The card person I raised is reborn

Daxian can show up?

Ling Moxing said so much, but Fang Mu still had the deepest impression on his mind when he heard this sentence.

Even though the Great Immortal also said the word "If" before this sentence, Fang Mu's heart would beat like a drum unconsciously every time he thought of the possibility of the Great Immortal appearing.

Relating to what Daxian said that he was a head taller than himself, Fang Mu combined with the deep and magnetic voice of Daxian surrounded by his ears, and unconsciously, he slowly sketched the appearance of a man with a vague face in his mind.

——Even if the man's facial features are not very clear, it's hard to hide his tall and straight figure and his outstanding temperament.

Before Fang Mu continued to fill in the pictures in his mind, he suddenly realized that his imagination had crossed the line.

In a panic, in order to divert his attention, Fang Mu accidentally reached into the fire to look for sweet potatoes, almost scalding himself.

Fortunately, Fang Mu reacted quickly, and finally withdrew his hand in time, thus avoiding an unnecessary accidental injury.

Relieved, Fang Mu turned to use a branch to pull the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire, and pretended to be natural: "If you say that, Daxian, I have a solid foundation in my heart. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you Disappointed."

"I have received your heart."

Ling Moxing looked at the villain who was eating sweet potatoes on the light screen with gentle eyes, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you know that no matter how good you are, I will like it very much."

The villain is holding a big sweet potato tightly with two small hands, and is burying his head in eating the sweet golden red potato meat.Hearing Ling Moxing's words at this time, he immediately raised his head to look at the void and couldn't help nodding his head.

Afterwards, he took a few more rainbow farts, and the villain lowered his head and ate his dinner earnestly. He ate until his chubby face was black and red, as dirty as a little beggar.

Ling Moxing couldn't help watching the villain's "bold and unrestrained" eating and broadcasting for a while, but in the end he became hungry after watching it, obviously he had just drank a tube of nutritional supplements not long ago.

Shaking his head helplessly, Ling Moxing simply ordered the same baked sweet potato from the smart chef.

When his roasted sweet potato was delivered, the villain's sweet potato just happened to be the last one.

Just as the villain was eating and broadcasting with a dirty face, Ling Moxing continued to process the files on the split screen while scooping up the sweet potato meat with a spoon and eating it.

And Fang Mu, who didn't know that he was passively served as the dinner, had just finished his dinner at this time, and was buried in the sink to clean the stains on his face.

Once the dust problem was solved, Fang Mu took out the robe and needlework that were about to be completed, and started finishing work.

Because I didn't know the exact size of Ling Moxing, the clothes made by Fang Mu tended to be more loose and one-size-fits-all for adult men.Now that Fang Mu knows Ling Moxing's height, as long as he makes some adjustments in a direction, the clothes he made will naturally become more comfortable for Ling Moxing.

However, after knowing the possibility of Ling Moxing showing up, Fang Mu was always reluctant to part with the clothes he made himself - rather than burning the clothes directly to the Great Immortal, he hoped to see the Great Immortal put on his own gift in person.

But when Fang Mu really sewed all the clothes, he only hesitated for a while, then stood up holding the folded robe, pushed it to the void in front of him and said:

"Daxian, I have made the clothes, and now I give them to you."

Before hearing Ling Moxing's response, Fang Mu couldn't help shrinking his fingers again, and added embarrassingly:

"But my needlework is not very good, and I hope you don't dislike it, Daxian."

There is no difference between Fang Mu having a father and having no father. When he was young, in order not to freeze to death, he began to pick up fabrics that others did not want, and clumsily imitated others' methods to make clothes for himself.Although my fingers are often pricked by needles, I can still make some ready-made clothes after stumbling.

When Fang Mu is a little older and proficient in skills, although his fingers will no longer bleed from being pricked by needles, because there is no special person to teach him, his needlework can only be said to be barely qualified. Although the clothes he makes are durable, but It is still not compatible with beauty.

At this time, the robe in Fang Mu's hand was like this. The stitches on the inside of the clothes were fine and tight, but the outer layer of the clothes did not have the slightest pattern embellishment.Compared with the gorgeous clothes Ling Moxing gave Fang Mu, it can be said to be extremely simple and plain.

For this, Ling Moxing obviously didn't mind in the slightest.

He looked at the big stack held by a pair of small hands on the screen, and after a moment, he solemnly raised his hand and clicked on the clothes to put them into the system warehouse.

"I like it very much, thank you Xiao Mu."

Although he watched the villain make this suit stitch by stitch with his own eyes, Ling Moxing still couldn't help feeling the novelty and surprise when the villain really held the clothes and looked at him expectantly.

After the clothes are put into the system warehouse, they change from the folded state back to the flat and unfolded state, and automatically assemble a whole set from several scattered pieces.

So at a glance, what you see in the storage compartment is a set of finely crafted black robes.Just through the smooth and delicate surface of the robe, one can imagine the soft touch after touching it.

Ling Moxing carefully looked at the suit that the villain gave him for a while, and then turned his eyes to the villain who was sitting in front of the fire in a daze.

[Daxian received the clothes now? ? 】

[So there is really no need to put the clothes in the fire and burn them! 】

Fang Mu stared blankly at his instantly vacated palm, and his long-established world view was greatly impacted.

Looking at the superstitious villain on the light screen, Ling Moxing was a little helpless at first, but then he remembered that his own existence was already the biggest supernatural source for the villain...

Ling Moxing couldn't help coughing lightly in embarrassment, and then tried to divert the villain's attention with some more unreasonable things.

Thinking that the villain seemed very interested in chat bubbles, Ling Moxing clicked on the relevant system settings.

After adjusting part of the data of the bubble, Ling Moxing directly sent a long series of spaces to the villain.

Correspondingly, a large white cloud suddenly appeared beside the villain, and there was an accompanying sentence: "This is for you to pass the time."

Fang Mu stared blankly at the large white cloud that suddenly appeared beside him, then tensed his muscles habitually and vigilantly, and only relaxed when he heard Ling Moxing's voice, and he had more thoughts to observe cloud.

Yun Tuan was the same size as Fang Mu's tent, but it looked softer than the bedding in the tent.

It was also because Fang Mu had never seen marshmallows before, otherwise he would definitely associate the clouds with marshmallows, and maybe he would want to take a bite.

However, since he had never seen cotton candy before, the impulse that surged in Fang Mu's heart when he saw this cloud was limited to touching it with his hands.

After feeling the soft and solid feeling of shuttle through the fingertips, Fang Mu thought of sitting on it again.

But people always like to pursue more.

So at the end, when Ling Moxing raised his eyes, he saw a small man rolling on the clouds with restraint.

Worried about scaring the villain and making him more cautious, Ling Moxing only had a faint smile in his eyes, but he didn't laugh out loud.

In the comfortable atmosphere specially created by Ling Moxing, Fang Mu couldn't help but relax even more.

In addition, the body was very tired after a day of hard work. After a while, Fang Mu drooped his head, lay on the clouds and closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Ling Moxing lightly poked the little man's chubby cheek, then held his breath and slowly dragged the cloud into the tent, and covered the little man with a quilt, and then unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

It's almost like having kids.

Thinking about it this way, when Ling Moxing saw Fang Mu's wooden fence around the tent, he couldn't help but worry about adding a disposable protective cover inside the fence, making sure to eliminate all possible dangers before exiting. game.

He is like an old father who works tirelessly and diligently.