Balian was about to nod in agreement, but he suddenly reacted with a sense of telepathy.
Is the purpose of Jiujiu's coming here today really just to give him two little dolls and these messages?
If so, if it could be explained simply in a few words, why did Jiujiu give him the awkward feeling of trying his best to stall for time?
She seems to have some real purpose that she hasn't accomplished yet.
Now that he said he was leaving, it felt more like he had lost his temper.
So... what on earth is she making trouble for?
Bai Lian followed her cold and wandering gaze and quietly looked at it, and then he realized that what Jiujiu was looking at was not the carpet, but his feet under the hem of the carpet.
What do you see his feet doing?
Balian doesn't think this doll lady has any special hobbies.
Although she helped put on the clothes after taking a bath tonight.
But he deliberately refused to wear shoes for him, and even kicked aside the shoes Dongyun and the others had prepared early in the morning.
Balian retracted his gaze, glanced slightly, and looked around, and sure enough he found the pair of flattened boots at the foot of the inconspicuous table.
Balian: "???"
So why did she have to struggle with the shoes Dongyun prepared?
Jiujiu, who noticed Bailian's subtle gaze, moved his body to one side and quietly blocked a pair of crumpled boots under the short table.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at Balian, her eyes were dark and cold, without any emotion at all, and there was no hint of guilt or indifference as if nothing had happened.
But for some reason, after getting along with Jiujiu for a long time, Balian was able to capture her true inner thoughts from some of her micro-expressions.
Balian calmly narrowed his eyes and glanced at the slightly bulging skirt under Jiujiu's chest. It seemed like he was carrying something inside.
Jiujiu folded up his clothes, with a cold face, as if to hide something: "The look in your eyes is very obscene."
Balian asked strangely: "Why are you so nervous?"
Although Jiujiu looked very distant and cold, just like before, there was absolutely nothing obscene or dirty in the way Balian looked at her.
With Jiujiu's sharp eyes that can see through people's hearts, it is impossible not to see that there is no evil thought in his eyes at this moment.
It's not like I've never seen her look like without clothes.
Now that she was dressed meticulously and meticulously, he could still have a dirty look in his eyes, which was really no different from a lustful ghost.
Ninety-Nine's face was still cold and cold: "It's ridiculous, I have nothing to be nervous about."
Seeing her look like this, Balian seemed to have completely understood why Jiujiu was so awkward.
He clenched his fist, put it in front of his lips, pretended to cough lightly, and slowly crossed his legs.
It's just that the leg is not hanging on his body, but on Jiujiu's knee.
Balian half-stretched himself on the stairs and glanced sideways at her: "Today is different from the past. Now my cultivation is locked and my spiritual veins are sealed. I am no longer the strong corpse demon I used to be.
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Cough, cough, cough... without the blessing of my cultivation spiritual power, my frail body is not much stronger than those sick and weak scholars who study hard in cold windows."
Looking at Bailian who started to act pretentious for no reason, Jiujiu clenched his fists, looked down at the leg on his knee, and said quietly: "You don't want the bitch anymore?"
Balian didn't pull back his legs, but just coughed a few more times and said, "It's snowy and cold tonight, and Miss Doll came uninvited and threatened to take care of me.
Although I had good intentions, I mercilessly killed the six maids around me.
You dress me without adding boots or socks, do you really mean to take care of me?"
"As the saying goes, the cold of the people hurts the country, and the cold of the feet hurts the heart. It's so cold, but you kicked my shoes so far away. Do you want me to drag my sick body to Kunlun and be imprisoned?"
Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what Balian meant. She quickly raised her arms and was about to stand up and leave.
Unexpectedly, Balian slowly picked off the green jade between his thumbs. As the space array flashed, he took out a pair of boots and laid them out in front of him.
The boots are white boots.
It's just that the upper surface of the boots is stained with little mottled blood stains, like falling bloody red plums, and is as strange as flowers.
The moment she saw those familiar boots, a faint rosiness appeared on Jiujiu's cold and white face, and she said expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"
She remembered that this pair of boots was the one he wore when she used her mother-in-law as a threat in the Soul-killing Mausoleum and asked him to obey her and cooperate with her to explore the secrets of his body for the first time.
The scene at that time was that she wanted to be strong and did not want to be a dwarf, so she stepped on his shoes to conduct a great exploration.
At that time, Balian had no ability to hurt her, but the bloodstained red plum on the white boots was reserved for her.
Jiujiu thought that she was the only one who remembered this matter. As a man, Balian, especially a man who has experienced women, must not have such a delicate and long-term mind.
But he never thought that after going through several hard battles, he would still have the thought to put away the red-stained boots and hide them.
Could it be possible that he hid the achievement just to tease her like this today?
Ninety-nine knew that Balian would not have such evil intentions, but today, due to some strange combination of circumstances, he saw through his intentions and actually made fun of him for real.
Balian smiled and said, "I'm cold, so I have to wear shoes."
Jiujiu said coldly: "You are going to bed soon, what shoes should you wear?"
Balian said matter-of-factly: "But I am a corpse demon. I don't need to sleep. I only need to meditate. When meditating, I don't need a quilt, so I naturally have to wear shoes."
Seeing that Balian was about to put on those bloody boots, Jiujiu pursed his lips again and again, his eyelids twitched, and his voice was cold: "You are not allowed to wear these shoes."
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Balian, who thought he would continue to struggle with her, unexpectedly readily agreed.
He stood up and leaned over, smiling happily: "Then I won't wear these shoes. How about you help me put them on?"
Jiujiu was silent for a moment, and she looked at Balian quietly for a while.
Finally... she sighed silently as if she was giving in. Her cold face was slightly dizzy. The doll lady, who had never wavered in her initiative to seek pleasure, actually had a slight blush on her cheeks at this moment.
Like the most beautiful rouge in the world.
She took out a pair of white silk shoes from her arms. The style was very different from the boots that Balian wore in the past. The texture looked extremely fine and soft, with fine stitching. The shoes were inlaid with delicate dark silver pattern clouds, and they looked spotless.
It looks extremely clean and brand new.
It was wrapped in silk cloth.
The beautiful lady has a cold face and her fingertips are shiny white.
Jiujiu didn't say anything. She sat on the thick carpet on the steps and bent over slightly, holding up Balian's ankle with her slender palms.
It was obviously her first time to put on shoes and socks for someone, but her movements didn't look unfamiliar or clumsy at all.
Even the one-inch fingertips that define the coldness reveal a bit of seriousness and gentleness.
The soft and clean snow socks and the spotless fine silk shoes fit perfectly and softly.
After putting on his shoes and socks, Jiujiu put his feet on the carpet and straightened the hem of Bailian's clothes.
The emotion on her face was very light: "Keep your promise. Since I said I will give you a pair of shoes, I will not break my promise."
What he wore on his feet was just an ordinary pair of silk shoes. Compared with the two small dolls at the beginning, they were really nothing precious.
But when she gave the little doll, it was clear that she gave it openly and without any psychological burden.
Why is it so coy and reserved to give you a pair of shoes that you have already promised?
Jiujiu doesn't look like someone who would suddenly wake up and realize that she had had physical contact with him and then be shy afterwards.
A very sentimental thought suddenly arose in Bailian's mind. He tapped his toes and pretended to be unintentional and asked: "Fu Huo, where did you buy these shoes? They are very comfortable to wear. I
Quite like."
When I heard the words, "It's very comfortable to wear, I like it a lot." His face was as indifferent as smoke, his eyes were noble and cold, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
The arc of the face, the smile hidden in the emotionless eyes.
Even the toes hidden under the skirt unconsciously tapped the ground back and forth.
Her face was still dull, and she said casually: "On this long trip, I passed through the capital of Qin State and bought it at a roadside stall. It is not a valuable thing, but I picked it up by chance. You can do it yourself."
Just wear whatever you want."
Balian stood up and took two steps back and forth. The soles of the shoes were very soft, as if he were stepping on clouds, but he walked very smoothly. They weighed nothing on his feet and were very light.
He lowered his eyes and smiled: "This is Thousand Layers of Bottom."
Shoes with milled soles are generally very durable, but often not too light, but this pair of shoes is different.
Ninety-nine fingers gently flicked the blanket on the stairs. A flick of the fingertips revealed a pattern, and then the backhand brushed it back, and the pattern returned to its original color.
She hummed lightly: "Although it's just a worthless little thing, since I picked it, I shouldn't pick it too badly. Thousand-layer sole shoes are durable, and you can wear them for a few more years before throwing them away."
Balian doesn't pay much attention to his clothes. On weekdays, the clothes he stores in Qiankun Bag are just simple plain-colored clothes, and his shoes are uniform white boots and black boots.
It was the first time in his life that he wore silk shoes with such restrained and delicate embroidery.
He felt an unexpected surprise. He walked back and forth for several steps and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I won't throw them away. Even if the shoes you made by yourself are worn out, you won't throw them away."
The slender fingers that were poking at the downy hair on the carpet of the steps suddenly paused, then curled back fully and clenched into a small white fist.
Ninety-Nine's eyes were rare for a moment, and her dark pupils were dimmed with a faint light. Her expression at this moment looked like she wanted to punch someone in the head.
But she soon realized that this behavior looked more like an act of anger and embarrassment, which completely undermined her noble and cool persona.
Jiujiu had no choice but to silently hide her little fists under her buttocks, and looked up at Balian with bleak eyes:
"What are you talking about? How could I make shoes for you with my own hands?"
Or is it that your cultivation has been sealed and your bones have been locked, so that even your ears can no longer function?
What I just said is that these shoes were bought casually on the streets of the capital of Qin. If it were not to fulfill the agreement, I would not even pay for such a common thing.
What makes you think that I will waste my precious time and energy, leaving this great mountain and river unappreciated, to sew stitch by stitch on shoes that can be bought for just a few pennies?"
Balian looked at Jiujiu meaningfully and said with a smile: "Miss Doll, couldn't you check your furnace heart knowledge before you lie?
The people of Qin were martial, respected black, and the country's religion was Sword Sect. The Tianxi Sword Sect was not Taoism, so it was a practice that was effective in practice. It was rare to see silk shoes being sold in Qin's street stalls, and more were long boots and wooden clogs.
Silk shoes with such fine texture and pure white color rarely appear on the market in Qin.
You just said that you bought it casually in the capital city market, so you really bought a rare item with this casual purchase."
Ninety-nine is completely embarrassed, but this is really not something worth getting angry about. If someone exposes his hidden thoughts, it will become even more childish.
After much thought, she, who was always best at debating with others, didn't know how to deal with rebuttals.
She had no choice but to take out the little fist that was stuffed under her buttocks. After all, she couldn't hold it back. With a cold face, she grabbed the hem of Balian's clothes and pulled him down.
She raised her small fist and gave him two gentle blows on the head without any expression.
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Facts have proven that women, regardless of breed, will unreasonably hug their chests and turn away from others when they are angry and cannot speak to the other person.
Even Miss Doll is not exempt from vulgarity.
Whichever way she turned, Balian followed her like a piece of candy. He sat side by side with her on the steps, spreading his legs on the long sloping steps and pointing his toes towards each other.
Click and click, not hiding my joyful mood at all.
He didn't say anything, just hummed a cheerful ditty, and his expression was bright and cheerful.
Jiujiu finally couldn't stand his silly energy.
It's just a pair of simple and ordinary shoes. How can you be so happy that you look so worthless?
She couldn't help but turned around, with an indifferent expression and her thin lips pursed tightly: "Are you so happy?"
This makes it look so childish for her to be given the shoes as well.
When Balian saw her turning around, he raised his feet high in a show-off manner, childishly like a good baby showing off to his friends, and said matter-of-factly:
"Of course I'm happy. This is the first time someone has made shoes for me with their own hands."
I just wanted to ask, how could your mother-in-law, who loves you so much, not make shoes for you, just talk nonsense.
But then I thought about it, he died in his youngest year, it can be said that he died young.
When she was still young and unable to walk smoothly, the relationship between Empress Zhongyou and the Tianxi Sword Sect broke down and became difficult to repair, and she was driven back to the Zhongyou Dynasty.
How could she have the opportunity to make shoes for him? What's more, Ying Ji loved her children, but she was not an ordinary mortal woman after all.
She is an empress, so how can she do such meticulous work as a female celebrity?
He said this was the first time someone had made shoes for him.
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