"It's such exquisite spinning!" This girl with silver-white hair, a delicate face, and a few freckles on her nose was lying on a pile of spun yarn and said lazily and comfortably.
In front of her were three strange-looking old women:
The first woman has a wide and flat foot; the second has a long lower lip that hangs down to her chin; and the third has a very wide thumb.
Such an image of a woman will attract special attention from others just by going out.
They held spindles, scissors, and poles respectively, spinning yarn quickly and well, like three emotionless machines.
In fact, they seemed to have no emotions. Listening to the silver-haired girl's words, the three old weaving women seemed not to have heard, and they all went about their business in silence.
Suddenly, the three old weaving women stopped and looked at each other. There was no depth in their cloudy eyes, and they just said, "He's here!"
"he came!"
"he came!"
The silver-haired girl was startled, stood up, rushed to the spinning wheel, and asked worriedly, "Who is he? Who is coming? Prince? No, give me your seat! I want to spin."
Got it!"
The silver-haired girl was like a student who was about to be caught cheating on an exam, confused and panicked.
The three old textile women stood up silently and gave up their positions to the silver-haired girl.
The girl sat down, and then began to hurriedly pick up the textile tools. While fiddling with them, she said to the three old textile women, "Are you still here? Just like last time, hurry up and hide!"
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After saying that, the silver-haired girl lowered her head and began to study the tool in her hand.
After she straightened out the things in her hands and raised her head again, the three old textile women suddenly disappeared just like they had suddenly appeared before.
The silver-white girl is already used to it.
She knew in her heart that these three old women were not ordinary people, and might even be the incarnation of the devil, but she had fallen to where she was now because of lies, and even if they were real devils, she didn't care.
Not long after the three old textile women disappeared, there was a burst of noisy footsteps coming from far away.
Soon, a middle-aged blond woman with gorgeous clothes and various jewelry walked into the warehouse surrounded by a group of guards and maids.
After looking around the items in the warehouse with majestic eyes, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She picked up a piece of spun yarn and praised the silver-haired girl Rarity standing uneasily beside her.
"Bara, the yarn you spin is beautiful and tight. I already believe what your mother said, you are really the best spinner in the country!"
The silver-white haired girl known as Bara forced a smile and laughed dryly, not daring to speak.
The middle-aged blond woman smiled faintly, and after looking around the warehouse for a while, her heart suddenly moved, and she said to Bara, "Bala, do you want to take a breath of fresh air?"
"Fresh?" Bara asked in confusion, but she vaguely guessed something in her heart.
"Yes, do you want to go out and breathe the outside air?" the middle-aged blond woman smiled.
"I...can I? Don't I have to spin all the linen before I can go out?" Bara, a girl with silver-white hair, couldn't believe it.
"Even the Lord of Holy Light will allow for occasional exceptions! Only by taking proper rest can we weave faster, so that I can make what I say become a fact! In fact, you should also meet William!
I hope you can like each other."
Bara's face suddenly turned red, "This..."
Before Bara could show her "girlish shyness", the middle-aged blond woman took Bara away to breathe fresh air with a "mature woman's decisiveness".
The warehouse suddenly fell into silence again.
Three old spinning women appeared from nowhere, sat on various positions on the spinning wheel, and began to continue spinning.
A faint light flashed.
William's figure appeared silently outside the door.
He looked back at the place where Bara and others disappeared, shook his head slightly and complained, "I didn't expect that the prince of this country is also named William! Really, why not call him Arthur? Whether it is a person's name or a website name, they are very good.
Fire!"
After finishing his rant, he turned to look back at the three old spinning women.
At this moment, William's eyes suddenly changed, because the magic mirror suddenly told him that the three old spinning women who had previously been detected as having first-level wizard strength were now in a strange state, changing between reality and reality.
non-stop.
But in William's eyes, the three old textile women still had their original image and situation.
William's heart changed at this time, and he didn't know whether it was better to go in or not.
Just when he was hesitating whether to run away with his Ruyi cloak, three old weaver women in the room spoke up.
"Hello! Visitor from outside destiny!"
"Hello! Lucky guy with no fate line!"
"Hello! Invisible child of the world."
William had a vague feeling that these old textile women had guessed his identity and knew that he was not a native of this world, but a stowaway!
His expression suddenly became serious, "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the three old weaver women suddenly smiled mysteriously and continued to weave gauze in their hands.
As for William, the scene in front of him changed suddenly, appearing in a vast and strange space that could not distinguish between east, west and north.
In the space, a long silver-gray river that covered the sky and the sun, with no end in front and no end in sight, slowly flowed past his eyes.
In front of this long silver-gray river, William is just a small speck of dust.
The three old weaving women were also by the silver-grey river at this time, but their bodies reached the sky and the earth, and each of them had a body several hundred feet tall.
Holding spindles, scissors, and poles in their hands, they fished out a basin of water from the silver-gray river and began to spin in front of William.
The water in the silver-gray river was like the finest flax, spun into gauze in the hands of three old women.
Gauze made of water!
It’s still too tight!
William was a little stunned.
He focused his attention on three old women spinning.
The three old women were still spinning gauze made of water without stopping.
Slowly, William suddenly discovered that the process of weaving by the three old women exuded a magical charm.
After looking at it, I started to understand some of the issues about "The Curse of Fate" that I didn't understand at first.
William suddenly understood that this was not an ordinary river, but a river of destiny.
These three old weaving women are weaving their destiny!