Young Commander’s Supernatural Sweetheart

The bee nodded, flew to the hive in the next second, took a large piece of honey and flew it down and put it in a bowl.

Although this is not the honey we produce, it is also delicious. You can try it.

Mu Qingxin stretched out her finger, dug a little, and put it in her mouth, It's so sweet and delicious! However, I'm looking forward to the honey you produce~ It must be better than this! It should be spiritual honey by then. All are nurtured by spiritual energy, and the honey produced must be delicious!

Mu Qingxin encouraged a few little poisonous stingers to grow up quickly, then left here and entered the embroidery room.

Mu Qing calmed down, first cleaned her hands, found a piece of embroidery cloth, put it on the embroidery stand, and started embroidering.

What she is going to embroider is for the store to open tomorrow, and embroider some food. On a small handkerchief, embroider the food in the store. This kind of embroidery is quite complicated, but after nearly a month of training, Mu Qing feels that she can complete it. After the embroidery is done, it will add a lot to the opening tomorrow. She has no pressure.

Mu Qingxin embroidered quickly one stitch at a time, not only the movement of her hand, but also the spiritual power condensed in the needle. Where to embroider in the next second, she used her spiritual power to lead directly, and even Mu Qing heart closed. The eyes are opened, and the whole body is freed by mental power, so that not only does it not hurt the eyes, but also the hands.

When I was just learning, I had no experience with embroidery. A few days ago, my fingers were stabbed with injuries. Now I can embroider beautifully with my eyes closed.

Soon, the first embroidered pad was finished. It was a pattern of curry rice. The embroidered pattern was vivid and seemed to be the same.

Mu Qing put down the embroidered handkerchief in her heart, and then started embroidering the second one. In fact, every food in the restaurant was photographed, and the pictures were very tempting, making people want to eat it when they saw it.

This embroidery she may be superfluous, but she still wants to embroider it and put it in the store tomorrow.

All afternoon, Mu Qingxin stayed in the space to embroider. At this time, she had already embroidered twenty pieces of embroidered handkerchiefs. The patterns on them ranged from a little rusty at the beginning to delicate at the back.

Okay, the embroidery is over, I'll take it down for everyone to see at dinner later. Mu Qing relaxed her fingers, stood up and moved her body, loosening her muscles and bones, and walked out of the room.

Mu Qingxin stood in the space, holding a box of embroidery needles in her hand, looking at the trees in the distance, she picked up an embroidery needle in one hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and with a swoosh, the embroidery needle shot, shooting Leaves facing forward.

Did not shoot in! Mu Qingxin continued to take one, concentrated and started shooting it.

At this time, the distance between her and the leaves is about 100 meters. Before, she has practiced from 10 meters at the beginning to 100 meters now, and strives to be able to stab at a longer distance in the future.

Chapter 191 The Mutated Old Nine

Whoosh...thorn

The shot was hit, and after practicing for the 21st time, Mu Qingxin finally found the feeling, and continued to stab the fluttering leaves again and again.

After a skilled stab in one place, change positions, and then change hands...

Over and over again, after shooting the needles, use mental power to pick up the needles one by one and continue to shoot.

After practicing for a while, Mu Qingxin put away the embroidery needle and brought the phoenix string over. Zheng Mu Qingxin gently twitched a string with her fingers, thinking of the echo formula in her mind, the needle is now very skilled. , within 100 meters, she can 'shoot' the needle accurately and silently.

But hasn't she tried how to condense the sound into a needle and shoot it out, wrapping it with spiritual power?

Mu Qingxin sat down cross-legged and began to study, playing the piano with both hands, and the sound in her ears spread.

Open up the mental power, wrap the surrounding, slowly shrink, wrap the sound in it, continue to shrink, shrink, shrink...

Playing Qingshen, the invisible notes flew into the distance like sharp knives, but just as they were formed, they dissipated not far away.

Mu Qing's heart continued to play over and over again, condensed, and the note formed and dissipated again and again...

Boss, what is Eleven doing?

I don't know, I can't see it for the time being.

Although I can't hear it, the old Eleven played it very well!

It's nice, it's nice, I like it too!

Old Eleven is really amazing. The sound is much better than the sound of our wings!

It sounds like I'm sleeping...

Several poisonous stingers were far away from Mu Qingxin, waving their wings, staring at Mu Qingxin and discussing.

Hey, what are you doing? Come on, I found a strange guy! Lao Jiu flew back to inform his partners of his discovery, only to find that the partners were discussing Old Eleven.

Lao Jiu stretched his head, looked over, looked at it for a long time, and said in horror, Oh, what is Lao Shi doing? Are you going to chop down those trees?

... The other nine poisonous stingers all looked at it, are they blind? Old Eleven clearly stood there and didn't move, where did he cut down the tree! Lao Jiu is getting more and more unreliable!

If Lao Jiu knew that everyone thought about it this way, it would definitely jump up, You are all blind, you are all blind!!!

Lao Jiu watched for a while, then suddenly laughed, Hahaha, Old Eleven is so stupid, he still wants to chop down trees, every time he runs halfway with the big knife, it's over, stupid, stupid! Shaking his head.

...What's wrong with Lao Jiu? The boss looked worriedly at Lao Jiu, who was about to fall to the ground and laughed.

I do not know…

Boss, the old nine will be

Wouldn't it be stupid?

Well, it's possible... The other poison stingers looked at Lao Jiu's appearance and nodded their heads. Lao Jiu has always been different from them. It's probably because he's stupid that he's different from everyone else.

When the group of poisonous stingers were discussing, Mu Qingxin had already noticed them, and she had been hearing what they said. It might be a spiritual connection, so their thoughts were directly transmitted to her mind.

Mu Qingxin heard Lao Jiu's words even more clearly. When Lao Jiu said that she was cutting down trees, Mu Qingxin was still surprised. After that, Mu Qingxin was shocked. She didn't expect Lao Jiu to be so A poisonous stinger can actually see invisible spiritual power.

Thinking like this, Mu Qing wanted to try Lao Jiu. She stopped condensing her blade and started to play Charm. She used Charm to lure the adult stinger bees. Let's see if Lao Jiu is really different from other poisonous stingers.

Lao Jiu, who was laughing, suddenly stopped laughing and looked at his friends with a puzzled expression.

Second brother, what are you doing? Why are you eating that grass? Is there food in the grass! Lao Jiu watched the second child nibbling on the grass and was stunned, can they eat grass too? ?

Ah, you actually lifted a piece of dirt as big as the boss, you you... what are you doing? Lao Jiu saw the boss lift the big piece of soil on the ground with all his strength. When he couldn't lift it, let the other partners In the past, the partners agreed, and they all gathered around to lift the clods.

Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're going to move the clods to the two of us, right? No! I protest! Lao Jiu blocked the direction of everyone's flight. This is dirt. They have to destroy their home, can they live in the future?

Stop, stop, stop, don't fly, be careful I hit you! Old Jiu was forced by his mates to back up, and back again, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to their home, Old Nine Not in a hurry.

Boss, second, third, fourth... What's wrong with you? Hey! Boss, wake up, look at me... Ten, don't fly