The Queen of Needlepoint Stunts

Chapter 3

"What's the matter with that beast during the day?" She murmured, trying hard to recall the scene before the man on the horse appeared, and the little beast ran out from the embroidery cloth to help her fight.

A Tier One summon? What was that?

As she was thinking, a lot of data appeared in her mind, and the lost cloth appeared in her mind again.

###Chapter4,The Ability is the Embroidery (Part 2)

"Rebirth ability - embroidery,Summoning the content of cloth.

The current level had the number of embroidery cloths. The number could be embroidered cloths. The number of embroidery cloths could be embroidered with a color of one, and the size of embroidered cloth could be divided into ten grids.

At present, he had 10,to 500,experience points.

Current Krist,10p. 10p. 10p. 10p.*p.

The next level has one piece of embroidery cloth, two pieces of embroidery cloth and 20,pieces of embroidery cloth."

What was this? She felt that she had completely confirmed her ideas.

There was a long white strip under the embroidered cloth. Among it, there was a green color which was so rare that it could hardly be seen, which meant she was experienced. Although she had never played games, and did not understand the meaning of experience, she still liked this simple and direct display method.

Because she loved green, she could not help but imagine the scene after the blank space was filled with emerald green.

Bai Xiaojing felt that it was the first time that she had been so energetic. People had to have hope and goal to survive. What's more, this was a very useful ability that the user could summon all the embroidered objects into a physical object.

With a thought, the piece of cloth returned to her hand, and the golden tail needle was still white.

"Ten cases... So small? In the past, there were dozens of material pictures and bacteria pictures embroidered on it. Such small cases can't even be embroidered on a cherry. However, you can't be greedy. You have to take it one step at a time."

"By the way, I still have an embroidery space." She surprisingly studied this piece of embroidery cloth.

The so-called embroidery space was just a storage bag. She probed the idea into it. The next second, she was shocked. In the dark space, a bloody cloth was lying quietly in the original place.

"The pattern of twenty-five level embroidery tigers. Five times used and can't be restored."

This was the last work of her before she died. The painting was dyed red by her blood. Bai Xiaojing could see the blood on it, although it was a little dry.

She stared at him for only five seconds and then went out. Now was the time to test the embroidery.

According to the information in his head, the maximum number of a class embroidered cloth being summoned was 0,kg. This depended on the changes of objects. The simpler the object being summoned was, the higher the rank of the food chain was. The object that could be obtained directly from nature was definitely higher than synthetic things...

What was simple? How could it be obtained directly from the wild?

Bai Xiaojing suddenly thought of an object that could make people go crazy.

Gold.

This object that could be obtained directly from the sand and gravel had caused so many wars since ancient times.

However, she could not imagine that she would be robbed even if she did not have any weapon. If she carried a kilogram of gold out, what would happen to her?

Recalling the bullets she saw during the day, she embroidered it out.

Because there was only one kind of colorful embroidery, and the embroidery of cloth had only ten grids, and the bullet itself met all the low-quality conditions.

Man-made, complicated, composite... whether it was the shell, primer, gunpowder, or warheads, all of these possessed such conditions, so she carefully embroidered only two.

The two bullets that fell from the embroidered cloth were dark and sturdy as they weighed down on the ground in their hands. It was just as dangerous as that man riding a horse.

Even Bai Xiaojing, who had little military knowledge, could think of this. The two bullets were different from her imagination.

Therefore, he carefully put them into the embroidery space.

Looking at the embroidery cloth, there was another one in all the descriptions. "The cooldown time is seven hours and fifty-five seconds."

"It seems that my life will be very regular in the future."

Since the embroidery was tested, it was time for stitches. Bai Xiaojing lifted the golden tail with black threads under the flame. The thread was not only touch of cotton thread but also smooth. When the flame reflected on it, the thread reflected the metallic luster. Most importantly, these threads had not decreased after being sewn.

"Let me have a try. How much weight do you have?" Bai Xiao murmured.

But what was the test? Liuzhou China? His eyes swept over the clothes hanging on the couch. The clothes were severely worn and had holes, which looked like Hong Qigong's clothes.

The habit of training from three years of marriage life made her involuntarily pick up clothes to repair it.

"Men always don't know how to deal with themselves." She snorted and tried to convince herself. This was just an experiment. She must find out how many stitches she could use.

When the black line was stuck into the light-colored linen cloth, Bai Xiaojing felt that such a bright patch was full of mockery for herself.

"I don't know if the embroidered thread can change the color." She just thought about it and the color of the embroidery thread immediately turned into the same linen color as the clothes.

"Heaven helps those who help themselves," Bai Xiaojing muttered happily.

She spent about 20,meters to replace all the broken threads. She picked up the needle to have a look, but the embroidery was still not reduced.

"What should I do now?" Due to the blood sucking scab, she didn't dare to go to the ground. However, it was completely impossible for her to sleep by the side of autumn as if nothing had happened. The night was long, so she had to find something to send her away.

"Do you want to try using this thread to weave clothes?" This was just a guess. She could not use embroidered cloth to summon textiles.

No matter how skilled a man was in handcrafting, it always gave people the feeling of being quietly bullied, just like those women who had to rely on men to live. Such an image was not beneficial to her. What she needed was the power to show off, which was enough for her to look down on the world.

She turned her eyes to Qiu, who was sleeping soundly. Bai Xiaojing thought the maple leaves were very suitable for this man, so she began to embroider them.

The linen fabric and cross-woven cloth were very similar. Although the lattices were a little distorted and irregular, it could not stop her interest. It was a good method to embroider according to the leaves in her memory.

After she wasted 40,meters of embroidery lines, there was a noise outside the shack. It seemed that many people were approaching.

...

The men woke up from their deep sleep by torching the night outside the tent.

Bai Xiaojing stood behind Qiu without saying a word.

There were about 20,men standing outside the tent. They were all very old, and the leader was an old man in his sixties.

From the look on the old man's face when she saw him, she speculated that this man was his father.

The tribal chief had arrived.

The man holding the torch first looked at his son, and after confirming that he was not hurt, he said, "I know that you took a season of hunting to exchange for materials. I have been waiting for you. What made you forget about your father?"

He shifted his gaze to the woman behind his son.

The woman was 18,years old at most, and the flame reflected on her gorgeous long hair like a jumping elf. Her amber eyes were hazy under her bangs, so people could not see her expression clearly. But they could clearly see that there was a brown mole under her left eye, shaped like a dewdrop.

This reminded him of a legend about the lachrymal mole.

When a person successfully lived until the age of sixty, they naturally wouldn't care too much about a woman's appearance like a young person, especially a thin woman like her. This was completely different from the esthetic conception of the tribe. The tribe liked strong, fat, and able-bodied women. However, he noticed that a woman had a child's scarf hanging from her waist, and there was an ancestor mark on it.

She was already his wife.

Then his eyes fell on the clothes in the woman's hands. Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he clearly felt that there was something on his son's body today, which was completely different from what he used to be. These extra things made him seem to be a different person.

Could it be those clothes?

The old chief looked at his newly-built clothing in confusion, as well as the embroidered pictures that reflected light. These pictures made the clothing look just as luxurious as the clothes of the city's old men.

No, it was not such a superficial change.

The old chief thought.

What exactly was different?

###Chapter5,Coming of Age Ceremony

"This is what you got back? 20,steel coins? She doesn't look worthy of two horses." The old chief asked his son, but he was more blaming him.

He looked Bai Xiaojing's hand, which had no calluses, up and down with picky eyes. Then his line of sight fell on Bai Xiaojing's thin shoulder and her equally thin body.

This hand must not have done any farm work, so it couldn't move the heavy stuff on her shoulder. How much better was this woman?

The old chief was very angry. He didn't understand why his son had to spend so much money to buy a woman who couldn't be picky and whose hands couldn't be lifted. Moreover...

His eyes fell on Bai Xiaojing, who was not that plump, but had a nice shape on her chest and buttocks.

According to the aesthetic conception of the tribe, they liked women with big breasts and big buttocks. Because big breasts meant that they could give birth to a child, which was the most basic duty of a woman and also the key point of the entire tribe's development.

However, he could not find any good points from Bai Xiaojing.

Therefore, the old chief was pissed off.

In contrast to his anger and incomprehension, the young people in the army were shocked by the beauty in front of them. They raised their torches and surrounded her. Due to the erosion of the rain and wind, the women of the tribe were mostly as rough and dry as men, so these people had never seen such white and delicate skin.

"Humph! A paper man that is good for both of you." The old chief snorted.

Autumn shielded Bai Xiaojing behind him. "This is my woman. It's enough that she has me." His waist was straight, just like a real man.

Of course, he was a man, because he already had someone he needed to protect.

According to the tribal custom, a boy could only be married, and only after he married would he be recognized as an adult.

"It's a burden and a sense of responsibility." The chief looked at his son with gratification. He knew exactly where he was different from before, but as a man who had experienced 60,years of trials and tribulations, it was not easy for him to be fooled.

Let me see if your burden and determination are like paper, breaking when you encounter water.