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.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then she didn't say a word, folded her arms and turned her back, not wanting to pay attention to Balian anymore.

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.
Chapter completed!