised his eyebrows, unable to comment.

Xiyu walked closer to the tree where the silver-faced man was, and sat on the ground, "Look, the orchids embroidered on your clothes have a concise composition, a prominent theme, and superb skills. Although the pattern is just a simple orchid, it is made up of threads of different colors mixed with each other.

Harmony, gradual change, rich and full colors, harmonious tones. The embroidery surface is flat; the edges of the pattern are even

Neat; the needle is fine and the embroidery thread is fine; the lines are arranged compactly without revealing the stitches; the coloring is appropriate; the color is dazzling and bright; the silk texture can turn freely; the lines are fine and even, consistent in density, and can be "flat and even"

The characteristics of "fine, dense, harmonious, light, smooth and even" naturally make Qingyun country one of the best in embroidery skills."

"Papa papa" there was a burst of applause from the tree, and the silver-faced man flew down, holding Xiyu's face in his hands, his eyes glowing softly, "Why don't I know when my Xuan'er became so smart?"

Xiyu put his finger on the silver-faced man's forehead and pushed him away with a strong force, "Stay away from me."

"Oh?" The silver-faced man seemed surprised for a moment, and then smiled, "Is it because Xiyu doesn't think it's intense enough?" After speaking, he spoke as fast as a gust of wind, gently picked up Xiyu's waist, and gently spun her around.

The thin, cool lips covered Xi Yu's, greedily probing in, entangled, and unwilling to let go for a long time.

The fragrance of orchids lingering on the tip of her nose made Xiyu confused for a moment. When she realized it, the silver-faced man was already kissing her neck, his cold fingers caressing her collarbone. Damn it, Xiyu turned over and knocked the silver-faced man away.

Pressing on the ground, his face was full of impatience, "If you have anything to say, just say it quickly, don't waste my precious time."

The silver-faced man licked the corner of his lips, with an expression that was still unfinished, "Xuan'er's taste is really getting better and better, and I can't help myself."

Xi Yu curled her lips in an evil manner, "You probably don't know yet, but my internal strength and poison skills are all gone, and I can't help you at all now."

The silver-faced man raised his eyebrows, not caring at all, and held Xi Yu's waist with both hands, "Don't Xuan'er still have the whip of the galaxy? With Xuan'er's intelligence, she will definitely train to the ninth level and then help me.

Right?"

He knew about the Whip of the Galaxy. Even the highest level of spiritual power was the ninth grade. Xiyu broke free from the shackles of the silver-faced man, touched his nose, and laughed twice. This man was not him.

If you can provoke him, "Um...you go back first. I will ask Liu'er about other things first. I will finish the things you tell me as soon as possible."

The man slowly stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body, "Then I will wait for the good news from Xuan'er." There was no sound for a while. When Xiyu turned around, he had disappeared. He shook the hair on his wrist.

Whip of the Galaxy, Xing appeared, his face a little pale.

"Did that man's too strong spiritual power suppress you just now?" Xiyu worriedly touched Xing's forehead, and Xing's face looked so pale.

Xing nodded, "Xiyu, that person is the contractor of the Holy Sword. He seems to be at the beginning of the seventh level."

Seeing Xing's worried expression, Xiyu smiled slightly and rubbed away Xing's frown, "It doesn't matter, we just have to work hard. Our Xing still looks good when she smiles."

"Miss Xiyu..." Xing seemed a little flattered, and then smiled broadly, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!