"Hold for a lifetime." I said with affection.
Qing Li's lips twitched, "Aren't you going to make the Cultivation Spiritual Garment?"
"Oh right, but... I'm afraid you're still angry with me. Have you calmed down?" I timidly looked at Qing Li.
Qing Li almost had black lines on her forehead, "If I'm not calmed down, you won't save that stinky weasel?"
"Who can say for sure?" I stubbornly replied, but my body was honest, reluctantly letting go.
I swam over, picked up the needle and thread floating on the water, and continued to resignedly make the Cultivation Spiritual Garment.
If I don't hurry and make the Cultivation Spiritual Garment, Huang Wude's old life will be over.
After ten minutes, in the quiet darkness.
A deafening low roar sounded, but my Taoist Heart remained steady and untroubled.
I just thought of a line from Li Bai's ancient poem, "The sounds of apes on both banks chatter unceasingly!"
