In this world, things like embroidery should only be done by women.
But...if someone else did such a thing, it would look very effeminate.
Watching phoenixes and blue flowers embroidering has become a kind of enjoyment.
Everything he does looks like a pleasing painting.
"Mr. Dongfang... Well, he has something to do, something very urgent, so... I asked Mr. Mo to bring me here."[
"Young Master Mo..."
Feng Biluo stopped what she was doing, raised her eyes to look at Mo Xuanyu, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She put down the embroidery frame, stood up, and said with a faint smile, "You are a rare visitor. After all, we haven't seen each other for more than five hundred years."
Already."
Mo Xuanyu nodded, smiled slightly and said, "Yes."
"This time, are you here for Dongfang Wuye?"
Mu Lingyue glanced at Mo Xuanyu and touched him lightly with her elbow.
Mo Xuanyu smiled knowingly, "Yes."
Feng Biluo was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
I have always heard that the stinking fox has a bad relationship with his younger brother. Could it be that hundreds of years have passed and the two of them have turned into friendship?
He didn't think too much and pointed to the chair beside him, "You two, sit down."
"Thank you."
Mo Xuanyu walked to the side and sat down. Mu Lingyue sat next to him. Feng Biluo glanced at the basket in Hong'er's hand and asked curiously, "What is in that basket? The things inside don't seem to taste good."
How good it smells."
Can the smell of onions be good?
Mu Lingyue suppressed a smile and explained to this magical bird that did not eat fireworks and fireworks, "This is a food in the mortal world, called onions."
"onion?"
Feng Biluo blinked, that dead fox often went to the mortal world and knew everything about it.
He has lived in the Phoenix Realm in seclusion all year round and knows nothing about anything in the mortal world.
"yes..."
"What did you bring this for?"
Feng Biluo had a confused expression on her face, "We Phoenix don't eat food from the mortal world."[
"This is not for you to eat."
Although Feng Biluo has lived for thousands of years, but...why does she feel that he is like an innocent and ignorant child now?
Especially the confused expression on his face and those misty phoenix eyes made her have the urge to pinch his face.
But...she doesn't dare...
"That is..."
He is really a good boy who is not ashamed to ask questions.
"This... is something that may make you cry. I asked Dongfang Wuye to take me to the mortal world just to find this."
Feng Biluo looked interested, "Seriously? I have lived for more than two thousand years, and I have never shed tears, and I don't know what it feels like to shed tears."
How can anyone be so interested in crying...
The corners of Mu Lingyue's lips twitched, "Why don't we try it now?"
Feng Biluo nodded happily, "Okay, okay, let's try it now."
"Well, wait a moment, I need to fix this thing first."
Mu Lingyue borrowed the basket from Hong'er.
This big basket full of onions must be cut.
Although she had already bought the equipment, there was no guarantee that... so many onions would not make her cry.
She took out the dagger Lan Qingyue gave her from her arms, put on her gloves, a homemade simple mask, and took out a face-covering hat.
The gauze scarf on the hat is transparent, so even if it covers the entire face, you can still see things outside.