My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

Su Qingyun calmly put the fruit in his hand on the table, sat down on a chair beside him, opened the sewing kit, and saw a row of silver needles of different lengths and a dozen or so thin thread balls of different colors inside.

Jun Xuanmo lay on the edge of the teacup, looking up at him with his small face. "Why didn't Junior Brother answer?"

Su Qingyun put down the sewing kit, sighed and said, "Senior brother asked the question knowingly."

"Huh?" Jun Xuanmo asked in surprise, "I asked knowingly? Could it be that I have seen your Taoist companion before?"

"Not only have you never seen it, but I have never seen it either." Su Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said.

Jun Xuanmo splashed the water in the teacup with his small hands, Su Qingyun dodged gently, and the water droplets fell on the table, speckled like a few small plum blossoms.

"Now that you have needle and thread, quickly make me a small set of clothes." Jun Xuanmo said with a bulging face.

Su Qingyun took out a dark green cassock from the storage ring and asked, "How about this one?"

Jun Xuanmo looked at the color and shook his head again and again. "Too ugly."

Su Qingyun put the cassock back into the storage ring and took an emerald green one. "What about this one?"

"Too ugly." Jun Xuanmo waved his hand.

Su Qingyun frowned slightly, and took another yellow-green one. Before he could ask, Jun Xuanmo raised his voice, "Why are they all green?"

Su Qingyun looked at the cassock in his hand, and touched the storage ring with his fingers. After a while, he said helplessly: "The original owner of this ring likes green, and most of the clothes stored in it are green clothes."

"Don't you have a piece of red?" Jun Xuanmo was displeased.

"...No." Su Qingyun put the yellow-green cassock back into the ring. "There is a purple tang color."

"Purple Tang color? Take it out and have a look." Jun Xuanmo said.

Su Qingyun took out the purple robe, put it on the table, picked up a corner, and handed it to Jun Xuanmo.

Jun Xuanmo touched the texture of the robe with both hands, and said, "Barely."

Su Qingyun said: "Then this is it."

Jun Xuan Mo said: "Do you have a complete set of underwear?"

"Yes." Su Qingyun took out an ivory-colored inner shirt from the storage ring. Its texture was more delicate and soft, and it was better than any piece of cloth in their silk shop.

"With your craftsmanship, it doesn't take half an hour to make a small suit?" Jun Xuanmo asked.He had been soaking in the teacup for a long time and wanted to go out.

Su Qingyun said: "The smaller it is, the more difficult it is."

He compared the little Demon Lord soaked in the teacup, with a three-inch short body, it might take two hours to make a three-piece suit.The corners alone need to be sewn tightly and finely, and it will take more time to embroider a few more designs.

"I'll just wait." Jun Xuanmo said.

Su Qingyun suggested: "Why don't you come out first?"

After soaking in water for a long time, the skin may wrinkle.

"No need. I can wait." How decent is it to go out naked?

Su Qingyun caught a glimpse of two suspicious red clouds floating on his cheeks, and without any reluctance, picked up the ivory-colored underwear and was about to start making a small coat when he suddenly remembered something.

He forgot to ask Miss Feng'er for scissors, how to cut without scissors?

"What?" Jun Xuanmo was waiting for him to show his skills, but he suddenly got up and wanted to go out.

"I borrowed a pair of scissors from Miss Feng'er." Su Qingyun said.

"Wait, don't go." Jun Xuanmo called him to stay. "Ordinary scissors cannot cut through vestments."

Su Qingyun was startled, returned to his original position, and asked strangely: "If you can't cut it open, how can you cut it?"

"Don't you have a dagger? That dagger is extraordinary, take it out and have a try." Jun Xuanmo said.

"Dagger?" Su Qingyun bent down and pulled out the dagger from his boots.The dagger was small and glowing coldly, it was taken from a certain corpse in the banyan forest.

He gestured at his clothes, which was a little difficult.

Scissors can precisely cut the required size, but the dagger is very inconvenient to use, but there is no better tool at the moment, so we can only use it to avoid trouble.

Picking up the dagger, he was about to make a small garment when he suddenly asked, "Since ordinary scissors cannot cut the cassock, how can ordinary needles be used to sew?"

Jun Xuanmo pointed his finger, and said: "If you inject your mysterious spirit into the needle, you can sew it."

Su Qingyun asked: "How to infuse the needle with profound spiritual energy?"

Jun Xuanmo moved towards Chaoshou, Su Qingyun lowered his head and approached him suspiciously, he got up from the water, and pressed Su Qingyun's forehead with his wet little palm.

Su Qingyun felt that there were more symbols in his mind. After raising his head, he touched the wet handprint on his forehead.

Jun Xuanmo has taught him the formula.

With a plan in mind, he turned up the oil lamp a little bit and started making small clothes.

Spread the inner shirt on the table, first cut out a rough outline with a dagger, and after getting a small piece of fabric, make fine adjustments, and grind out a few pieces of clothing bit by bit. After the pieces are obtained, he takes them out For the thinnest and tiniest needle, find silk thread of a similar color.

Holding the silk thread, he rubbed the end of the thread with his fingertips, but he saw eight threads separated from the end of the thread. After thinking about it, he divided it into two, and the four threads easily passed into the small needle. Needle, injecting my own mysterious spirit, with a little force, the needle penetrates into the fabric, and slowly sews the corresponding pieces of clothing together.

Jun Xuanmo leaned against the teacup, staring intently at Su Qingyun who was sewing.

When he picked up the needle and thread, there was a slight change in his temperament. He held his breath and concentrated on it without any other distractions. He was as quiet as orchid, as calm as a pine, holding a silver needle in his hand. The movements are smooth and flowing, and the fire is perfect.

A small inner shirt slowly took shape under Su Qingyun's dexterous hands. When he closed the tail stitches, the simple and elegant inner shirt appeared in front of Jun Xuanmo, and he couldn't wait to see it.

"Senior brother, what do you think of this?" Su Qingyun raised his clear black eyes and asked softly.

"Wonderful!" Jun Xuanmo praised without hesitation. "Junior brother is ingenious and skillful, and his skills are superb. He is truly unparalleled in the world."

Su Qingyun shook his head. "Senior brother is absurd, but I don't dare to be Wushuang under heaven. I just learned a few skills from Xiuniang."

"Even with these skills, they are unprecedented." Jun Xuanmo said with a smile.

A shyness flashed in Su Qingyun's eyes.

As a man, but he knows how to sew and embroider, he is often shamed by them. Even if one of his embroidery is worth thousands of gold, it cannot withstand the rumors behind it.But so what?As the person in power in the embroidery workshop, if he doesn't know anything about it, how can he do big business and become famous, so that high-ranking officials and nobles scramble for the high-quality embroidery in their workshop?

Su Qingyun lowered his head and continued to cut the clothes with the dagger, but this time the clothes were obviously much smaller than before, which made Jun Xuanmo a little confused.

"What is this for? Why only a small piece of fabric?" he asked.

Su Qingyun carefully cut off some excess corners. "Pants."

"Huh?" Jun Xuanmo didn't hear clearly for a moment. "What?"

"...Pants." Su Qingyun coughed lightly. "Brother, could it be that the wind leaks into the robe..."

Jun Xuanmo's eyes widened, his face puffed up, he turned around, his whole body was submerged in the water, and the top of his head was steaming.

Seeing this, Su Qingyun laughed.

The trousers are much smaller than the inner shirt, and it takes more effort to make them. He held his breath and sewed a row of fine and dense stitches. After all, they are close-fitting things and should not be too rough.

After a long time, it was finally finished. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes hurt.

Jun Xuanmo emerged from the water at some point, revealing half of his face, his purple eyes staring at Su Qingyun without blinking.

Putting the panties next to the underwear, Su Qingyun continued to make a long jacket, using the same material as the underwear, but he embroidered exquisite cloud and thunder patterns on the collar and cuffs to make the whole dress More color.

After he finished the middle coat, Jun Xuanmo leaned against the teacup, feeling a little drowsy.

The oil in the lamp on the table was half burned, Su Qingyun rubbed his eyes, picked up the wick, and made it a little bit brighter.

"Okay." Jun Xuanmo said suddenly.

"Huh?" Su Qingyun was spreading a purple-colored robe on the table.

"It's late at night, go to bed first, underwear and middle clothes are enough." He crawled out of the teacup, bringing out a water stain.

"Since I've done it, I'll make the whole set. If senior brother is sleepy, it's better to sleep first." Su Qingyun held a dagger and gestured on the robe, ready to cut the clothes.

Compared with the inner shirt and the middle coat, the outer robe should be made more exquisitely. It should not only show the texture of the clothes, but also bring out the temperament of the wearer. Su Qingyun was confident and cut out a few pieces of clothes neatly.

Jun Xuanmo shook off the water droplets on his body, grabbed a handful of hair, wrung out the water vigorously, picked up a piece of Su Qingyun's previous waste as a cloth towel, wiped his body, and after drying, threw it aside and walked a few steps away In front of the newly made little coat, he picked up the underwear and put it on, it turned out to be just the right size. As for the embarrassing little trousers, they were soft and close-fitting. Put on your belt.

In this way, finally no longer naked.

Su Qingyun stopped his movements and looked up, only to see Jun Xuanmo in an ivory robe like a delicate doll, breathtakingly beautiful.

Jun Xuanmo walked up to his hand, patted his fingers, raised his face, and said seriously: "It's past time, it's time to sleep."

Su Qingyun softened his eyes, put down the needle, and said, "OK."

Injecting magic energy into the needle to sew the small clothes is extremely exhausting, and I am indeed a little sleepy.

Jun Xuanmo said: "Take me to bed, I haven't slept in bed for ten thousand years."

The corner of Su Qingyun's mouth slightly raised, touched him, touched the wet hair, and said: "Brother's hair is not dry yet, wipe it off first."

"Don't worry about it, it will dry naturally in a while." Jun Xuanmo said indifferently.

"Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your body." Su Qingyun took a scrap, grabbed Jun Xuanmo's waist-length hair, and rubbed it lightly.When it reached the top of the head, it touched the small sword that was as thin as a needle in the small handle. "Brother, this sword..."

He touched the little sword involuntarily, not wanting to pull it out of Jun Xuanmo's hair easily, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The sword that Jun Xuanmo tried so hard to pull out was actually pulled out effortlessly by him?

Jun Xuanmo, who had squinted his eyes and enjoyed himself, suddenly felt his head lighten, and the devilish energy in his body suddenly rose. He was startled, and turned his head to see the rapier in Su Qingyun's hand, and his body swelled instantly.

"boom--"

"what?"

"pat-"

"hiss--"

"Jingle--"

Su Qingyun was lying on his back, the back of his head hit the hard ground, causing him to frown and moan in pain, but what made him feel suffocated was the man pressing on him like a stone.

Jun Xuanmo, who had recovered from a three-inch size to a normal figure, was lying on Su Qingyun's body, his black hair drooping in disorder, his broad chest pressed against his, and the scorching breath sprayed against his ears, which made him feel a sense of excitement. He flinched involuntarily.

He raised his eyes suddenly, looked at Jun Xuanmo's handsome and indifferent face, met those strange and deep purple eyes, and panicked.

The author has something to say: Su Qingyun: I'm sorry——I'm so cheap.

Jun Xuanmo: Hehehehe... I see! !

Su Qingyun: (⊙﹏⊙)